Kacchaco Short Stories

Taste

A/N---- not rly a note but my top 3 albums rn r 

1.Short and Sweet

2.Folklore

3. The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess 

so a lot of these were inspired by those

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Ochaco's heart was in her throat as she walked towards the café. It was a small, unassuming place nestled in a quiet corner of town, but today it felt like the center of her universe. Her fingers trembled as she clutched her phone, the news still fresh in her mind, cutting through her like a knife. Katsuki Bakugou and Camie Utsushimi were back together. The words echoed in her mind, each repetition striking with the force of a hammer against an anvil.

She had known Katsuki for years, had fought alongside him, had loved him fiercely. But he had walked away from that love, choosing something—someone—else. And though she had tried to move on, to let the wound heal, the news of his rekindled relationship with Camie had reopened it, deeper and more painful than before.

As she reached the café, Ochaco paused outside, staring at the door. It wasn't too late to turn back, to forget this confrontation and try to salvage what was left of her peace of mind. But she knew she couldn't. She had to face Camie, had to get this off her chest, or the bitterness would consume her.

Taking a deep breath, Ochaco pushed open the door. The soft chime above announced her arrival, but the café was mostly empty. Camie stood behind the counter, chatting with a customer. She looked radiant, her blonde hair catching the sunlight streaming through the windows, her smile warm and inviting. Ochaco's stomach twisted in knots. It was easy to see why Katsuki would be drawn to her; she was everything Ochaco wasn't—effortlessly charming, confident, beautiful.

Camie finished with the customer and looked up, her eyes meeting Ochaco's. The smile faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a look of surprise. Then, just as quickly, it was back.

"Ochaco, hey!" Camie greeted, her voice bright and cheerful. "What brings you here?"

Ochaco forced a smile, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest. "Just needed to talk," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Camie nodded, wiping her hands on her apron. "Sure, what's up? Want to sit down?"

"No," Ochaco said quickly, too quickly. She took a step closer, lowering her voice. "This won't take long."

Camie's smile faded slightly, a hint of concern creeping into her expression. "Okay... What's on your mind?"

Ochaco's throat tightened. The words she had rehearsed a hundred times in her head suddenly seemed stuck, tangled up in her emotions. But she had come this far, and she wasn't about to back down now.

"I heard you're back together with Katsuki," she said, her voice colder than she intended.

Camie blinked, taken aback. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah, we are. We've been talking things out, trying to make it work."

Ochaco's chest constricted painfully. She had expected it, but hearing it confirmed was like a punch to the gut. "And if that's true," she continued, her voice trembling, "you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you."

Camie's eyes widened, her mouth opening slightly in shock. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension hanging thick in the air.

"If you want forever, and I bet you do," Ochaco pressed on, her emotions boiling over, "just know you'll taste me too."