A Shared Delusion || Kacchako

Chapter Seven: New Threat

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"Whoa, why does Bakugou has a picture of us? Did he get it from a newspaper article?" I never saw that. But he doesn't have any other photos of the sports festival." A thought crosses her mind. "Could he... like me?... I mean he has been really nice to me recently, and calling me Angel-Face. But why would he like me? I mean, he's Bakugou and I'm Uraraka. He thinks I'm an obnoxious idiot." This thought gives Uraraka butterflies and she carefully places the photo back right where she found it. Uraraka tries some deep breathing in effort to calm the new redness in her face. She can't help but enjoy entertaining the idea of him liking her, and this annoys her. "UGH! But he's so mean and rude to everyone all the time! Why is this making me excited?! And besides, he probably doesn't even like me anyway, I bet I'm not his type. He probably likes tall, quiet, mean girls that dress provocatively. Ugh!" The thought of him with another girl makes her a little bit jealous, "Jeez Uraraka! Get a hold of yourself! Don't fall that stupid bad boy good girl trope." She lightly pats her cheeks repeatedly and opens the door to leave. Just as she does she hears Bakugou's familiar shout,

"Yo Pink-Cheeks! What's taking so damn long!?"

"Nothing, I'm coming!" She says as she runs down the stairs and skids to a halt in front of Bakugou sitting upright on the couch.

"Here," she says while tossing him the clothes. "You probably shouldn't move that much considering you want to keep your lungs, so is there somewhere I can go while you change her?"

"Uh–um, go into the kitchen and wait there until I tell you to come out." He points to the left and Uraraka quickly walks into the dimly lit cooking space. "I can't believe I have a girl in my house. This is so fucking weird. It shouldn't be weird though, it's Round-Face," Bakugou thinks as he changes. As soon as he has slipped on the black hoodie and plaid pajama pants he yells for Uraraka to come back into the room, "Alright, you can come out now." Uraraka emerges from the kitchen with another one of his hoodies on. And only his hoodie on. It is big enough on her that it goes just above the knee, but still.

"Jesus Uraraka." He mumbles under breath and as he does, he feels his pants get tight again. "Shit, again?!" He thinks to himself and his face reflects the panic he feels.

"What!?" She shouts.

"N–nothing, nothing. Just thought you would've maybe chosen to wear pants?"

Uraraka's face reddens immediately and she opens her mouth to defend herself, but Bakugou cuts in before she can speak.

"I'm just messing with you Round-Face." She puffs out her cheeks and scowls at him."Hah! I've never seen you do that, it's so ugly!"

"Ey! This is what your face looks like all the time McSplodey!"

"Yeah but I do it wayyy better than you. You're too pretty, it doesn't look right."

Both of their eyes widen as they process what Bakugou had just said. There's an awkward moment between the two, but before it becomes unbearable Uraraka glances to her top left and sees a T.V. hanging over a fireplace.

"We should um, turn on the T.V. for the news."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the whole natural disaster thing." He says looking down.

"Hah me too," she laughs nervously.

The awkwardness in the room is tangible. Uraraka clumsily heads over to the T.V. She reaches for the remote, which is placed on the unusually high fireplace mantle and can't quite reach it. She unsuccessfully tries standing on her tiptoes and even hopping up and down, but to no avail. Right as she's considering asking Bakugou or even using her quirk to quickly make herself float to reach it, she feels him creep up behind her. His heat instantly warms her body. Her ears pin back and a tingling sensation slowly makes it way through her entire body. She feels the pressure of his chest against her head and the weight of his hips pressed against her backside. She swallows, and with her eyes half-closed, she says slowly, "... Can you... please... help me with... the... remote? Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a muscular arm grasp the remote and bring it down beside the two of them. He hands her the remote from behind her and their hands touch. Neither of them let go. Instinctively, she hesitantly pushes back into his hips and is rewarded with a soft moan. Uraraka's eyes close and he moves his head down and nuzzles the top of her head. His hand grazes the soft skin of her thigh, moving up slowly. She tenses at this form of touch and clenches her hands. Managing to press the 'On' button, and the T.V. turns on, which wakes them both up from their absorption. Bakugou clears his throat and walks back over to the couch. Uraraka is left standing staring at the mantle, "What in the world just happened?! What do I do now?!" She lets out a breath and slowly turns around and looks at Bakugou. He's sitting on the far end of the couch, staring at the T.V. Seeing his concerned expression, Uraraka cranes her head to see footage of a reporter in a helicopter talking about the recent events, "incredible damage has already occurred and the end to this madness is nowhere in sight...for some reason, no earthquake transmissions were picked up... there were no warning signs... possibly man-made... villains... please, everyone go as far inland as you can...the tsunami waves are not going to stop..."

        Hey guys! I had a pretty fun time writing this one and I'm feeling really excited about the plot. Seeing the reads/votes/comments makes me so happy 😋 I hope ya'll are having a good week. See you next time! 💕