From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 17: Friends

Bakugou barley got a graze of her lips before a heavy knock pounded on the door. She jumped away, startled, and pulled his shirt down on her further. He flung his head back and groaned before getting up to go to the door.

He opened the door quickly, but only a little. He was met with a tired eyed Kirishima.
"What do you want?"
"I need your help"
"Why?"
"Because I've been drinking, and I have no idea how to read right now"
Bakugou slammed the door in his face. When he turned around Uraraka was sitting on the bed with curious eyes. He shrugged.
"I have to go and teach Kirishima how to read-"
As if he'd summoned the red haired idiot, there was a heavy thump on the other side of the door. Like Kirishima had flung himself against the door, and was now leaning against it hopelessly.
"Bakugouuu! I neeeed youu! I'm hungry I can't read what the waiter is saying!"
Bakugou's eyes half closed and fluttered before he grabbed a shirt and loose pants before waving to Uraraka and storming out the door to Kirishima. She heard him shout at his friend for having terrible timing before he doubtlessly dragged him downstairs. She looked around the room. She had to go back to her room, but she didn't know if she could.

She couldn't wear her clothes from last night and do the walk of shame, and she couldn't go like she was, in underwear and Bakugou's shirt on backwards. With a grumble she went through his bags. He wouldn't mind, surely. She was sure of it...god! She thought, why are his clothes all the same?!
All his pants were loose and his shirts were all tight. And she didn't even have her bra with her! She threw her head back with a sob before settling on a pair of his jeans and the loosest shirt she could find. It was that one shirt he'd had forever, black with a white skull on the chest.
She tried to tighten the waist band of his jeans as best she could, but they were still too big and sagged on her hips. Thankfully the shirt was better fitting, since he'd had it from when he was younger. It didn't hide her chest perfectly, but it was better than anything else he had. Even if it pulled tight across her chest...
She tied her hair back and had to wear her shoes from the night before, and then she made her escape.
She was halfway to her door before she ran head into Mina, clad in similar attire. They smiled understandingly at each other.
"Ochako oh my god! Did you and Bakugou-"
"Sleep in the same room? Yes, yes we did"
She hated how nervous she sounded, but she couldn't help it. She smiled politely but mischievously at her friend.
"So? What happened last night? I didn't see you leave with Kirishima last night but I do see you in his 'Crimson Riot' t-shirt"
Uraraka wiggled her eyebrows, but Mina sighed with defeat.
"No, I'm the same as you. We went back to his room but he was too drunk to try anything."
She giggled.
"He ended up falling onto me and passing out, I've still got a crick in my neck!"
They laughed together, and blushed madly when the rest of the girls came walking down the hallway towards them. They all smiled, but none except Tsuyu noticed what they were wearing. Jiro's hair stuck up in frizzed strands, and Uraraka didn't miss the fact that Tsuyu quickly plucked a small black feather from her hair and tossed it aside before greeting them.

They all began to push her towards the stairs that led downstairs to the breakfast that awaited. She protested, claiming she needed to change into her own clothes first quietly, but was ignored and brought with them anyway.
The breakfast being served downstairs was warm and delicious, and the girls all chatted excitedly while they ate.
"We're supposed to be going skiing today!"
Mina yelled, her arms in the air. They'd all downed hangover cures quickly before Aizawa could see. Uraraka had almost thrown up the raw several raw eggs, shivering at the taste and feeling of them sliding down into her stomach. Out of all of them, Momo had actually gotten the most wasted.
"Fucking shit faced"
As Bakugou said upon seeing her. She was leaning over the table, her elbows braced on the bench and her hands against her temples.
"What happened, Yaoyorozu? You were fine when we left the bar last night?"
Tsuyu said, leaning over with a concerned look.

Momo's mouth was slightly hanging open and her eyes were heavy, but she managed a response.
"Oh yes- I was fine, completely. But I got a little carried away as the night went on..."
she took a involuntary glance towards Shoto, who was across the room with Midoriya, he was sitting limply in his chair.
Shoto's legs dangled down and his arms were draped over the sides of the chair, his head hanging back. The mass of his hair was a ball of wild red and white strands. His eyes were closed, his mouth open. Midoriya went to hand his friend a glass of water, but shoto had been apparently on the verge of sleep. He hit the water away with a scowl at the interruption and massaged his head sorely, the water clattered to the ground.
Momo chuckled lowly and stared intently at her large breakfast.
Her hair was uncharacteristically down and hung around her shoulders and down her back, and she tried not to close her eyes.
She felt soft tug on her hair and looked over her shoulder, finding that Jiro was standing protectively in front of her.
"What..."
She began, but caught on quickly. Mineta was drooling so much his chin was drenched as he stared at her, and reached out a hand.
"Let meeee-"
"Momo, the band of your pants has been pulled down slightly from sitting down,"
Jiro said, and Momo blushed madly. She quickly stood up and yanked up her shorts, jumping away when Mineta dodged Jiro and ran towards her. He speedily climbed up her leg, slipping his midget hand up the side of her shirt. She was so embarrassed she couldn't move. He almost got to her chest.
But he was caught short.

Sero's tape wrapped around Mineta's ankles and pulled, hard, sending Mineta face down into the floor. He was dragged away quickly and sent skidding to Shoto. Mineta quivered as he stared up at the Todoroki, who glared back with the wrath of ice and fire. Sero smiled and went back to his bacon. Momo didn't see what happened next, a thick wall of ice surrounded Shoto and Mineta in an instant, blocking out all view and sound. But she had a feeling the purple headed perv was coming out of it with bruises.
She sat back down at the table and steadily ignored the intensive stares of all the girls.
The blush didn't vanish from her cheeks.