Affection

3: Not Affection

"Go fuck yourself!" Bakugou yelled as he got off the elevator, gaining the attention of everyone nearby.

"The hell did I do?!" Uraraka yelled in defiance, stepping out revealing her crossed arms and frown.

"Exist." Bakugou stomped off. Clearly a sign telling her to go away.

"It's not any better than your dumb existence." Uraraka persisted. To which Bakugou slowed to a stop and turned his head.

"Talk to me when you can come up with better comebacks."

"As if I ever wanted to talk to you, anyway!"

"Then we're both happy that way!" With that Bakugou walked off leaving Uraraka to stand alone with half the class gawking at her. She let out a frustrated huff. More frustrated with the fact that she couldn't laugh at the scene they made. She'll laugh about it later.

This was a ridiculous plan and they both knew it. But ridiculous is what would usually get the message across. The rumor would fizzle out and everything would be back to normal. Bliss for everyone involved.

Another not-entirely frustrated huff and she was stomping off in the direction she just came from. Her room seemed heavenly at the moment. The questions to come were obvious. Her best bet was to bolt out of there at the speed of sound if possible.

On the way back up, her phone buzzed nonstop. She gave it a quick check and found thirty new messages from half the class. The majority coming from Todoroki and Tsuyu.

Peppermint tea: you've got some major tea to spill, I know it.

Froppy: are you okay???

She giggled at their reactions. As she kept scrolling, she found one from Bakugou among the mess.

Bakubitch: nice work chubs

She grinned at Bakugou's rare acknowledgement of success. She quickly responded to that one.

Poolfloaty: thanks pinecone

The elevator stopped with a soft 'ding' to let her know she made it to her floor. She quickly got off and bolted to her room. The sound of the door shutting was like music. She leaned on the door, sliding down with a sigh. The problem was hopefully fixed for now.

Her phone suddenly started buzzing intensely in her pocket. Quickly, she pulled it out again and found it was Todoroki calling her. She answered, of course. Not because she wanted to but because she had to be polite. It was Todoroki, after all.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Spill." Todoroki answered.

"Spill what?"

"What the hell was that screaming match?"

"It was Bakugou being annoying."

"So, you started fighting?"

"He came to me, not my fault I'm sick of his yelling."

"Okay, that's completely fair."

"Why are you even calling me when you're literally a couple floors down?"

"That's because I'm busy are the moment."

"Oh, I see." Uraraka smirked, knowing exactly what Todoroki was busy with. "Well, I'll leave you to it!" With that she hung up before he could protest. Her phone quickly buzzed again. The sound really starting to get on her nerves.

She didn't really care much for the big group of texts reading the same. Are you alright? I'll beat him up for you. You okay? All the same. Almost meaningless to her. She opened the only different one that came from Bakugou.

Bakubitch: you probably know this is far from over

Bakubitch: I'll come over later so we can talk our next move

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"It's actually hilarious how little they know you." Bakugou tossed the phone back to Uraraka from the chair at her desk.

"I know, right?" Uraraka caught it easily. "Three years and you'd expect them to at least figure out that I'm not some kind of princess that needs saving."

"You sure do tend to act like it sometimes."

"I don't recall asking for your opinion on that." She leaned into the wall behind her bed.

"Whatever." Bakugou playfully grinned.

"So, what's our next move?"

"Well, we're definitely going to get plenty of questions."

"Already there."

"If you ignore them, they'll get suspicious, so make up a story to tell." Silence filled the room for a moment as Uraraka was thinking up what to say exactly.

She snapped her fingers and grinned, "Got one."

"Already?"

"Well, yeah, it's easy to make myself look like the victim here."

"Guess it seems I'm more misunderstood than you'll ever be." Bakugou leaned back with a bit of smirk. "And I almost prefer it that way."

"The lesser they think the more they'll gasp at your amazingnesss, your majesty." Uraraka rolled her eyes at him. Her phone buzzed in her hand. Taking a glance at it, it was Mina announcing an all girls sleepover in a week. Nothing too important.

"Glad there's someone in this hell that's intelligent."

"Whatever-how are you even going to get out of here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like what if they see you leave my room? That'll raise suspicion."

"Simple, I'll climb out through the window." Bakugou shrugged.

"You're insane."

"Give me another option."

"Fair point."

"See," Bakugou stood up from the chair. "This is why I like talking to you." He stretched his arms over his head, yawning slightly. "It's like and actual conversation and not just stupid shit."

"Yeah, I think people think stereotyping us is a defense mechanism to protect from the fact that we're pretty cool and they're not."

"Exactly my thoughts." His arms fell to his sides. "You've learned more than I thought." He made his way to the door. "We'll talk later." With that he was out. He was lucky that no one was out there to see him.

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Little bit of a shorter chapter oof

But hey the plot's starting so it's all good