Kacchaco Short Stories

Good Graces

A/N ----- Js so ya'll know im very black not white at all. Im js emo lol

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Ochaco Uraraka had always been a believer in her instincts. They had guided her through battles, helped her avoid danger, and kept her grounded. But lately, those instincts had been tingling for a different reason—a reason that had nothing to do with the world of heroes and everything to do with her relationship with Katsuki Bakugou.

It started with the little things. Katsuki had always been gruff and unapologetically himself, but there had been a time when his rough edges softened slightly for her, when his scowl didn't seem so intimidating, and when his harsh words held a hidden warmth that only she could see. But now, those subtle shifts were gone, replaced by an even colder, more distant version of the man she loved.

He was always busy, always out late, always distracted. And when he was home, he was either silent or curt, like he was a thousand miles away. The connection they once had—the fiery, intense bond that had drawn them together—felt like it was slowly unraveling. Her heart ached with every unanswered text, every missed call, and every half-hearted excuse.

It wasn't in her nature to jump to conclusions, but Ochaco couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in her gut that something was wrong. The unease gnawed at her, growing stronger with each passing day until she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to know the truth, even if it meant facing the possibility that her worst fears might be confirmed.

That's why she was standing in their shared apartment, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared at Katsuki from across the room. He was seated on the couch, his eyes focused on the television, but Ochaco knew he wasn't really watching. She knew because she had been watching him. For weeks, she had watched him withdraw further and further away, and she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Katsuki," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "We need to talk."

He didn't look at her immediately, his eyes still glued to the screen as if whatever was playing could shield him from the confrontation he knew was coming. "About what?" he muttered, his tone nonchalant.

Ochaco felt a spark of anger ignite in her chest. How could he be so indifferent? So dismissive? Didn't he care that she was hurting? That she was teetering on the edge of breaking down?

"About us," she said firmly, refusing to let him brush her off. "About what's been going on with you lately."

Katsuki finally turned his head to look at her, his expression guarded. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Ochaco shot back, her voice rising. "You've been acting weird for weeks, Katsuki. You're distant, you're cold, and you're never around. And when you are here, it's like you're not really here. What's going on?"

Katsuki scowled, the defensive wall he always had up growing thicker. "Nothing's going on, Uraraka. You're imagining things."

"I'm not imagining anything!" she snapped, her frustration boiling over. "I know something's wrong, Katsuki! You're hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is!"

Katsuki stood up, towering over her with his arms crossed. "There's nothing to talk about. You're overthinking things, like you always do."

"Don't gaslight me!" Ochaco shouted, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "I'm not stupid, Katsuki! I know when something's wrong, and I'm telling you right now, if you're doing something behind my back—if you're cheating on me—I'm not going to stand for it!"