Stay With Me || Kacchako

2: Regrets

Uraraka was very fricking lucky she didn't scream when she woke up to see Bakugou's face right next to hers.

She was blinking sleep out of her eyes as a soft light crept through some nearby shutters - the kind that gently outlined all the books and pens on her desk when she'd grown acutely aware of how wonderfully warm her blankets were that morning. She stroked them lightly, noting the toasty heat radiating out of every slick surface. It had been the best sleep she'd gotten in a very long time - the kind where your head touches your pillow and you're transported into a dreamless world of exhaustion and deep, deep satisfaction. She savoured the touch of warm hands thrown around her back, leaning in as she-
Wait. Blankets didn't have hands.
And lo and behold, Uraraka finally realised what had should have been glaringly obvious to her from the moment she first woke up: someone was sleeping with her.

Being so close to his face - Bakugou's face -made her want to melt into a pitiful puddle on the floor. She could feel his rhythmic breaths stirring up the hair on the top of her head, her body folded into his like a puzzle piece. And the shitty thing about puzzle pieces? It was pretty difficult to untangle them when they were already stuck together.
Uraraka didn't know how on earth she'd gotten into this situation. Logical thoughts would not come with him so very close to her body, which - she glanced down at herself in horror - lacked a bra and/or underwear.
It's okay, he probably has his pants on at least, a little voice soothed from some deep, essential place in her head, managing to override the panic. No way did you go further than that.
As carefully as she could without moving her head too much (hers was tucked into the crook of his neck so any broad movements would've awoken him), Uraraka let her eyes travel past the decently toned abs, and all the way down to the location of the forbidden fruits, which she had expected to be covered.
And then she nearly started screaming all over again.

I'm a whore, she wept internally, too scared to make any actual noises with his ears so close to her mouth. Why, sweet Jesus, did you let me become a whore!?
It took every fibre of her sanity to not thwack the naked asshole across the face and sprint out of...wherever they were, completely stark naked. As long as it meant getting away from this disaster.
And how did it lead up to this? She couldn't remember while she remained in Godzilla's arms, so she had to get out.

Based on the gentle slant of dark lashes against his cheek, Bakugou was still asleep. Good. That meant there was a smaller chance of him remembering this eventful encounter. Uraraka took a few moments to try and figure out a plan through all the dramatic inner monologue and finally got to work, first cautiously pulling herself out of his grip and then sliding down his body to escape the little cage he'd set up around her with his arms. She actually felt herself brush against his no-no at one point and failed to repress a shudder.
How did something that big fit...in there?

At last she was free. Uraraka did a little victory dance, as if to say, stuff you Bakugou! before concentrating on finding her clothes.
Which were underneath him.
And they hadn't even screwed on a bed?!
Uraraka looked at the nicely cushioned couch and sighed. She suddenly knew where she was, and she knew how intimately acquainted she had become with that innocent-looking sofa since she'd started working there. In all honesty, it had seen much, much worse.

Eventually Uraraka gave up on fantasising about looking like she hadn't just crawled out of an alleyway when she realised her clothes - including her bra - were nice and secure underneath Bakugou's bare backside. So that left with without a) her clothing, b) most of her hair, which she'd chopped off the previous day, and c) her virginity.
With that last realisation, Uraraka put her head in her hands and fought back sudden tears.

How had everything gone so wrong in the span of one day? While she hadn't seen it happening in the foreseeable future, Deku was supposed to be the one who she gave herself to. Even with him leaving to the States, that dream hadn't changed for her. And that day in the park, she'd promised...
Her mind halted in its tracks before it could drag her any deeper. It didn't matter what she'd promised. He'd made it clear that he hadn't even listened in the first place.