From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 8: Blood

This is what the characters are supposed to look like 🔝
Ps, I don't know who the artist is but they're goddamn amazing i love this version of bnha

When Bakugou didn't react she took hold of his waist band and yanked down. He yelped and held one side up.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"Be a man and drop your pants!"

Sometimes he forgot how head-strong she could be. He wished she'd never been trained by gun-head in the first place. Swallowing his embarrassment he dropped the waist band of his pants and let her push them down.
God, he thought. If mom ever saw me like this...never ending shit.
She gasped and covered her mouth when she saw what he'd been trying to hide. A thin metal spike shot through the muscle of his left thigh, it'd gone through him when he'd pushed her away from the most dangerous debree. Now his thigh was covered with dried blood and his skin was inflamed, red and angry.
"Close your eyes..."
She said quietly, and he was about to protest when she shot him a stern look. Clenching his jaw he did as she said and set his head against the wall.
"On three,"
She said, and he nodded.
"One, t-"
She gripped it and yanked as hard and quick as she could, successfully prying the spike from his leg. He groaned loudly, though it mostly sounded like a half scream. His eyes flung wide and he bit his tongue. She dropped the bloodied metal spike to the ground and ripped off the bottom half of her shirt, wrapping his leg carefully and tying it in a small knot.
As soon as she stood up he hastily pulled back up his pants and eyed her carefully.
"What?"

She said, and he shook his head.
"Nothing. Come on, let's go"
He went to keep walking, but she stopped him by grabbing his arm. He turned to look at her.
"You can't walk by yourself!"
"Of course I can, watch me"
"No, I refuse. Here, give me your arm"
A crooked grin spread wide over his face.
"You're serious?"
"Of course I am"
He pointed a look at her.
"I'm not letting you do a half-Ass job in carrying me"
"Why not?"
"Because you're a damn garden gnome compared to me!"
She crossed her arms and tilted her hips. Now her hips the the lower half of her stomach were bare, and it took a considerable amount of will to stop his eyes from wondering. He tried to hold his ground, but something inside him found her 'angry mode' too cute to stand against.
"Either you let me help, or I'm telling Kirishima about your leg"
He grimaced. Honestly, he couldn't imagine what Kirishima would to do him. So after a moment of silence he grumbled and slung a muscled arm around her shoulders. She helped carry some of his weight as they walked down hall after hall, climbed different stair cases. He finally agreed to stop when they came across an electrical board. He pried it open and studied the intricate wires carefully.
"You know..."
She said after a while, but he didn't look at her.
"I know what?"
"Are we going to talk about what happened?"

He scratched at his blonde hair thoughtfully as he toyed with a thin wire, crossing it with another fat one.
"I thought as far as you were concerned, jack-shit happened"
"That's what you said"
"You didn't fuckin' disagree"
"And? What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, Katsuki, please be my boyfriend again. I can't stand to be without you, just kiss me'"
He cut her a glance from the side and focused back on the wire board. She ground her teeth at that, how dare he ignore her! She shoved his shoulder with one hand, and in a quick movement he stood up straight and faced her with a
Dark and low laugh, like he was trying to control his anger. He pointed at her, went to say something, and decided against it last minute. He pressed his palm against the board and set off a tiny explosion, only to be shot back with a small electrical shock.
"Jesus Christ, what a shitty backfire, it's a miracle I manage to actually destroy anything"
"Oh, I don't know. You managed to ruin pretty much everything today. The heroes, the villains, the lines in between them"
"Thank you, I appreciate it Ochako. I know you were suckin' the praise out of Deku's ego all day so the fact that I was right about him must be pretty hard to admit"
"Yeah, it is. You know why katsuki? Because when you're an asshole, it doesn't matter how right you are, no one wants to give you the satisfaction"
"I know. Everyone wants people they like to be right. That's why popular people are fucking dumb. And why your pretentious, poorly written, high-budget friends back there can eat a double-decker shit sandwich"
"Holy- you're jealous!"
"Hate to break it to ya Ochako, but compared to your loser dickhead extras I'm fucking gold"
"Then why bother with me? Hm? If all of my friends are so low-class why even look at me twice?"
"Tch,"

He said, dismissing her, and she saw red.
"Ignoring me now?"
"You're not worth the time right now Ochako, I have other things to deal with."
Rage unfurled inside her chest like an angry red flower. So intense she couldn't think around it.
So, without thinking, she grabbed his bad leg and pulled, causing him to slip and land on his side. He made a strangled noise of pain, but it was cut off as she straddled him and pinned his arms at his sides with her legs and held his shoulders down.
"You crazy bit-"
"Take it back"
She said, almost desperately. He saw the anger in her eyes, and something else swimming underneath that. Something sad and hurt and broken.
"What-"
"Take. It. Back"
Normally, she wouldn't have been so mad. But after everything that had happened her mind had been whirling and she couldn't handle much more. When he'd broken up with her, the last thing he'd said was that she wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth putting the effort in, wasn't enough. She pushed and pushed his shoulders down, needing to pin him somewhere just to have a decent conversation. Her arms trembled and her voice shook with her every next word,
"Why are we like this? You- you make me so angry, and so sad. I look at you and I can't stand it. Why did you have to do it? Why? I didn't do anything! It wasn't my fault! My hero rose in popularity because I was your partner, and you couldn't stand it."

He didn't say anything, he couldn't. Not as tears spilled down her cheeks slowly and landed on his face. And she clenched her eyes shut, her legs tightening at his sides.
"You hate me for it, don't you? For pushing you? For calling you out? You're so insecure Katsuki, but I never held it against you. Never."
He stared up at her with a sad expression, because she didn't know. She didn't know how many times he'd lain in bed staring at his phone, thinking over whether to call her and work it all out. The guilt that had eaten away at him, because he knew he was wrong, he knew he'd hurt her. He just didn't think she'd ever even touch him again. So he never tried. He swallowed and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry"
He rasped, his throat suddenly dry.
"I'm sorry"
He said again, and she shook her head once.
"You're a bastard, Katsuki Bakugou. A bastard. You didn't even call, not once"
"I didn't think you'd pick up"
"You could've tried"
"Well I didn't"

He said, and she opened her eyes.
"I didn't, and I can't change that now. I don't apologise, to anyone, you know that, but I just did to you. Now what does that tell you? That I don't care? That I don't regret it? Open your eyes, Ochako, I've always cared"
Her lashes stuck together in spikes as she looked down at him and she sighed with shaky breath.
"You're anti-apologetic, but I think this is the best that I'm going to get"
"I'm anti-everything. Everything but you, apparently"
She laughed, and another tear slipped out. He freed his arms from her grip and pulled her against him, wrapping him arms tightly around her small frame. She snaked her own arms around his neck and rested there, her forehead against his. His spiky hair tickled her cheekbones. He laughed in a low voice suddenly.
"You should hear my mom. Man, she goes off about you"
Ochako frowned.
"I thought she liked me before"
"She did, That's the problem. She screams at me like everyday about ruining a good thing. She said I lost the only acceptable girl who could tolerate me"
She hummed and pressed further into him, closing her eyes. When he closed his she felt his lashes brush her skin delicately.
"We'll see who lost who, Katsuki"
He groaned and tightened his arms around her.
"I want to stay here, like this, but the floor's hurting my back"
She giggled lightly against him. He grinned at the feeling flooding through him.