A Shared Delusion || Kacchako

Chapter Fifteen: Grow

His heart starts beating faster with a mixture of rage and panic due to what has just happened. Uraraka takes a deep breath and walks past him back into homeroom. He's left standing there, staring angrily at the wall. The bell rings and he's brought out of the stupor. He forces himself to walk back to advisory and stands at the door, peering through the small window. Bakugou notices that she isn't with Midoriya anymore, but instead talking with Ashido again. Her face has a smile on it and she's giggling, but he can tell that she's suppressing her emotions. She has always been good at faking a smile. He walks in and goes to his seat. Aizawa enters shortly after and repeats their schedule for the rest if the day. The rest of the day goes on as normal, occasionally seeing each other in shared classes and across the room during lunch. The end of the day comes sooner than expected and everyone makes their way home. Uraraka's parents are stranded out of the country because Japan paused all international travel due to the storm, so she wouldn't be able to catch up with them any time soon. Bakugou is calmed down and just wants it all to be better. He knows that he was mostly to blame for how it all went and that he needs to make amends. He decides to go to Uraraka's house and apologize. Uraraka waits for her train on a bench under a bare cherry blossom tree. He really watches her for the first time. Yes, he had watched her fall asleep plenty of times back at his house (not in a creepy way), but this time she doesn't know that he's there. He sees the way she fiddles with her bangs and mumbles nonsense to herself. The sun hangs low, highlighting the red tones in her hair, and her athletic figure sits elegantly, swaying back and forth listening to music. Her train pulls up to the station and she gets in. After the very, veryyy long walk to Uraraka's studio apartment, Bakugou arrives exhausted. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know what number her apartment is.

"Fuck."

He kicks the ground in frustration and eventually comes to the conclusion that he is gonna have to knock on every door. The complex is quite large and just seeing the task in front of him makes him even more exhausted. After forty-five minutes of awkward interactions with confused people, he arrives at the door marked '237'. Bakugou knocks at the door and hears nothing. He knocks again... still nothing. He begins to make his way to the next door, but hears something crash and some muttering that could only belong to his short, auburn headed girl. "Ochako!" He says out loud.

"Katsuki?" He hears through the muffled door.

He walks back to the door and waits as the locks are undone. She opens it and is rushed with a rib crunching hug. He lifts her up in the air moves his head in for a kiss, but feels the soft pads of her fingertips instead. His eyes pop open and are met with the fiery brown ones of a pissed off Uraraka.

"Katsuki, put me down."

"Fuck no."

"Katsuki–"

"I'm not ever putting you down Ochako, so don't bother asking."

"Okay then, but I'm not going to kiss you."

"Why the hell not?"

"Are you stupid?! You basically called me a slut today you dick!"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You can't just keep saying sorry and then expect everything to be better! You hurt me!"

"I know."

"...Well is that it?!"

Uraraka widens her eyes and shakes her head at Bakugou at an attempt to get him to talk.

"...You're not a slut. You're not anything close. For christ sakes you always wear those thicc fucking tights. I'm so sorry I said that, I didn't mean it at all. I said it in the heat of the moment and I know–I know that that doesn't make it okay. We slept together because we... well at least I... well shit Ochako, all I know is that I've never cared about someone as much as I do you. This has all happened so fast and I don't want to say anything I regret, so just know... that I–I am in-like with you."