Stay With Me || Kacchako

7: Obscurities

Bakugou woke up on someone else's floor.
While he was not a stranger to gaining consciousness in an abode that was definitely not his room, he was more acquainted with their beds, not their cold wooden flooring. He rolled around and groaned as his back clicked. He was tangled in the sheets, his legs and toes chilled from hanging out the bottom while the rest of his body sweated under the thick covers. Bakugou threw them off him with a sigh.
The things he did for Uraraka.
Uraraka.

He stood up slowly, looking around the cluttered room for any sign of the brunette. Amongst the piles of unfinished homework and dirty clothes, there was no sight of her - only a faint smell of the perfume she wore to class every day.
Bakugou gritted his teeth, feeling annoyance sweep through him. Had she actually just abandoned him in her disaster of a room? He wasn't her maid, if that's was what she was angling for. He'd rather die than touch half of this shit that had seemingly grown into the very walls. Bakugou deigned to glance at a dirty, unreturned plate from the common room and hissed when he saw mould on it.
Emotionally unstable or not, this place was unacceptable.
"Round face!" He barked, whipping his head around. "This place is disgusting! Clean up your shit before it infects some other clean room!"
There was a sharp rap on the wall, and Bakugou suddenly remembered that it was, in fact, a communal building.
And he was not, in fact, in his own room.
"Ochako!" Someone gasped on the other side of the wall. Their words were muffled, but still concise. "That was quick! Already moving on from your beloved broccoli, eh?"

Bakugou turned away, biting his lip in an attempt not to snarl at whoever dared to say such a thing through a thin fucking wall. These girls had some nerve, teasing Uraraka about this so soon after the incident. Still, it was none of his business - well, she'd at least affirmed it was none of his business.
But that'd never stopped Bakugou before.

"At least one of you is getting some dick," he purred through the wall, and grinned as a garbled squeal echoed back as he let himself out the room.
God, it was fun to cause shit.

—-

Bakugou had no qualms marching into the common room from the direction of the girl's rooms. Luckily enough, no one seemed particularly surprised. They were quite used to his antics, especially that of sleeping in places - and with people - that he shouldn't. In fact, Jirou just rolled her eyes as he stormed in, and Momo didn't even bother looking up from her notes.
"Uraraka?" Bakugou asked imploringly. Now both of them seemed to be paying attention.
"What do you want with her?" Jirou inquired, while Momo dared give him a once over. "She left in a hurry this morning. Said she had a train to catch."
"And Aizawa just let her go?" He mulled this over quietly, careful not to let any sort of expression show on his face. Clearly this was an impromptu decision - Uraraka would've brought it up as an excuse to get him to stay out of her room otherwise.
Jirou shrugged. "Well, I don't know about that. She kinda gave the impression she was getting to that station, one way or another. I don't think Aizawa-sensei really has any say in it."
That was a lie and they both knew it. With all the security threats in the past, UA had made travelling a lot more difficult for its students - if someone needed to leave town, a teacher would need to know about it well in advance. And even if on the odd chance Aizawa let her go - on a Sunday preceding a school day, no less - she'd have to wait a while for the right train. Well, at least there was only one big station in town, so he'd head there first to search for her. Hopefully she'd still be waiting when he arrived.

Bakugou had almost forgotten the presence of other people in the room until Jirou said, "Stop snooping, Bakugou. Her life isn't your business in the first place, so just let her be." He glanced towards Jirou and Yayorozu, and felt his blood boil at the sight of them looking so uninterested. Why was he the only one who'd cared to see just how fucked up Uraraka was right now? He was barely her acquaintance, for God's sake, and he'd still done more to help her than any of her so-called friends had.
He turned away, fighting back words of disgust. Pathetic. All of them.