The Bakurocket!

Late Night Flipping Chats

The night before class...

Katsuki had just finished his late night running when he stopped to get some rest and check his phone, almost choking with the cold water at noticing a particular message...

RoundFace says:
"Hey..."

Really messy mixed feelings boiled up inside his chest. Before he could keep hesitating like a fucking moron, Bakugo answers "Hey" back.

RoundFace says:
"So... How u doing...?"

...

She better not be planning on have small talk of all danmed things... Or, God forbid, if Uraraka was thinking in answering him by phone... that would be lame as Deku. 

"Cut the bullshit already and go to the point."

Turns out it wasn't quite it...

RoundFace says:
"Ah, sure, okok..."

Feeling the cold breeze messing with his sweated skin, the blond puts on his hoodie and starts going back home.

RoundFace says:
"I just kinda wanted to know... why do you like me?"

Bakugou stopped right on his tracks.

***

Unable to keep quiet inside the sheets, the tired brunette had already got up to do some small cleaning and organizing, just to not freak out while waiting for each text.

Her phone gave a quick 'bzz, bzz.' again.

Katsuki B.
"Oi, you dumbass. You're having low self esteem crap or what?"

"Wha-, wait, me?" Ochako even said it out loud, wandering just how he'd get this idea... It was weird he'd ask something like that since his suposed confession wasn't that different. Because of that simple line of thought, when Uraraka responded it was only after sending it that she realized the potencial danger it could trigger.

"Are you with low self esteem, Katsuki..?"

And not a mili second after, her phone started to ring. Not the quick message 'bzz, bzz.'... a long, rhythmically 'Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz'.

Katsuki. Was. Calling.

Ochako almost had a heart attack. Bakugou was actually calling her...! Before she could have a deeper regret fro ignoring him...

"Moshi mo-" the brunette started, naively thinking she'd actually finish it.

"-THE HELL YOU THINK I AM? FUCKING DEKU?! I DINDN'T ASK YOU THAT TO FEEL BETTER WITH MYSELF I ASKED..." at that moment, he stopped screaming.

"...Yes...?" she said, really low, almost not to daunt him on continuing.

"Tsk. Forget it." NOOO. "Don't need to answer me tomorrow." he finished saying, sounding very ready to end the call.

"HeEEEEEY! WAIT! I WANT TO ANSWER! I WANT TO ANSWER!" Fortunately he seemed to stay there for a little while. "Geez... I just want to know as well..." the brunette sighed, laying back on her bed, suddenly beat up.

From the other side, Uraraka hears him clicking his tongue.

"Fuck. fine. it's not a big deal anyway..."

Wait.

Waaaait...

Really? Oh God, there she was, standing up again.

At this point it was impossible not to notice how anxious she's feeling about what he might say... So it's understandble that when Katsuki came up with some vague "Kinda like your fighting spirit and you don't look bad either"... she can't help to feel a little but of disapointment.

It was Katsuki their were talking about. The infamous, furious and proud number-one-driven person who happens to actually be one of the best students at their class. Of course she would never ever expect some romantic approach (Heck, Uraraka didn't expect ANY type of approach coming from someone like him), but him being the odd hot-headed rational guy he was, she couldn't avoid thinking he'd have a special or cool reason to take a interest on her.

The ultimately worst part was that she had a feeling there was more to it... The way he looked, or seemed to actually care about what she says... and he might not be telling just for some immature attitude.

Was she wrong? Did she kind of superestimated the King-of-Explodos... She was indeed feeling a bit unfair...

"Is that it...?" and after a brief pause "I see, I see..." Uraraka was ready to thank him for his honesty and maybe agree on a time and place for her to give her answer the next day, but who said he was done...?

"What's that weak reaction suppose to mean?"

"Excuse me...?" said that stupid high piched offended voice that was gradualy becoming his most effective rage fuel. "What do you mean with a 'weak reaction'?"

Bakugou had already reached his home, but phrase after phrase he simply couldn't bring himself to open the danm door and enter, always going back to the sidewalk and threatening to burn anyshit down.

"Shit means exactly what it sounds. You text me at almost 1 AM to ask me bullshit and that's really all you have to say?!"

"Well, sir," Shit, he could even visualize her cold gaze "Sorry for the unsatisfactory reaction, but I gotta say, it does suit your weak reasons quite well."

He felt bad. He felf angry. But above all, he felt bad for feeling angry after acting stupidly. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the kind of reaction she gave him. It was just as shallow as the reasons he just stated. But this was something he already knew and failed to do better, not something he wanted her to tell him.

And when people tell him what he doesn't want to hear, he acts even stupidier.

"HOO! Wait a minute, step down your high horse, sweetie. Shouldn't you be used with guys going only after your ass at this age? Why you acting wall butthurt about it?!"

"Maybe I was expecting more from you." and at these words, he kept shut. But the anti-gravity hero wasn't done yet. "And before I forget... about my answer tomorrow..."

And she hang up. Bakugo was confused for a second, only to open their conversation and stumble across a photo she just sended to him.

After loading it, he is dismissed with an infame Uraraka showing him the finger. And after that, all his justified guilt was replaced with unreasonable anger and thirst for retaliation.

Tomorrow would be a fucked up day.