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Bakugou Katsuki is quite a famous name in U.A. (and the whole of Japan, actually, considering the number of times he’s been on TV), he’s “Mr. Talented” after all — having topped their batch’s entrance exam, winning two Sports Festivals in a row, constantly ranking 3rd in ordinary academics, and whatnot; but certainly, as any other people their age like to consume, rumors of his being involved in a relationship is amongst the things that gets his name circulating.
Nevermind that he’s likewise infamous for his arrogance, still, somehow, people believe he’s quite the ideal boyfriend… having been “faithful’ to one Uraraka Ochaco ever since news about them dating started. To be fair, it has been an impressive year.
If he recalls it correctly, it started from when Bakugou and Uraraka were randomly paired up in one of Aizawa’s classes earlier this school year. Honestly, it was a really fucking badass pairing and Bakugou would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about steering himself with weightless speed like a rocketship and obviously, that particular fantasy of his could only be made possible with Uraraka’s quirk.
It was fun, really, shooting himself one trajectory after another, and it’s evident with how wide his grin must be because when he came down crashing on Uraraka at one point, painted on her face was envy. So, instead of waiting for her to catch him, he remembers scooping his partner by the waist, ignoring the abrupt yelp she came with, and carrying her with him in his speed.
Whatever envy that had turned into fear, turned into joy, and Bakugou knew this the moment Uraraka started laughing, enjoying every bit of twists and turns Bakugou had led.
“Remove your quirk on yourself,” he remembers telling her mid-air, thinking of trying to fly them around with more of his control and with her as the anchor. “I could sweep us through the fucking clouds gracefully, wanna bet?”
“I trust you, Bakugou!” Uraraka responded enthusiastically, ten fingers already connected to bring back her own gravity.
Thankfully, that particular exercise was exactly for the opportunity of trying out compatible quirks. For all them, that day, it was fun and everyone busied themselves with their respective partners until—
“SHIT,” Bakugou remembers cursing, his entire heart leaping out of his ribcage. “Uraraka!”
“I’m okay!” she yelled back from where she hung beneath him. She didn’t lie that day, she really was okay; when a flock of birds came blocking their direction (no thanks to Koda, by the way), Bakugou managed to curtly turn them to a different direction, but out of panic, Uraraka had also turned herself around (thinking she’d have control over their bodies) and with that course, she fell out of Bakugou’s arm.
It took a millisecond for Bakugou to feel his front empty and another millisecond to blast an explosion from his palm enough to twist himself around to reach wherever he could feel Uraraka escaped to. Bakugou could really be more grateful he was blessed with excellent reflex because he managed to save her from falling from an impressive height, catching her by the jacket.
Luckily, they managed to collect themselves just in time for Aizawa to dismiss them. Sometimes, Aizawa has a heart of a sappy dad who would allow his children to extend their playtime a little — that day was one of those “sometimes”, but it didn’t really work well in Uraraka’s favor.
They were left with barely 10 minutes to run before Mic starts with English class and none of them bothered to change from their tracksuits to their regular uniforms — except maybe Uraraka who was hesitant to attend class in a tattered jacket because oh right, Bakugou had probably sparked his palm a bit when he caught her mid-air and he might have burned a large part of the fabric.
Uraraka was about to risk the 2 minutes left before English and change into her decent uniform when Bakugou hastily entered the classroom, prompting heads to snap to his direction, every pair of eyes following him as he walked heavy feet to Uraraka’s seat and placed a hoodie on her desk.
The way he had told her to wear it came out like a command and it almost felt like Uraraka was forced to obey, but she knew herself better — she felt saved. So, with a beaming smile, she took the hoodie in her hands and thanked him.
Maybe it was her fault she decided to wear Bakugou’s hoodie even after having changed into her uniform later, but anyone who’d get a hold of his jacket would understand how hard it would be to resist warming into the softness of its fabric and its clinging scent of caramel mixed with expensive powdery perfume — maybe it was her fault rumors of them dating started to spread throughout the hallway because of this, too.
But Bakugou would have to surrender himself to jail if he’d deny under oath and say he didn’t find Uraraka rather cute, her tiny frame swimming inside his hoodie. So maybe, he too was at fault for allowing her to wear it the entire day. (Not that he’d admit it.)
Consequently, how the fuck people knew it was Bakugou’s jacket she was wearing, both of them don’t know, but that day was the beginning of the trap they’ve set themselves into.
—
The rumors of Bakugou and Uraraka died down shortly only because neither of them addressed it. Granted that there were teasing here and there, Class A knew the truth, so really, it’s not like it’s worth the energy to make a grand announcement only to deny it.
Although maybe, eventually, they would have to use that trick because all the odds in the world must be in constant conspiracy for Bakugou and Uraraka to, time and again, find themselves in these situations; it seems, whatever they happen to do together could easily be construed as romantic.
One time, during All Might’s class, Uraraka lost control of her quirk and fell straight into the direction of where Bakugou was placed to train. Again with his reflex, Bakugou managed to blast himself at the accurate spot that had allowed him to catch Uraraka in his arms. To be fair, she was doing a really fucking awesome thing with her quirk (trying to manipulate gravity rather than delete it), anyone who would dare try what she was doing would probably fall once or twice where they floated; unfortunately for them, Uraraka happened to be the one with the gravity quirk and Bakugou had to be the one to catch her.
They were a dreamy view: Bakugou, the groom, holding his bride, Uraraka, in his strong arms — such an easy moment for their class to holler out their most creative banters, starting from Denki who happens to know every lyric to Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl”. (Horrible song choice, by the way; so much for teaching children about consent.)
And again with her panicked judgment, the moment Denki started with “Yes, you want her / Look at her, you know you do / It’s possible she wants you, too / There is one way to ask her…”, Uraraka jolted out of Bakugou’s arm to quickly escape the impending horror of the entire class going all musical about them, only to end up kicking a heavy foot straight towards Bakugou’s innocent crotch.
“FUCK!” was the most painful scream anyone in their class had ever heard from Bakugou who was clutching his palms tight between his thighs. With heightened horror, Uraraka had used her quirk against Bakugou and opted to hurry him to the infirmary, and despite his protests (as if he’d allow Recovery Girl to kiss his balls better), she continued to run down the hallway, one arm up as she dragged Bakugou by the hand like a kite.
Whatever distress that incident was for the two of them, to the public, they looked like they were playing along the hallways like a couple enjoying their honeymoon.
What’s worse, when they got into the infirmary, Recovery Girl had forced the both of them to take a rest until the end of All Might’s class (for what reason? Ask Recovery Girl because the two of them were too into their objections to listen). Without much of a choice left, they ended up complying — which they really wish they hadn’t because All Might’s class ended early and their classmates decided to check up on them and check up on them they did.
Upon swinging the door open, unexpecting eyes were welcomed with the picture of Uraraka lying underneath Bakugou’s entire body, his knees straddling her by the hips, and his hands pining her wrists above her head. It doesn’t help that they were laid like that on top of a bed and it likewise doesn’t help that they were staring at each other hungrily.
“He got the message,” Sero whispered to Denki who was beyond proud that his song got through them because Bakugou definitely looked like he was about to kiss Uraraka.
As if things weren’t horrific enough to drain their energies, Bakugou and Uraraka had to explain to their classmates for the rest of the day that what they saw them doing was an unmalicious wrestling match for the TV remote control.
Ah, what a classic excuse. (But no, it was the truth.)
—
With all of these incidents and more, needless to say, even after months have passed, the rumor is still very much alive.
Although it’s nice that it keeps certain admirers from doting on him (oh, the annoyance he recalls from girls back in middle school), it could get really frustrating. For one, he’s a developing man who requires certain needs; while he hasn’t explored the potentials of falling in love, this doesn’t stop him from having to tend to his horny dick.
Granted that he’s not some walking sex machine, he’s only ever been successfully cockblocked by this rumor once. Thankfully, he has great taste in women, because when he tried his chances with Setsuna Tokage from Class B, she had the decency to keep his attempt a secret.
It was a random party held in their dorms, Class A and Class B coming together for some barbecue and drinks when he happened to hold a conversation with who he personally thinks is the hottest girl in the other class. With a couple of shots down their groins, what started out as an innocent conversation turned suggestive and if it were any other guy, Bakugou swears, it would’ve been the perfect moment to lean in for a kiss and take it to the bedroom.
Except, he was Bakugou Katsuki, “boyfriend” of Uraraka Ochaco.
So when he leaned in for a kiss, Setsuna suddenly remembered she shouldn’t be involving herself with someone taken; she shouldn’t be exchanging risqué questions with him in an inconspicuous part of the common area; she shouldn't be holding his hand while they’re at it; and definitely, she shouldn’t be allowing a kiss.
“Wait, you didn’t want to?” Bakugou remembers asking her confusedly. After all that flirting, apparently, they weren’t on the same page? “I thought—”
“Ochako,” Setsuna replied. “Oh my goodness, I shouldn’t; oh god. I’m sorry. Oh, fuck! A-aren’t you?”
And with a single name, all of Bakugou’s confusion came to a resolution. He denied it, successfully, but it was at the expense of the moment dying and them deciding “heh, nevermind.” And the night went on for Bakugou, completely sexless.
Fortunately, the condom that is Uraraka Ochako exists only within the bounds of U.A., so when a certain Camie Utsushimi from Shiketsu texts him one night, Bakugou never had to use his right hand again. He didn’t like her that much when they spent some time training, but there’s no denying she’s attractive. So there’s that, at least, he wasn’t completely burdened by the rumor considering he’s got himself a bombshell for a fuckbuddy.
He’s not about falling in love anyway — or so he thinks, seeing that he hasn’t fallen in love with Camie after about the million times they’ve fucked. But for some reason, every time he comes back home after, well, coming, and he sees his supposed girlfriend back in the dorms, it feels a little… burdensome. He’s not sure why, but one night, he decided to end this casual fucking arrangement.
—
Your Super Sexy Pink Bestie Mina: hey babe, buy ur girlfriend pads why dontchu? it’s an emergency!!! NO EXTRA, MACHINE’S EMPTY, MOMO IN A MEETING
Bakugou immediately regrets pulling out his phone the moment he felt it in his pocket. First of all, he still hates the name Mina had set for herself in his phone, but he’s not about to go change it back only for her to change it into something more ridiculous again. (Trust him, what was once set as “Racoon Eyes” was set into “Mina” was set into “Pretty Pink” was set into “Sexy Pinkie” was set into... you get it.) And second of all, back at it with his girlfriend bullshit.
Bakugou isn’t stupid not to know getting into relationships should involve some sort of consent to it, so why the hell was he subjected to this role he never volunteered to anyways? He’s not embarrassed to admit he’s never had a girlfriend before, so why they assume he’s capable of the responsibilities of a boyfriend is beyond him.
Still, just because he’s decent, he happens to pick up some stuff at the convenience store before first period (pun intended), and Uraraka is desperate for his help since it’s an “emergency”, he might as well…
Bakugou Katsuki: Whats them pussy size
It’s a joke, Bakugou sneers at his joke because he sometimes knows how to be fucking funny. So whatever Mina had to reply to that, he ignores it, and proceeds to the aisle where he could find the napkins.
Lucky for Uraraka, Bakugou is used to helping out his family with their monthly groceries, so he’s at least confident what brand he should reach for (because if his mom prefers it, its quality must be exemplary) and just to be sure, he gets her every single kind there is; besides, if she can use it some other time, it would be worth splurging.
“Sorry! Mina said s-she— I-I didn’t know it was you, I tried Momo—” Uraraka rambles, her hand stretching out the washroom’s door, thinking it would embarrass her less if she hid behind it.
Bakugou had texted her to “Come out and get your life together. I have your napkins”, so he thinks she shouldn’t be so surprised to see him standing by the women’s washroom. Despite his notice, he was welcomed with whatever face Uraraka does when she’s overwhelmed. Bakugou doesn’t hate it, but he feels like he’s being compelled to feel as embarrassed as she is.
“Yeah, yeah, she’s in a fucking meeting; the vending machine’s empty; no one happens to carry one with them. Raccoon Eyes has already explained everything, alright?” he cuts her, gently forcing her fingers to clutch around the paperbag he’s brought with him. “Take it, nosy ass bitches are starting to stare like I’m a fucking perv over here.”
Wrong! He’s wrong. Eyes were on him because whatever he was doing, the likes of Mineta could really fucking learn from because in this moment, he was a gentleman (and that’s whether he likes it or not). It would’ve been nice if he was made to know this, but instead, he’s simply left off with a thanks.
“Oh, heavy!” Bakugou hears Uraraka comment as she retreats her arm shyly, just before she softly closes the door before him.
“Course it’s fucking heavy,” Bakugou mumbles, nevermind that she probably won’t hear him from behind the door. She’s about to discover the reason anyways because admittedly, Bakugou might have carried himself away with the splurging:
- An exaggerated variety of his mom’s preferred napkin brand;
- A three-piece pack of disposable underwear (because if it’s sudden, Bakugou thought maybe she needed it);
- A bottle of water and some painkillers (Bakugou managed to request from the infirmary); and
- Packets of mochi in different flavors (because Bakugou knew it was her favorite snack, but he didn’t know which one she preferred the best).
It’s whatever, his parents send him more money than he needs anyway. It’s his contribution to the economy, the world should really give him thanks. Fortunately for the world, the way Uraraka had softly given out her thanks was enough for him to feel his efforts validated.
Fuck yeah, he’s proud! But he doesn’t settle, not when there’s more he could do to help, because going beyond expectations is what he needs to do to surpass All Might. So, instead of heading straight to the classroom, he rushes down the hall and back, just in time for Uraraka to come out of the washroom and just in time for him to offer her a shield.
“Bakugou?” Uraraka calls as soon as her eyes meet his. “I thought you left…”
“Tch,” was all Bakugou had to reply before stretching out an article of clothing in front of her. “Don’t wanna walk around the school with a bleeding ass, do ya?”
It’s a jacket, it comes with a zipper. It’s different from the one from last time, not as soft considering it’s a windbreaker, but Uraraka appreciates it nonetheless. Bakugou knows this because she takes it with her tiny hand and wraps it around her waist, and the greatest indication is the smile she shoots in his direction.
Bakugou had predicted all of this, he knows his actions are always so well-calculated, so he’s not surprised to see Uraraka beaming. But what he hasn’t expected to happen is for her to reach him by his elbow and tug him by his sleeve just before they’d start walking.
It’s quite the unspoken rule that Bakugou Katsuki is a man of control, so whatever reason Bakugou has to allow one tiny, pink-cheeked BAMF of a lady to cling unto his elbow and lead the entire trip from the washroom to their classroom, don’t ask him, he won’t be able to answer.
Some idle time later in between classes, Bakugou decides to open the message Mina had replied to his joke with and immediately, he regrets it.
Your Super Sexy Pink Bestie Mina: oh shut up!!! but I LOVE that u didn’t deny being her boyfriend anyways <333
—
Without putting much mind into it, Bakugou thought that the Napkin Emergency would be the last time he’d be tending to his unofficial girlfriend. What he hadn’t seen coming is him, a couple of days later, making his way to a vending machine with the intention of buying his unofficial girlfriend the most disgusting can of coffee (because for some reason, he happens to know she likes to have the sweetest kind).
No one had forced him this time — no Mina texting him to come get it for her, no accident putting them in any situation whatsoever — so on the way back to the classroom, he convinces himself that he’s only doing this because he can’t stand hearing her tiny fucking snores when she had been sleeping throughout the entirety of Ectoplasm’s lesson. It’s his hearing aid, really, picking up the most annoying noises he would rather filter, thank you very much.
Bakugou was convinced he was irritated out of his wits when he stomps back to the classroom and makes his way to Uraraka’s seat, placing the coffee on her desk with a “thump” that forces her awake. But his classmates see otherwise because if they haven’t seen an ikemen before, well, they have seen one now.
“Damn, Bakubro!” Kirishima stands up from his seat, punching his hands together in the way only he does, fighting back a tear forcing out of his eye. “That’s so manly!”
And to his aggravation, when Mina calls him out with a “Woooh! Best boyfriend ever!” the entire class joins in on the cheering. (Heck, even IcyHot joined in with some sort of modest clapping.) In his attempt to prevent a blush creeping from his neck, Bakugou grits his teeth and masks himself with an angry “Shut the fuck up!” before forcing his wallet in Kirishima’s hands and telling them to “go buy yourselves some fucking coffee, dipshits. I ain’t playin’ favorites.”
Bakugou thinks he saved himself from embarrassment, but whatever he did just provoked an even louder set of cheers. At least, this time, the cheers easily fade, following the voices outside of the classroom, the “Bakusquad” volunteering to bring back coffee for everyone.
He doesn’t look back when he makes his way to his seat, so he doesn’t see the way Uraraka smiles at the coffee between her hands, pink cheeks forcing out a deeper color.
—
If there’s anything decent that has come out of this forced relationship Bakugou and Uraraka have gotten themselves into, it’s that, they have actually gotten a little closer. It takes two to figure one isn’t awkward with the other and if they were to be honest, they’d both admit that that fact alone was pretty fucking cool.
But it’s not like they talk enough to analyze their, erm, situation, but it shows in their friendship. At some point, they’ve moved past the burden of having to deny whatever the public thinks they are, to actually just allowing it.
It’s not an agreement set in stone, but it’s seen in the way they know who’s who when a person talks to them and asks them about their “boyfriend” or “girlfriend”. So when Sero comes up to Bakugou one day and tells him Mina was looking for his girlfriend, Bakugou just rolls his eyes and shoots Uraraka a text.
It’s funny sometimes, because even the teachers have caught up on it. One day, when Bakugou got himself involved in yet another childish fight with Deku (about hero history of some sorts because they’re kind of friends now and also, because they’re a bunch of dorks), Aizawa lands his eyes on Uraraka and sighs. And when he tells her to “maybe get a hold of your boyfriend”, Uraraka finds herself in a fit of giggles, walking her way between the dorks, and clutching unto Bakugou’s arm to sedate him because apparently, her touch has this effect on him now.
One night, when Bakugou was heading to the laundry room, a scream of his name catches him on his feet and he halts at an awkward space in the common area, forced to wait for a running pair of pink cheeks chasing after him. He laughs at how silly she looks, pulling a hamper victim of zero-gravity, and stopping as soon as she manages to reach him on the shoulder.
“What the hell, Cheeks?” he complains, but he doesn’t stop himself from chuckling. “Do we really have to walk into laundry together? The fuck?”
Clearly, his complaint doesn’t come through because Uraraka returns it with giggle of her own and a tease that was rather… uncalled for.
“Why? Can’t I walk with my boyfriend for an errand now?”
…not that Bakugou was complaining.
“Alright, babe,” he teases back because two can play this game. “Let’s go.”
And if it’s a game that results to a winner, Bakugou can take the crown because the blush he paints on Uraraka’s already pink cheeks was rather rewarding.
Laundry has never been so fun, having someone to move around with. Normally, once Bakugou has put all his garments in, he leaves the machines to work, and then he passes time with his switch. But tonight, he didn’t have to uselessly waste an hour playing Pokemon Sword for the hundredth time, not when Uraraka was keeping him company. Instead, they talk.
They haven’t had the chance to talk this much, this casually, in the entirety of their friendship, so it’s surprising as well as relieving for Bakugou to have found a decent person to talk to — no forced topics, no crossing any lines, no awkward moments. Even in the silence of each other at one point, it was nonetheless comforting.
Bakugou doesn’t usually do his laundry on Wednesday nights, but he doesn’t mind a bit of change.
—
As it seems, the rumor-imposed relationship is not as burdensome as Bakugou thought it was in the beginning of it. Although he did sacrifice his arrangement with Camie some time ago, not having to come home feeling vaguely guilty about seeing someone behind his supposed girlfriend’s back is enough to pacify him. It’s confusing, really, but whatever this “relationship” is, he has since decided that he’s not at all too bothered about it.
Come to think of it, he’s not sure what other reasons he has for finding it inconvenient. In fact, he might have already found himself on a complete 360 after having allowed himself to submit to this faux-relationship and slowly, through passing days, realize he might be wanting something more.
Like two weeks ago, when they had to find a sparring a partner and Bakugou went up to her direction and take her by the hand before he could think better of it. (Which, by the way, turned out to be an awesome decision that would awaken a kink he never knew he had before — thanks to her heaven-made thighs and her Gunhead Martial Arts leglock move.)
Like last week, when he consciously sought her on a movie night, hoping she’d find the spot next to him free and up for grabs so maybe, maybe he can throw his arm around her. (She did and, to his utter luck, she went as far as initiating a cuddle.)
And like this week, when Uraraka had come up to greet him one early morning in the pantry, and all he could think about was wanting to wake up to that sight of her now and forever.
So, though his nuts may be blue and his heart a little anxious, Bakugou decides that he’d be more stupid than a brainless blob of booger-goo if he doesn’t grow his balls and pluck the courage to ask Uraraka now — on a random Wednesday evening, inside the oddly romantic-space of the laundry room — to date him for real this time around.
(And with an instant and unreserved “yes”, Bakugou proudly sets himself to the true undertaking of a boyfriend to one Uraraka Ochako.)