Stay With Me || Kacchako

4: Hostilities

By the time Bakugou had arrived at the small alleyway behind the UA dorms, Uraraka was already waiting. She looked cute today, he thought offhandedly, sporting a little pink sweater over a pair of worn-down jeans. It appeared she was slowly reverting to her original style in spite of the dark brown hair clashing with a lot of her old looks.
Bakugou frowned. Not that it mattered, what she did with herself.
It didn't matter at all.

She looked up as he approached, brown eyes sliding through an array of emotions at the sight of him - shame, anger, embarrassment, denial. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, yet on her face it sent a funny twist through his stomach - which he ignored. It seems he'd been ignoring a lot when it came to Uraraka lately.
"I came," Uraraka noted, giving him a scathing look that spoke volumes more than her words. "As promised."
"Oh, I didn't doubt you would," was his only reply. "Blackmailing is more effective than most people give it credit for, especially when it comes to hiding infidelity from crushes."
Her face tightened in anger, and he knew he'd hit a soft point. Bakugou continued before she could bark out a retort.
"I've made plans for tonight. My motorcycle's parked out back, so we just have to scale the fence and then we can be on our way. Yeah?"
"Like hell we can!" Uraraka hissed, loud enough that Bakugou wanted to tell her to shut up before she woke someone up. "First blackmail, and now you're kidnapping me? What the hell is wrong with you, Bakugou?"
"It's only kidnapping if you come involuntarily," he muttered tersely. "Which you aren't, so that isn't the case."
"Sounds like an excuse to me," she growled out. "Plus, I don't even know where we're going, or how late we're gonna be out. I'm pretty sure your curfew's the same time as mine."
An involuntary grin slid onto Bakugou's face. He couldn't help himself - her intimidation factor was zero to none, especially when she stood on the tips of her toes in an attempt to rival with the full head and a half he had on her. He waited until she rose up again before leaning forward, making sure their faces were mere inches apart as he spoke his next words.
"I'm flexible, Angel Face," he whispered, gleefully watching as the fight drained out of her dark red cheeks. "And I know you are too."

He pulled away before she could go any pinker. As she spluttered out insults under her breath and searched for a witty response, Bakugou made sure he had everything he needed for the evening in his pockets. Keys? Check. Extra cash? Check. Phone? Always. A couple messages popped up as he watched, one stringing in after the other like a line of idiots following each other in the dark.

Shitty Hair: Yo, Baks, where u at? You're missing out.
Pikachu: Hurry up, I'm bout to blow this joint - we have very little time to get this place ready before more ppl start showing up
Tape Man: Haha joint
Pikachu: I'm gonna be pissed if you're late, Bakubro
Acid Brains: i'M gOnnA Be pIsSed iF yOU'rE lAte
Pikachu: Eff off Mina you're not here yet either
Shitty Hair: And who's your plus one? Do we know them?
Bakugou didn't even bother answering. Too many questions that didn't deserve a response.

"Do you even have your license?" Uraraka finally strung out, making Bakugou want to throw his phone upon hearing another query. "And since when did you have a bike?" Her voice took on a critical, suspicious tone. "Did you steal it?"
"Oh my fucking god, do you always have to know everything about someone before you even give them a chance?" He turned on her, barely managing to keep his voice at normal level he was so angry. "You can't be prepared for everything life throws at you by classifying people into little, perfect boxes with perfect limits." He jabbed a finger at his chest. "Take me for example. Sure, it's easy enough to call me the villain who steals and breaks and lies. Sure, Midoriya's the hero who rescues his darling princess. But that's not real life, Uraraka. He's not coming for you. Can you see that?"

She stared at him, big doe eyes pained. Bakugou wanted to take back the words immediately, but he knew he couldn't - not when they had cut so unexpectedly deep. As Uraraka pulled down her sweater against the cool night air, he thought back to what Kirishima had showed him Monday morning - the catalyst of her impulsive decision all those nights ago.