You. Lost. (Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako)

Wake Up, Get Up, Get Outta There!

What the hell is she gonna do! Uraraka's got all the feels now, and she's not super happy about it.

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Autor's note: This chapter may not be NSFW, but I still like it :) I'm taking us on a little kacchako journey that's going to get bumpy as we go. Thank you so so much to everyone who's sent me messages and comments! It fuels me! This story isn't done yet, but updates may be slow. Thanks for reading!

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The hallway leading to the elevators was as still and silent as a grave, not a living soul in sight. Just the same, Uraraka decided to take the stairs. It was well past two in the morning, and she was just now leaving Bakugou's room. If she got caught sneaking around at this hour she'd have hell to pay.

She quickly made her way to the first floor so she could check and see if Midoriya had dropped her stuff off at their 'usual' spot.

She'd developed a bad habit of misplacing or forgetting personal items in the classroom. Midoriya had, simultaneously, developed a knack for finding them. Whenever he came across one of her things, and he wasn't able to give it to her in person, he'd leave it in the sitting area near the back elevators. Knowing full well she'd find it on her return to her room.

She had complete faith that he'd been the one to retrieve her bag from the classroom earlier in the evening. Unbeknownst to Midoriya, she hadn't left it behind at all. No, she'd just been 'occupied' in the supply closet with Bakugou.

When Midoria had taken her bag he couldn't possibibly have known he was stranding her. Her keys and phone were neatly tucked into the side pocket of her school bag. Whith out them she had no way to text for help, get back into the dorm or even get into her own room.

As a result, she'd been forced to take drastic measures. She'd gotten a bit creative and floated up to Bakugou's balcony in a desperate attempt to find refuge from the rain.

And thus, here she was. Forced to creep around the hallway at an un-godly hour while all of her classmates were fast asleep in the safety of their own rooms.

Well, maybe not forced.

Bakugo hadn't exactly pushed her out. He was aware of the situation. In fact, he'd wanted her to stay the rest of the night going as far as to say "It's to late now, you don't even know where your crap is. We can figure this shit out in the morning."

But, she couldn't. She just couldn't. Staying there the whole night, it was just... too much.

She had no intention of passing out on top of him like that in the first place! When she'd finally woken up, all snuggled up and warm on his chest, she was snapped into the reality of just how far things had come between them. This was far beyond hooking-up over a lost bet.

Bakugou had seemed painfully aware of the shift in her demeanor. Once she was fully awake she'd turned into a blushing, bumbling, awkward mess of unease. When he'd teased her about the fact that an accidental activation of her quirk had been the reason they'd woken up, she become even more embarrassed. She got out of there as fast as she could.

Uraraka silently exited the stairway on the ground floor, she checked the hall for any signs of life. Finding the way to be clear, she made her way to the table and chairs that sat in front of the back elevators.

As she rounded the corner, relief rushed over her. She could see her bag sitting on the floor, propped up against the leg of one of the chairs. Yes! She knew he'd leave it for her! Now she could get back to her room and get some sleep.