From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 5: Chance

(EE don't read if you're uncomfortable with certain steamy scenes- by that I mean those steamy scenes)

Bakugou's head was killing him. It was like he'd smashed it against the floor and then sat through one of Iida's lectures. He hummed quietly and shifted his head on the floor.
His eyes shot open when he realised his face was not where it was supposed to be. He tried to keep still and opened his eyes, fearing the worst.
He was on top of uraraka, his face buried in her chest, his arms around her waist. Her legs were at his sides and held him firm, her arms draped over his back. He couldn't see her face but she was still asleep. He could feel his heart pounding as he took in the fact that neither of them had their clothes on. They were laying atop their suits.
"Shit..."

He mumbled, and she giggled in her sleep at the vibration from his throat. He clenched his eyes shut as a blush rose heavy on his cheeks.
What the hell happened last night?!

(The previous night)
They sat at least three metres away from each other. Equally grumpy and equally brooding. He'd melted the lock again and had planted his ass in the middle of the room. Uraraka had called him childish and found that her face was heading towards the carpet three seconds later.

Now she sat with her arms crossed, legs bent, and a red mark on her forehead glaring at Bakugou. He stared back at her boredly. But they both shot up when something in the roof sounded and a greyish gas began to leak into the room. That same annoying voice echoed into the space with them.
"I think it's time you loosen up, don't you? Enjoy your night..."
They held their arms over their mouths as the gas spread and filled the room. It swirled for a little evaporated, leaving the room as clear as it was before. They stood up straight and looked around in confusion.
"Fuckin' bastards.."

Bakugou sneered, and looked down at his hands. He blinked a few times as his vision swayed and doubled. But it soon cleared up as he gazed over at Uraraka, staring out at her hands in curiosity.
-Need To Know Info- the gas released was an intoxicant. It nullifies all rational thought and brings up the desires from deep inside the subjects mind.
And right now, the thoughts swirling under Bakugou's skin probably weren't the best ideas.

He thought he might stumble, but his feat were steady and sure as he walked across the room to her.
"Ochako"
He said, and she looked up with heavy lidded eyes. And scoffed.
"What do you want?"
"To be forgiven"
She creased her brows in confusion and looked up at him.
"Huh?"
Without warning he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, resting his face into the crook of her neck.
"I didn't mean it. I was just- angry. Angry you used my insecurities against me. But I'm over it"
She groaned and leaned against him. Realising he was talking about when they broke up a year before.
"That's just it, katsuki. You're not over it. You never will be. You're too pent up about it...too insecure about being on top and better than everyone"
He groaned against her neck.
"That's not true. I'm more secure than you think, you know. I swear I am"
"How can I trust your word? You get angry over the smallest things, you blow up, you're just- difficult"
A pain spread in the middle of his chest.
"Difficult?...What if I wasn't?"
"Huh?"
"What if I was behaved? Less angry?"
She giggled against his chest.
"The day you aren't angry is the day I grow tall"
He ran his hands up the groove of her spine.
"Come on, Ochako, give it a chance"

Somewhere in the back of his head a voice was screaming in embarrassment. But his head was clouded and felt carefree. His teeth nipped at her neck and he pulled back to look at her. A vibrant blush was on her cheeks and her eyes were heavy. He leant down and pressed his forehead against hers, slightly swaying. One of his hands ran up her side and cupped her neck, his thumb resting on her lips. She went to answer, but before she could say no he tugged down her bottom lip and kissed her. His tongue swept in and massaged hers lazily, memorising the taste of her. A small sound escaped her at the sensation and the kiss grew more heated.

They were a mix of teeth and tongue and roaming hands. Pressing hard into each other, a year's worth of missing and yearning and re-thought 'I miss you' texts were thrown into the kiss. He quickly shucked off his shirt and tossed it behind him, his hands shooting back to her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as she jumped and slung her arms around his shoulders.
His fingers tightened on the material of her suit and he tightened his arms around her. Soft gasps escaped her as his fingers slipped under the undone zip on her back. He peeled it down her shoulders and she pulled her arms out. His legs gave out at the feeling of her chest pressing against his and he fell on his back with a groan. She kept him pinned to the floor with her hands on his chest, his hands greedily gripped her thighs as he rose and took her mouth again.
She tugged on his hair and smiled against his mouth when he moaned at the small pain. He yanked down her suit to her thighs and gripped her fiercely, pulling her against him. Her skin was softer than he remembered, and she fit against him perfectly.

She slightly rose off of him and took hold of the fly on his pants. They kissed hungrily as her hands worked until she'd finished and lowered herself again. He had her mouth memorised by now, and could easily make her mewl with the right swipe. She bit onto her lip as she lowered herself completely and leaned against him for support. The inside of the bottom of her stomach felt stretched and full, her lungs fighting for deeper breaths. His whole body tensed at the sensation and he buried his face completely into her neck. His eyes closed and he drew in heavy breaths. Her fingers threaded into his hair tightly.
"You haven't been with anyone else since me, have you?"
He murmured, and smirked when he felt her shake her head.
"Good girl"
He kissed her neck as she began to move on him, and said his name like a prayer.

(Back to present)
Bakugou quickly pulled himself off her and snatched his pants from under her back. She mumbled something he didn't understand and rolled onto her side. He panicked and yanked on his pants, then grabbed his shirt and threw it on her.
His entire body flooded with heat and he thought he might be sweating.
"Ochako"

He said quickly, half hoping she didn't hear him. She raised her eyebrows as if hearing him but not wanting to wake up.
"Ochako, wake up"
"What, katsuki?"
She complained and hid her face from the dull light coming through the windows. It was morning, they'd completely slept through the night.
He scratched the back of his head and looked away from her as she lay on the floor.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"What? Of course I..."
She trailed off as she thought, and suddenly snapped her eyes open. She squealed and sat up, quickly yanking on his shirt and rocketing to her feet. Luckily, the shirt was too big for her and hid everything from sight. His hands shoved into his pockets and he looked up at her through his lashes. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"You...I...I can't- how did this happen?!"
"The gas"
He said.
"Something in the gas had a role in it"
She ran a hand down her face.
"Oh god...Ochako, you're so stupid!"
Had the circumstances been different he would've laughed.
"Ah, I've got a headache"

She said, and he nodded.
"So do I. I think it's some sort of aftershock"
She pouted and pressed her thighs together like she was in pain.
"How did I let this happen again?"
He narrowed his eyes at her.
"It's not like it was damn torture"
"It's not for you! For me it's a different story!"
He scoffed.
"Don't make me sound so horrible"
He turned his head away and scowled. She realised what she'd said before and mentally smacked herself. His ego was so sensitive.
"I- katsuki, I didn't mean it like that"
"Then how did you mean it?"
"I meant it like, if people found out I would just be the girl that came running back to you, I wouldn't be just me"
He cocked a brow.
"And I would?"
Her arms slacked at her sides.
"I don't know"
She said, defeated. He shrugged with tense shoulders.
"Then forget it"
He said, sounding flat.
"Then- what now?"
He scanned the room, the red in his eyes brightening.
"I think it's time we get out of here. I'm sick of being some goddamn doll for some asshole to play with"
She was confused before he pressed his palm to the floor, and it began to heat.