From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 16: Warmer

Bakugou had to half toss her into his room to get her through the door.
"No! It's warm in the bar! It's cold in here!"
He stood in the doorway, blocking her way from getting out.
"I'm not letting you humiliate yourself just cause you're a damn Lightweight!"
"I am not! Take that back!"

He leant down to her, coming face to face.
"Make me, round face"
She huffed and turned away from him, rubbing her arms over and over. He sighed and shut the door, snapping the lock shut. The last thing he needed was one of the others coming into his room out of nowhere. When he turned around again she was taking her shirt off, and struggling horribly.
"The fuck are you doing? You said you were cold!"
"Everyone knows that people warm up faster when they don't have any clothes on!"
He furrowed his brows.
"That makes no goddamn sense"
She ripped her shirt off finally with a triumphant hurrah and dropped it to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his socks. His head snapped up at the sound of a loud 'thump'.
She'd fallen on the bed trying to take off her shoes. His head tipped backwards with a frustrated groan.
He walked over to her and got on one knee, yanking her feet towards him so he could undo the laces on her shoes. By the time he pulled the first one off she was smiling down at him.
"What?"
"Look at you, taking care of me..."
"Yeah well, you're such a lightweight you probably won't remember it in the morning"
He yanked the other one off, letting it drop to the floor. She reached down and grabbed his right hand, bringing it up towards her. He narrowed his eyes.
With an expectant look she pressed his hand to her lower stomach, flattening it against her skin. He shrugged and shook his head after a few seconds.
"You want something from me?"
"Warm me up! I'm so cold"
He made a 'tch' sound but did as she said, letting a small amount of heat into his palm and fingers. A satisfied smile bloomed on her face and she tilted her head back.

He kept his hand flat against her as he trailed his touch up her stomach, and it came to caress the side of her rib cage. He gripped her gently, enjoying how soft her skin was.
Suddenly she fell backwards onto the bed and pulled him with her by gripping his collar. She pulled him on top of her, keeping him in place with her legs on his sides. She slipped her hands under the edge of his shirt and slid them upwards, her fingers running quickly over the muscles on his stomach and chest. He tilted his head.
"I don't think you'd be doing this if you were sober"
She giggled, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes.
"Of course I would. Why wouldn't I?"
"Because 'we're not together', and you've been flirting with deku all night"
She frowned.
"I have not. He's my friend"
He shook his head.
"That's not how he sees it"
She tugged his hips down on hers with her legs, making a low moan emit from his throat.
"He's my friend, but you're not"
He lowered himself slightly, coming closer to her face.
"If I'm not your friend, then what am I?"
"Labels are overrated"
"Then call me old fashioned"

She closed her eyes, letting her head rest fully against the mattress.
"You're too persistent"
He set his jaw and slipped his hand between them, gently running it down her inner thigh. She sucked in a breath and opened her eyes again, watching his as his hand continued its path. He heated her skin up, sending her hips squirming against his.
"Katsuki-"
She whispered, and cut herself off as he skipped over her thigh entirely and pressed his hand firmly straight to in between her legs, still keeping the heat up in his palm.
"Yes?"
"You- you're not being fair"
"That's how this works, Ochako. I won't be fair, not for a while..."
He leant down to her neck, nipping at her skin.
"What This label is, exactly, is up to you right now"
She gasped in breaths, her hands slipping from his chest to his back, gripping his skin under his shirt.
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Uraraka woke up to the feeling of a bad headache. She groaned lightly and opened her eyes, finding that she wasn't in her room. She sat up quickly and looked down at herself. She was in Bakugou's red shirt, but it was on backwards.

And he was next to her, in the bed. Except there was a barrier of pillows and blankets between them. She reached around it and shook his shoulder. He woke up after a few tries and looked at her tiredly.
"Something wrong?"
He said, and rubbed at one eye. She looked at the bed again before asking,
"What happened? Did we-"
"Have sex? No. We didn't"
"Then-"
"Last night I realised that you were actually too drunk to realise what you were doing so I told you to stop. Let's just say I had a hard time getting you to calm down"
And sat and crossed her legs on the bed, moving all the pillows out of the way. He sat up too but kept his legs spread in front of him. He was still in his jeans.
"I asked you to leave and sleep it off, but you like- tried to rape me"
A heavy blush rose to her cheeks.
"I did not"
"You did"
She took in what she was wearing, and the pillow wall.
"I had to button my shirt onto you backwards, because you couldn't figure out how to get it off"
"And you built a pillow fort around yourself to protect yourself from me?"
He nodded and yawned, a smile pulled at her. Before he could stop her she leaned in quickly and kissed his cheek.
"You're sweet, Katsuki"
"What? I am not!"
She smiled with her tongue between her teeth and sat back down.

He yawned and eyed her thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?"
She expected something sweet to come out of his mouth next. Something like 'you're pretty in the mornings' or, 'you're adorable, round face' but no. He didn't say those things. Instead he said,
"Your makeup is horrible, what did you do to yourself?"
She gasped and ran to the bathroom, to check what was wrong. But nothing was wrong. She didn't wear any makeup the night before...She scoffed and washed her face anyway.
"Izuku wouldn't say that! He'd be nice to me in the mornings!"
She heard Bakugou groan as he fell backwards onto the bed.
"Good for him,"
"You're horrible at flirting"
"Who said I was flirting with you?"
She mumbled something under her breath and went back into the bedroom, snatching her pants back up off the floor.
"Fine, I guess I'll just go back to my room then. Or maybe I'll stop by Izuku's door for at least a friendly smile"

She turned to put on her pants and leave, but stopped when she felt a pair of muscle-corded arms wrap around her waist from behind.
"Don't be like that, you know I'm just joking..."
She let her pants fall back to the floor as she turned around, staring down at him. He still had his arms around her, and his legs dangled off the side of the bed.
"You could at least be nice to me, Katsuki"
He set his jaw.
"It's not easy when you go and flirt around with that damn nerd all night and then turn around and pounce onto me like nothing happened"
"I didn't flirt with him! And besides, if I did it was because I'd been drinking."
"That's no excuse"
"Okay, you win. I'm a horrible person for dancing with one of my friends and then trying to flirt with you because I had alcohol"
He narrowed his red eyes.
"When you say it like that it's hard to stay mad at you"
She flicked his nose. He made a face.
"Okay, it's easier now"
She giggled and ran her hands through his spiky hair. He smiled lightly up at her, as if he wasn't aware he was smiling at all. His arms pulled her closer, and she leaned down towards him. She slanted her lips over his, and he let out a small breath of relief. As if he'd been holding it all this time for her to do this. One of her hands slid down to cup the back of his neck.