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Kissing Bakugou Katzuki was nothing that had ever crossed Ochako’s mind before. She honestly didn’t even know if he was good-looking. This might sound like a lie but, in all honesty, she’d always thought herself to be a “character-kind-of-girl” and character was something that arsehole definitely lacked.
But she couldn’t deny that his body felt… Good underneath her fingers. She knew how much he trained, but his abs weren’t just solid but rock-solid and his lips softer than she’d anticipated.
“Oh my God, what?,” Denki yelled and Katzuki’s hand closed around Ochako’s collar. She half-expected him to shove her back, maybe even with a bit of explosive power, but he was almost gentle, pushing her off slowly but keeping his hand wrapped into her shirt.
“I- You guys are…?,” Denki kept stuttering, clearly distraught, cheeks flushed but at the same time, a grin was forming on his face. “Interesting. I could’ve sworn you had a thing for Midoriya, Ochako-chan.”
Now it was her turn to blush. She looked at her nails, not Katzuki, the floor, not Katzuki, Denki’s knees and, eventually… Katzuki.
His face was as expressionless as she’d ever seen it. He usually looked mad, sometimes bored, more than not annoyed. But this time, there was nothing to read into his features that looked softer than usual, in the dim lighting of the hallway. He didn’t look vulnerable, exactly, just… Not dismissive, for once.
“Oh, you know how I am,” Ochako started babbling after tearing her eyes away from Katzuki’s again. It was weird to see him like that. “One morning I’m this, the next day I feel like that.” She laughed, nervously, and almost told Denki the truth, then. The whole situation was too ridiculous. “Well, that’s not true, obviously. Like, I don’t run on two tracks, obviously, that’d be terribly unkind. I just… Yeah, Bakugou-kun and I aren’t really… It’s not yet…”
What had she even been thinking? This was all Bakugou’s fault, that was for sure. Putting it in her head to… To… Not exactly to jump him in panic but he might as well have! She wasn’t stupid; she knew what he’d been insinuating.
She was just about to give in, when Denki let out a disparaging “huh” and his eyes went back and forth between the two of them again.
“I guess. But I can’t say I think Midoriya’s gonna like this.”
“Look, Denki-“ Ochako started and then interrupted herself. “Wait, what?”
“Forget it,” Denki waved her off and started laughing, turning around to go back to his room. “It’s none of my business anyways. You guys just… Have fun or whatever.” Ochako could feel Katzuki tense next to her. When she looked at him, there was a fire behind his eyes and she could almost smell the danger. “Never took you for a heartbreaker, Ochako-chan." He paused and his laughter died down to a shit-eating grin. "Then again, I never took Bakugou-kun for a midnight snack either, sooo…”
Had she not been prepared for this, she would’ve been caught off-guard. But she wasn’t. She felt the tiny movement next to her as soon as Denki’d turned around to find his way back to his room. Bakugou was about to explode, literally, and Ochako was not having him destroy her last little bit of hope.
She activated her quirk before the blond could do anything stupid and, as forcefully as she could, shoved his weightless body further down the hallway. She caught him so off guard, that a little squeak came out of his mouth while he tumbled through the air, rotating around like a kid merry-go-round and, if her sight didn’t betray her in the darkness, red as a cherry.
“Goodnight, Denki-kun,” she called sweetly after her friend with the electricity quirk and he waved her off laughing.
“You two too, guys. Jesus Christ.”
When she turned around, all colour left her face. She’d seen Bakugou mad before but this was a whole other story.
“What the fuck were you thinking?,” he growled at her. She’d deactivated her quirk as soon as Denki’d been out of sight and now, she wished she hadn’t. Bakugou was walking toward her with big strides until he was almost as close to her as they’d been standing before, when they’d… “Kissing me like that, what the fuck? If I’d done that to you, you would’ve screamed bloody murder!”
“I panicked,” Ochako mumbled. She was panicking now too. “You said I should try to make Deku-kun jealous and then Denki-kun came down and I-“
“I didn’t mean with me!” She could see how hard he was trying not to yell at her. Some sparks flew into the air from his hands. “I meant some guy from another class. Le Million or something. I didn’t mean fucking me!”
Had she not been so upset, she would’ve realised how… Funny Bakugou looked. He was clenching his hands into fists, clearly lost for words, with a look on his face that so clearly stated toddler-like outrage, that he looked about as defeated as she’d ever seen him.
“I’m sorry, Bakugou-kun.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled, burying his hands that were still sending sparks around every now and then in his pockets. “You better think about how we’re gonna fix this! If Denki knows, everyone’s gonna know after breakfast. I really wanna go to his room and… Kill him.”
Even before he finished his sentence, a realisation hit Ochako. A realisation that gave her calmness and because she knew that she had no choice.
“Please don’t.”
“What?”
“Please don’t tell Denki the truth.” She looked up at Bakugou, her hands trembling, and she almost reached for his arm.
“Why not? I don’t wanna be part of this stupid-“
“You heard what he said,” he interrupted him. “He thinks Deku’s gonna get jealous. Please, Bakugou-kun, you were right. Now please help me!”
“I,” the blind boy started, looking at her as if she’d suggested they go and ask Aizawa-san for sex advice. “I’m literally too busy for this, Ochako. Why do you think I make a point out of no dating?”
“Because you’re cruel and an arsehole and every girl turns the opposite direction as soon as they see you?”
“I only you knew…,” he mumbled, pulling his hair back, almost looking helpless. This suggestion, that Bakugou did not, in fact, suffer from an absence of female presence in his life, was new information to Ochako. New and interesting, and she almost asked, but there were more important things at hand.
“Please, Bakugou-kun, at least think about it. Please?”
He looked at her for a long time and though she didn’t know why, she knew she had him, then.
“Meet me by the swings tomorrow. At eight thirty. We’ll talk about it then. Now let me through, I gotta get at least spend what’s left of this godforsaken night sleeping.”