That old little road trip (Kacchako)

3- New York!

Bakugo's p.o.v.

I watched her fly over me, her light pink boots stretching across her body as she kicked the villian square in the gut. As he got up to jump and pummel me I saw her use zero gravity to jump above him, grab his head and pull them over him twisting him and firmly slamming him in the ground. She twisted his arms.

"I wouldn't move another muscle if I were you." She stated gravely, her pupils turning completely white. She seemed brighter. How fucking cool was that. I didn't move still but I find herself gesturing to the villain so we could finish the job. I had taken some rope and began tying him up and finished the knot pressing my foot into his back.

"You'll never-" the villain started,

"Yeah shut the fuck up, save it for the cops." I rolled my eyes, I soon saw The two intern dorks bringing me in a hug, I roll my eyes but keep my mouth shut. We all walked back to the old RV and I slowed my pace trailing slightly behind everyone. I look at her brown silky hair in a bob bounce up and down. The way her hips swayed back and forth when she walked. Her squishy pink face turned around when i wasn't walking,

"Hey slow poke, are you going to come?" She turned around giving me a smile, the way her eyes lit up and her cheeks perked up,

"Yeah." I say quickening my pace. I felt my face grow warm...maybe Uraraka wasn't that bad after all.

We had reached the RV and Bridget turned to us,

"In battle you won't have interns to patch yah up, so why don't y'all take the medical kit over there and fix yourselves up." She gave us a thumbs up, she took the wheel and Andre had gotten out a laptop and began typing on it away. I grabbed the medical kit and got out gauze,

"I think I just have skid marks on my knees." She stated,

"Well first you need to get out of your uniform. So hurry up already so I can finish this." I look away, she nodded and her feet padded away softly as she entered the bedroom to change. I grabbed gauze as she came back,

"Ok." She reassured sitting back down in tan cargo shorts and a white tucked in shirt. Such boyish looking clothing looked somehow feminine on her...it wasn't tight but revealed all the right places. I began placing the gauze on her knees and taped them,

"You know you were pretty bad ass out there..." I said quietly, she looked down,

"Really?!" She looked mildly shocked at my compliment,

"Yeah...who'd you intern with?" I asked,

"I did gunhead." She stated,

"Woah! I figured you'd want do rescue or some shit." I said shocked,

"Well...not really...it began with your fight actually, I'd come to realize how bad I was with close range attacks, so I began bettering myself in the weakest spot." She shrugged. I stood up finishing,

"So you're saying me kicking your ass gave you a better perspective?" I smirked,

"What- no-" she frowned,

"Glad to be of service." I bowed laughing as she shoved me in the bedroom,

"You still need to be patched up you know." She roll her eyes,

"Dont need any." I rolled my eyes back,

"Sure do, just come out." She sighed, I put baggy jeans and a black T-shirt. I saw her checking her phone but look up, she threw it aside and got up with an ice pack,

"Cmon let me help, I know you got banged up too." She pouted, it was utterly adorable....no wait...I don't think any girl is cute...I think I hit my head too hard.