Cussed (Kacchako)

THREE

Artwork: https://www.deviantart.com/hikarinohime1/art/Cover-Bakugo-y-Kirishima-728889521

The beer Uraraka had given Katsuki-and the other two he went back to grab after she had left-hadn't removed the anger and frustration, but it had blunted it enough that he had been able to get to sleep. He had been right though, a run would have been better. He slowed as he reached the grounds that led to the dorm and started to catch his breath. Morning runs were always the best, though this one had started earlier than normal. Uraraka had said that there was a meeting this morning, but of course the mouse hadn't mentioned anything to him the other night. He had no idea when it started, so he started ridiculously early just to be sure. The sun was rising off to the east, so he figured it was around 6:15 or so. It would give him enough time to take a quick shower and get dressed. He grimaced. What the fuck was he even supposed to wear?

He took a cold shower, he needed to be alert, not relaxed. He stepped out of his private bathroom toweling off his hair.

"Dear god, Bakugo, put on some damn pants! There's nothing manly about your bare ass!"

Katsuki just glared at his red headed friend and continued drying his hair. He had absolutely no doubts when it came to his physique and wasn't ashamed by it. "What are you doing here, eh?" he demanded, walking over to his dresser to pull out some clothes.

Kirishima threw a bag at his back. It bounced off his shoulders and fell to the floor. Glowering at the other man, Katsuki grabbed the bag and opened it. The asshat just couldn't be helpful in a normal way. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?"

"A suit. I figured you didn't have one."

"I have clothes you red headed bastard."

"Uh huh," was all Kirishima said as he dropped backwards into the chair by the desk, then he added, "You wore your fucking hero costume to my reception, shithead. I'm pretty sure you don't have anything appropriate in that dresser."

"Tsch...It's just a stupid meeting. I'd have time to go buy something before classes start."

"Oh, believe me, I fully intend to drag you out and get you some properly fitted manly suits, but this will do today." Kirishima paused, then continued more seriously, "Not everyone is happy about you being appointed here."

"No shit, I'm one of them," Katsuki spat out.

"I'm serious, Bakugo. You need to make a good impression. Chief Konokuchi has friends here, and they share his view."

"Like I fucking care." Katsuki pulled up and fastened the slacks that had been folded in the bag. They were a dark grey that was almost black and they fit perfectly. He pulled on a black undershirt and then pulled a folded a burgandy buttoned-down collared shirt out of the bag. It too fit perfectly. He gave his friend the side eye, "Why the fuck do you know what size clothes I wear?"

"Because those were the clothes you were supposed to wear to the reception. They fit because you were fitted for them, asshole." Kirishima frowned as Katsuki tossed the bag on top of the dresser. "There's a tie in there."

"I'm not wearing a fucking tie," he said absent mindedly as he tucked the shirt in and put on the belt. He felt ridiculous. No one could move comfortably in something like this. The shit was probably flammable too.

"Oh, Mina told me something the other night, apparently Uraraka is going to be a teacher here as well, you remember her, right?"

Katsuki grimaced and opened his mouth to respond but there was a knock at the main door to his suite. Kirishima turned around in the chair, surprised. "Did they send someone for you, or is there another instructor in the dorm?"

"Something like that," Katsuki growled as the knock sounded again, louder this time. "Get your ass up, I guess it's time for the meeting. Get out of here, I'm sure I remember the grounds." Kirishima frowned at him and looked like he was about to say something but was interrupted.

"Bakugo-san? We have that meeting. Are you awake?" Katsuki didn't say anything when Kirishima's eyes rounded, he just glowered. The knock sounded a third time. "Bakugo-san? Are you hung over? I saw that more of the beers were missing. Bakugo-"

"I'm fucking awake!" he yelled, stomping into his living room and throwing open the door. Uraraka let out another 'eep' and jumped back, which was mildly impressive. She wore a light grey pantsuit with a light blue shirt of some kind, and heels that were plainly ridiculous for anyone in hero work. There was no way she could run in those ridiculous things, they looked to be at least four inches. The fact that she had hopped back was a small miracle in itself. It did make her a bit taller though. Last night she looked like she was just two or three inches past five feet. He easily had seven or eight inches on her the night before, but now her eyes were shoulder level. "What are you doing here?"

The petite woman rolled her eyes at him, her mouth pulling to the side to say something pleasantly sarcastic, he was sure, but her eyes caught on something behind and her face bloomed into a smile. "Eijiro-chan!" She pushed past Katsuki and trotted in his room to jump into that red-headed shithead's arms.

Kirishima laughed and spun the small woman. "Ochako-chan! It's been too long. Mina's been complaining that you haven't had time for her!"

Uraraka giggled as he set her down. "Things have been crazy!" She sobered a bit, "You know, with everything that's happened..." Kirishima frowned at her, but before he could say anything she smiled again, "I should have time this weekend! I'm sure we can set up a dinner date or something, I miss the both of you too."

This time Kirishima's eyes slid to Katsuki before he grinned. "Some okonomiyaki would be nice. Bakugo could come to round out the group so you wouldn't feel like a third wheel."

"Get the fuck out, we've got some place to be." Katsuki growled, walking out of the room leaving the two idiots in the room.

What the fuck was Kirishima thinking? He had avoided Uraraka since being back in Japan because he was avoiding that damn Deku. They had made an unsteady truce in high school after All Might had been forced into retirement and the truth behind One For All had been revealed. Things had gotten...rocky since he came back a few years ago. There had been some words shared a few times, that fucking nerd had come down on the same side of that penny-pinching bastard the first time he and Katsuki had clashed. The hypocrisy had been too much, Deku easily caused just as much damage in his work, One for All wasn't exactly a dainty quirk. Getting lectured by that man had just set him off and there had been tension since.

And Uraraka meant Deku. It always did, they had been glued to the hip since starting at U.A. Honestly, he was surprised she was even here, and not being all lovey-dovey with him at that agency he shared with Ida. Hadn't he heard that she was working there recently? Why the fuck was she even here?

"Bakugo-san! Wait!"

He knew it, you couldn't move quickly in such ridiculous shoes. Why she would even consider wearing something like-

Uraraka clipped his shoulder with her knees as she flew past him, causing him to stumble. She released her quirk, timing it so she landed daintily a few steps in front of him. "What's wrong with you?" She demanded. "You don't even know where you're supposed to be going, we need to go the other way."

Katsuki tsked and spun around, walking in the other direction. Apparently she had gotten even better fine control than she had by graduation. He heard heels click behind him, and a muttered, "stubborn oaf." He snorted. She was still painfully polite, but some of the snark she would show occasionally in school seemed closer to the surface now that she was older.

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad if they were working together.