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Ochako had fucked up.. royally fucked up. It's not something she couldn't fix but it would be hard to do so. I mean, having the one person you had to write fanfiction about to find the fic you wrote about them, and become a fan of your work is not an easy thing to fix, but there are a couple ways you can. As Ochako panics in her dorm she thinks of some :
・cracking his phone
・stealing the phone
・floating his phone up into space
・blowing up his phone (with the help of another person)
"OCHAKO YOU ARE SICK" she shouts, not before flopping on her bed face first and positioning her head into her pillow (anything to muffle the sound). What is she going to do? she definitely wasn't going to destroy his phone, she'd feel responsible for either repairing it, or buying him a new one (which she can't do either). after a long hard think about her options, she decided she was going to do nothing about it and let him keep reading her works, that was until she heard a faint knock at her door
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It was the sports festival, and Ochako had an awakening. A horrible one at that. Katsuki and Izuku were going up against each other, Izuku was already busted up from his fight with Todoroki, so everyone practically knew the outcome for the finale ( poor boy). It was an interesting match to say the least. The majority of the people in the crowd bustled with people mainly concerned for Izuku’s well-being, Including Ochako, but she also had something else on her mind: dynamics and tropes.
Ochako read fanfics ever so often, with her starting in middle school, as of standing she has about 95 fanfics bookmarked. If there is anything she can catch other than a person’s intentions, it’s a dynamic or a trope. She knows every trope in the book: enemies to lovers, major character death, love triangles, Anti hero’s, damsels in distress, you name it, she knows it. She’s always noticed Katsuki and Izuku’s dynamic: childhood friends to lovers rivals, but she hadn’t cared until now. Sitting watching these two fight in the arena, she had an urge, an urge she never had about anyone.. Ochako wants to write a fanfic about them.
So that night, Ochako did just that. She only wrote two chapters that night based on what happened that day, obviously changing the names of the two involved, and posted it on her ao3 account. The next day, she woke up, checked her computer, then went about her day like nothing happened.
But that urge didn't go away, it infact got worse. After that day, she would update the fic she uploaded, using things she saw happen in the classroom between Kastuki and Izuku (lots of eye contact and pining). Ochako started to bring a notebook to class and jot down the moments she wanted to write about. It obviously freaked her out how creepy this felt, writing about them had to have been some crime at least, but more creeped out by how easily she was able to conceal the fact she is quite literally writing about her classmates. Despite that feeling, she thought that it didn't matter as long as she did not get caught.
look where she's at now.
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Ochako lifted her head from her bed contemplating if she wanted to go get the door, only for her to rest her head back on her bed and groan. She was definitely not in the mood to talk to someone after her mini freakout. After a few seconds of silence she hears another knock on her door, this time louder, and realizes that the person on the other side of the door was not going to leave until they got what they wanted from her. Ochako lazily gets out of bed and inches her way to the door. As soon as she gets her hand on the door handle just to crack it open, Katsuki comes flying into the room, and locks the door.
“BAKUGO?! what are you doing here?” she was not expecting him out of all the people to be knocking on her door, nor was she expecting for him to do whatever that was she just witnessed.
“Delete it. Delete the fic, delete it now.”
Katsuki’s words leave Ochako stunned, only able to stare at him with widened eyes and unable to move her mouth. She finally choked out the words “H-How… HOW DO YOU KNOW?”
“That doesnt fucking matter right now DELETE IT or so help me i will blow up your computer.” he replied, with quite an urgency in his voice. oh she was dead.
The brunette tried to reason with the angry blonde standing in front of her “ Calm down Bakugou, let's not be irrational, I need this computer for my school work. You still haven't answered my question because I think it truthfully matters-”.
“Uraraka. take the fic down.” he snapped back almost instantly, but she simply wasn’t going to what he said, especially without reasoning. So she tries to reason with him once again, but this time she's going to make sure that Katsuki would answer…
“If you don't tell me how you found out about this, I’m going to lie to Deku about it and tell him you wrote it”
And just like that stopped Katsuki right in his tracks, he practically froze. His violent attitude went away right then and there, he just stood there with his hands in his hoodie pockets looking angry. Ochako had got him.
“Take a seat.”
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Katsuki was angry, which is obvious, but not for the reason you might think. Sure he was angry about the fanfic, but more or less angry that Ochako effectively threatened him. So here he was, sitting on Ochako’s bed, and forced to answer her questions before she would do his command.
“Now, let me ask again. How do you know about the fic?” the brunette inquired, carefully watching the blonde that's sitting. Katsuki felt so miserable.
He grits his teeth, and then mumbled, “I- ” he pauses for a second “...found it on the web or something.”, but Ochako is smarter than that, he knows it.
“Nice try. You cannot lie to me, I have Deku on speed dial.”. She could not have been more serious, her watching had become glaring, and definitely gotten stronger, and it made Katsuki feel more miserable than he did before.
“okay. fucking.. fine, can you cut it out ? I found it on someone's profile. It was bookmarked or some shit. Also you wrote me and the nerd’s name in your latest update.”
…
“Who bookmarked it?”
“DOES IT FUCKING MATTER?!”
Ochako lets out a small chuckle, “Okay okay! sorry I got off topic there… but i'm dying to ask, what did u think of it?”
“I hated it. We act nothing like that.”, Katsuki hissed back at her. She was testing his patience.
Ochako looked at him as if he was stupid, which made him angrier, but it was clear that Ochako hadn’t cared about what he felt.
…
“you stupid asshole.”. The brunette sounded concerned, which she was, but Katsuki also knew she was teasing him.
“Shut up, damn it.”
“Oh my god. You truthfully are an idiot. I thought u knew what you were doing this whole fucking time, But no. you are so fucking oblivious to what your doing… you make me sick you know that.”
“ I make you sick?” Katsuki scoffs. “just what the hell did I do?”
ochako was about to read him to filth.
“ If there was a contest for who was the best at pining, you would be in the number one spot — that's not a compliment — . You know practically everything about ‘the nerd’ despite how much you want to lie and say you don’t. You are the nosiest person when it comes to Izuku, you are in his business more than potentially ANYBODY else in the class. Back to the pining thing because if you're this stupid to not realize that you are literally in love with him, you probably don't know what that means : you are always staring in his direction, and when you're looking at him your pupils dilate to a size bigger than my pinky nail. Let me ask you, how many freckles are on his face?”
“43.”
“What?”
…
“Uh. The nerd has… 43 of them on his face. only 8 of them are really visible, gotta squint to see the rest of em.”
Ochako lets out a sigh before she starts up again, “you notice how outrageous of a fucking number that is? notice how I didnt even know that, and i'm considered one of Izuku's best friends, gosh I bet ANYONE ELSE he hangs out with would not have gotten that answer. Notice how you are the only one who really knows that? my point exactly.”
“You are reading into this too much.”
“Just get out.”
“ Glady .” Katsuki gets up and is ready to leave, finally glad that this whole thing is done and he will get what he wants in the end-
“ I’m not deleting the fic.”
“I'm sorry?” The blonde stopped moving and turned around to face the brunette once again.
“You heard me. not only have you pissed me off, your whole reason for being here is for the fic to not be tied to you or Izu, which I can fix by simply editing the names. There is no need for me to delete my hard work. Also it would be weird and sketchy if I were to delete it now, Izuku is probably reading it.”
Ochako looked at him with another glare.
Katsuki grits his teeth in anger, “You didn't wanna tell me this earlier?” and returns a glare to Ochako
“It had slipped my mind when you got here but yeah, Izuku was hanging out in my room earlier today but I left to go to ask Momo to help me with the homework and he stayed here for a while til he realized he also had to do some homework. he sent me a text earlier about it”. The Brunette could not have been more blunt. It made the blonde angry but before he could reply, she continued “it doesn't matter anymore. I'm not deleting the fic so you can go on your merry way, with some new information i thought you already knew. Bye bye!”
She pushes Katsuki out of her way, unlocks her door and ushers him out. Katsuki begrudgingly walked out of the dorm with his head down and his hands in his pockets mumbling something she couldn't understand under his breath, but she didn't care. She shut the door, and immediately slumped onto her bed and thought about the day as a whole. It was too chaotic and she realized her solution was still going to cause her some problems…
“Oh well. ”
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