A Shared Delusion || Kacchako

Chapter Eight: Wrong

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"Bakugou..." Uraraka says softly as, she turns around. "I'm scared."

He looks down from the T.V. to her face. He doesn't say anything for a while, but only motions for her to come sit beside him, and she does just that. They both sit there awkwardly, not close enough to touch, watching footage of the tsunami creep further and further up. Then suddenly, the lights go out. Darkness. Bakugou flinches and Uraraka pushes herself closer to him and whimpers.

"Shit," Bakugou says. "The storm must've have blown it out."

He gets up and stumbles over toward the kitchen and retrieves two flashlights. He starts to walk back over to Uraraka but stubs his toe on a corner. "FUCK! SHIT! BITCH!"

Uraraka giggles, "Are you okay?"

"NO! THIS IS LIKE THE FIFTH TIME THIS FUCKING WEEK! UGH!" The pain fades and he walks back to Uraraka. He hands her one of the flashlights and they both turn theirs on. After fiddling with the buttons, Uraraka hears something crackle and sees a bright light shoot from Bakugou's palm into the fireplace. A beautiful combination of orange, yellow, white, and blue swarm the firewood.

"Whoa!" Uraraka says in astonishment. Bakugou smirks.

"It's a new technique I've been working on. Instead of just creating explosions, I can now launch average sized ones in a specific direction. I just have to time when they are going to blow correctly or...ya know."

"Don't you think the inside of your house is a dangerous place to practice that?! I don't want to be blown into pieces!"

"Relax Pink-Cheeks, I do this all the time."

"It doesn't matter!"

"Okay, okay. I won't do it anymore."

"Thank you." A few seconds of silence go by before Bakugou speaks again, "We should probably get some candles going as well." Uraraka shakes her head in agreement. "I'll go get them," he gets up and crosses over into the kitchen. He manages to collect seven candles and walks back into the entrance of the living room.

"Uraraka?" He looks around, but she is nowhere in sight. "Uraraka where are you?!" He drops the candles and runs frantically around the living room. "Uraraka!" He hears soft giggling. And then looks up.

"URARAKA WHAT THE FUCK?"

"HAHAHAHAHA. The look on your face!" She starts to float downward and drops right in front of him.

"Don't do that ever again!" He says as he marches back to pick up the candles he had dropped.

"Aww come on Bakugou, it was a joke! It's a new trick I have been working on! I can control how much gravity is concentrated on me and I can move up and down in the air, kinda like a hot air balloon." There's only silence as she stares at the back of his head. "Bakugouuuuu. Bakugou. Bakugou. Bakugou." She moves over behind him and stands on her tip toe. She rests her head on his shoulder. "Bakugou!" She whisper-yells into his ear.

"What?!"

"Hi." Bakugou turns his head and lets out a sigh of annoyance.

"Hi back," he says. Their noses are a few centimeters apart and he can feel her light breath hit his lips. The urge to bridge the gap between them is overwhelming. Uraraka is the first to make a move. She pulls away. At this, Bakugou feels the sting of rejection and tries to hide his disappointment by walking over and setting up the candles on the coffee table. Seeing his disappointment, she slowly makes her way closer to him.

"Bakug–" BOOM! A clap of thunder sounds and Uraraka jumps onto the couch and buries herself in the cushions

"Relax Angel-Face it's just thunder." She groans in response.

"I know! I hate it!" The sounds of her protest are muffled under the pillows.

"Uraraka, how in the world are you suppose to become a pro-hero when you're scared of your own shadow?"

She lifts her head out from under a brown throw pillow, "I am not scared of my own shadow!"

"I aM nOt ScArEd Of My OwN sHaDoW."

"Hey! I am not!"

"Mm-hm." Bakugou rolls his eyes and sits back down.

"Okay McSplodey, let's go back to a minute ago when you were desperately calling out my name. You even dropped the candles! I would say that that's pretty soft of you."

"...That was different."

"How so?" she asks matter of factly. He doesn't answer and continues setting the candles up; lighting each wick with just a touch of his finger. Uraraka is taken aback at how elegantly he has learned to use his quirk. She usually just sees him violently obliterating everything. "...That's very beautiful."

"Thanks," he says with no sarcasm behind his voice. "We should probably go to sleep soon."

"I..." Uraraka begins and Bakugou looks up and raises his eyebrows. "I don't want to."

"I mean that I'm... I'm really scared. I don't know what's happening, and my parents must be worried sick. There's no way I can contact them and I–I..." Uraraka starts to break down and Bakugou moves over and embraces her.

"The tsunami won't get to us, we're too high up. And you're parents know nothing as silly as a storm can take Angel-Face down."

"I don't want them to come looking for me and get hurt. You heard what the news said, it doesn't seem like the storm is going to stop. And they said that maybe... villains are responsible. Why would they want to do this? There's no point."

"...Where are your parents?"

"They're on vacation out of the country visiting extended family. I hope they don't even find out about it."

"Who knows, maybe they won't. If these villains really want to destroy Japan, they'll probably cut off all communications." Uraraka looks up at him with fear in her eyes. "Sorry."

"Are you not scared at all?"

"Don't get me wrong, I am worried, but I just know that... we're gonna be okay.

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