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No one could’ve known the true lore behind Bakugo Katsuki and Uraraka Ochako’s relationship.
“HAH? The fuck did you just say!” It’d been a long time since Bakugo’s last out burst. He went to therapy and worked hard to be where he was today.
“I said you gave me chlamydia!” Ochako was screaming at the top of her lungs at this point. Tears dripped down her chin while she stomped her foot childishly.
“Like hell I did, you whore! Who have you been Fucking behind my god damn back!” Safe to stay Katsuki was fuming, they only ever fucked with a condom and she was the only person he’d ever had sex with.
“Don’t insult me like that! Fix this or I’ll ruin you.” Ochako huffed, red faced and teary eyed.
”I’ll like to see you try, bitch. Get the fuck out, we’re done.” As soon as the door was closed Bakugo rested his head on it, waiting for the stomps down the hall to disappear. “Fuck!”
He pulled out his phone and called his best friend (not that he’d ever admit it).
“Hey man! How’s it goin?”
”How fast can you get here?”
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“Today we have a very special guest here with us! Ms. Uravity please come take a seat!”
The crowd roared as Ochako stepped from behind the curtain.
“Hi everyone! It’s great to be here!”
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Izuku laid wide awake in his bed, his lamp glowing softly on his desk. The window he flew in was left open, the draft was awful but he didn’t have the energy to go shut it. Reading the note with those gifts was not suppose to be a part of his night. But after seeing Bakugo he felt like he at least had to see what the other had said.
‘I’m so sorry for treating you so terribly in the past. I know it might not mean much, but you didn’t deserve any of it. Please accept these, even if you don’t accept my apology.
-Bakugo Katsuki’
The words swirled through Izuku’s mind, weaving in and out of his every thought. Devouring every attempt to focus on something else. Anything else. Like the crisp cold air flowing in through the window, the way his sheets cling to his back that was soaked in sweat, the way his hands hurt and twitched from overworking them.
Staring up at his ceiling Izuku spoke like maybe, somehow, someone would know the answer and share it with him.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Bakugo?”