Upstream [Kacchako] [ENG]

III. Upstream - Cloudy with a chance of 1% Gravity

"What's going on?"
Bakugō bit his tongue a moment before giving in to the epithet with which he had called Uraraka in recent months, as if to decree it was no longer necessary.
Another two weeks had passed since the cafeteria event and theirs could be considered a real friendship: they continued to train together every day, they studied together, they spent the lunch break together.
Not that the blond had forgotten Kaminari and Kirishima or the brunette had forgotten Tsuyu, Iida and Deku, the mutual company was a pleasant filler.
For Ochaco, however, the words "friendship" and "company" were starting to get suffocating.
What happened in the last month, especially the event two weeks earlier and the news from Recovery Girl that she was saved by Katsuki during their first training session, had silently laid the foundation for an infatuation.
And although the hero boasted a much higher than average intelligence, he still had not yet been able to understand why the girl had begun to behave in a somewhat bizarre way. He only noticed her being a little more distracted in class and the fact that every now and then when he turned to her she seemed to panic.
"Don't move. Close your eyes."
The soft, delicate voice of the girl tickled his ear, followed immediately by a metallic sound.
"Those are...? What the fuck are you doing!? », Bakugō started to turn around, but Ochaco blocked his back.
"Bakugō, do you trust me?"
Her words were sweet and serious at the same time, perfectly dichotomous.
The young man didn't answer her, he just relaxed his muscles; he stiffened again soon after, when he felt the cold steel rings tighten on both wrists.
"Yes, these are the handcuffs I bring to our training, it's to keep you still. You taught me to sneak up on you", she chuckled, making her timbre lose all the composure it had kept up to that moment. Katsuki trusted her and was perfectly aware that she would never hurt him - considering that he could undo the handcuffs with his quirk in no time if he just wanted to.
He decided to wait in silence for what turn the situation would take.
A faint pink light stroked his cheeks sideways, a sign that Uraraka was tinkering with her uniqueness behind him.
He noticed that she hadn't touched his skin, but the handcuffs.
"Don't be scared, I'm about to make you float two meters."
She took a deep breath and lifted him by the handcuffs, arousing his annoyance despite the warning. Although the time had come to declare her feelings, the heroine fell silent.
She just observed him from below, forcing a melancholic smile and staying silent anyway.
The words stopped in her throat, as if she had completely lost the use of her voice.
What was she supposed to say? Should she have beaten around the bush? Be direct? Giving up and tell him nothing? Should she have kissed him directly?
The possibilities were endless but the time available was not.
Bakugō snorted conspicuously and decided it was time to take the reins of the situation.
"Look, I know you can't use your quirk for too long without feeling sick. And I don't want to hang here, so hurry up.", he began, challenging her and showing a hint of apprehension both for her and for himself, "By now I know what you want to do. Just do it".
Although he hadn't picked up the previous signals, it was now clear what she wanted to communicate to him.
He showcased a benevolent grin, indicating that he was at least pleased with her.
Ochaco flew up to join him and returned the challenge with a sly smile, almost relieved to receive such a positive and inviting response.
"So ... close your eyes."
Katsuki carried out the order without blinking an eye, impatient, and didn't even have the time to formulate a thought before the girl smacked him on the lips.
Fleeting, delicate, soft.
Maybe a little too fleeting.
"Hey," he protested with a scowl, "If you think I'm ok with just this thing after hanging like this, you're wrong. Give me a proper kiss right now."
Although he had visibly mellowed with her over the months, Bakugō would always be so intemperate and proud.
Uraraka frowned and placed her fists on the hips.
"Okay, but just because I want it too."
She leaned against his lips again, disclosing them to search for his tongue with her own, and she was greeted by something that felt like a hurricane.
The contrast between the delicate touch of hers and the impetuous one of his surprised her, causing a muffled moan against his mouth.
Up to that moment neither of the two had had the opportunity to experience a kiss, but whether it was the right or wrong way at that moment did not matter.
"I'm taking off the handcuffs, keep me flying."
Bakugō began to tinker with the tool, demonstrating how it had never been a real impediment to him, and waited for Ochaco to touch his shoulder.
With his hands free, the boy gripped her hips muttering "Finally" and brusquely brought her close to him, pouncing on her soft lips as if he had been hungry all that time and had just begun eating. It was too early for Katsuki to even remotely consider doing something as dull as declaring himself, but at least to himself he couldn't help but admit how Ochaco's presence had brought something into his life; she was the counterweight of joviality and lightness in a scale that had known only anger and hatred. However, as pleasant as that moment might be, there was something he craved even more.
"Uraraka," he called in a hoarse voice, tickling her lips with his breath.
"Yes?" She chirped, her irises opening wide as her heart skipped a beat.
"When the fuck are we getting out of here?"
Bakugō's roar echoed across the U.A campus.