Considerate | Kacchako

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A/N:
I started this one-shot over a year ago, nearly finished it back then, and didn't finish it until now. So, I apologize if the quality isn't the best, but I hope you enjoy the fluffy wholesomeness.

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The summer sunlight was like an ocean of gold fire. Uraraka could feel the heat melting her skin as she briskly strode for the gates of U.A. with one hand acting as a visor over her eyes. She kept her gaze low to the ground, glancing up intermittently to minimize her encounters with the blinding bite of the sun.

So hot, Uraraka thought as she approached the main building of U.A. along with a river of other students on all sides. I skipped breakfast too. Almost there! Just a few more steps, and the air-conditioned—

With a thud, Uraraka's forehead bumped into something warm and sturdy. Reflexively, she looked up, and as a haze of white stained her eyes, she stumbled back a step. Standing in front of her was Katsuki Bakugou, and beside him was Eijirou Kirishima.

"Oi, watch it," snapped Bakugou with squinted eyes and wilted plumes of ash-blond hair.

Uraraka parted her lips to speak, but interpolating her thoughts was Kirishima. "Don't mind him," Kirishima sighed with a soft, sheepish smile. "He's extra cranky cuz it's hot." He patted Bakugou's shoulder, but he was provided with a serrated, scarlet-tipped glare.

Stand up for yourself, Uraraka told herself as her pulse quickened. Sound confident!

"It's okay," Uraraka replied as the three stepped into the icy bath of air flooding out from the doors of the building. "But you should also watch where you're going." She blinked rapidly as the white splotches burning through her eyes began to dissipate.

Bakugou clicked his tongue and stepped to the side. "You're so short, I couldn't see ya," he countered.

"So, that means you let down your guard for short people?" Uraraka smirked, sieving Bakugou's fierce, vermillion eyes.

Bakugou raised a brow as his upper lip peeled up. "Hah? That's not what I said," he growled. "Grow up. Heh. Literally. Oi, Shitty Hair, get to class." He tilted his head in the direction of the classroom.

As Kirishima reluctantly slinked down the hall, Uraraka straightened her posture and brought her hand into a fist. "Well, even if I'm at fault, you're also at fault, Bakugou." She leaned against the wall as a numbing wave of lightheadedness surged through her head.

Bakugou's expression scrunched into a lour, but a new, deep voice rent the verbal showdown. "Bakugou, Uraraka," sighed Aizawa, "what's going on?" His dim eyes flicked between Bakugou and Uraraka.

"She wouldn't watch where she was going," Bakugou groaned.

"He wouldn't, either," Uraraka followed up, pointing to Bakugou.

"Both of you, apologize," Aizawa uttered with unwavering eyes.

"No," both Bakugou and Uraraka protested simultaneously.

I'm not apologizing until this jerk takes some responsibility for his actions, Uraraka thought while Aizawa expelled a sigh. Just something. Anything, really. It'd also be kinda cute... Cute? She shook her head, but the livid thumping in her chest was undying.

Aizawa glanced at the clock on the wall. "I'll be seeing you both after school." He turned his back to his students. "I expect you both to be there." With that, he slipped behind the bend of the hall.

Uraraka inhaled deeply as her legs began to tremble. I need water. And to sit down. But I was planning on getting ice cream after school. I guess that'll have to wait... With swerving steps, she began to lumber towards her classroom, but she paused and rested against the wall after a few steps. I should've eaten something.