Kacchaco Short Stories

It will rain

A/N --- we're bad with some angst... this one is a little sadder ROMEO AND JULIET AU

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The city of Musutafu was divided by a rift that had festered for generations. The Bakugou and Uraraka families were two pillars of society, their influence felt in every corner of the hero world. But where there should have been unity, there was only bitterness. The rivalry between these two houses had grown into a deep-seated hatred that poisoned everything it touched.

Katsuki Bakugou was the living embodiment of his family's power—a young man with an explosive quirk and an even more explosive temper. He was the heir to the Bakugou legacy, destined to lead his family to greater heights. His entire life had been shaped by the expectations placed upon him, and he bore them with a fierce pride. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a restlessness that gnawed at him—a longing for something more, something beyond the endless cycle of power and violence.

Ochaco Uraraka was the pride of her own family, but in a very different way. Where the Bakugous were known for their aggression and dominance, the Urarakas were admired for their kindness and empathy. Ochaco's quirk, though unassuming at first glance, held a quiet power that belied her gentle nature. She had been raised with the same expectations as Katsuki, but with the added pressure of being the symbol of her family's ideals.

Despite the hatred between their families, Katsuki and Ochaco had lived parallel lives, their paths never crossing—until that fateful night at the hero gala.

The gala was a grand affair, held in a lavish mansion on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sound of clinking glasses. It was a place where the elite gathered to celebrate their successes, to forge alliances, and to flaunt their wealth. It was also a place where old rivalries simmered just beneath the surface, hidden behind polite smiles and cordial greetings.

Katsuki had been dragged to the gala by his parents, who saw it as an opportunity to showcase their son's potential as the next great hero. He stood in the corner of the ballroom, his arms crossed over his chest, a scowl etched on his face. He hated these events—the fake laughter, the hollow compliments. It was all meaningless to him.

Ochaco, too, had been brought to the gala by her family. Unlike Katsuki, she had learned to navigate these social events with grace, masking her discomfort behind a warm smile. She floated through the crowd like a ghost, her mind elsewhere as she performed the duties expected of her.

It was by chance that their eyes met across the crowded room. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Katsuki felt a strange jolt in his chest, a sensation he couldn't quite place. Ochaco's gaze was soft, curious, as if she were seeing him for the first time. In that instant, something shifted between them—an unspoken connection that neither could ignore.

Katsuki found himself drawn to her, his feet moving of their own accord as he made his way through the throng of guests. Ochaco, too, felt an inexplicable pull, her heart racing as he approached. When they finally stood face to face, there was a charged silence between them, as if the very air around them had thickened.

"You're Katsuki Bakugou," Ochaco said softly, her voice barely audible over the din of the ballroom.

Katsuki nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "And you're Ochaco Uraraka."

There was no malice in their exchange, no hint of the animosity that should have defined their encounter. Instead, there was something else—an understanding, a recognition of the weight they both carried.

They spoke in hushed tones, careful not to draw attention to themselves. The conversation was stilted at first, but as the minutes passed, they found a strange comfort in each other's presence. For the first time in their lives, they were able to speak freely, without the burden of their families' expectations.