How Do I Feel About You?

Chapter 3: Separate the Feelings

Uraraka kicked the air as she left the locker room, holding her suitcase in her hands to put her costume away. Her stomach was still sending painful pulses throughout the rest of her body, but it wasn't too much that she couldn't endure. Her plan didn't go well at all; she felt defeated, like all of her training had done nothing for her growth as a hero. More than that, she still hadn't figured out how she really felt about Midoriya, which was the underlying reason why she wanted to fight him. Was it really love, like Mina continued to tease at her, or was it just admiration?

After returning her costume, Uraraka made her way to the dorms, ready to just end the day and flop her body onto her bed. She grudgingly walked through the common area before stopping at the elevator, pushing the button with the arrow pointing upwards. While waiting for the elevator, another Class 1-A student walked towards her, presumably taking the elevator as well. She didn't bother lifting her head up to see who it was, but by looking down and judging by the house shoes, she could tell this was going to be quite a ride up the elevator.

"Did you and the dumbass have a good time practicing?" Uraraka visibly winced at the question, holding in her stomach with her arms to try and stop it from turning. She forced herself to look up at the messy-haired blonde, who was seen wearing his classic black tank top and joggers.

"Don't tell me he went easy on you," he said, still not looking at her direction. His hands were in his pockets, and he had his trademark annoying look on his face. Uraraka forgotten how to forge a sentence when he said, "Are you deaf or sum'n?"

"I-I..." Uraraka could barely get a sentence out before her emotions took over, tears starting to stream down her face. This caught Bakugou by surprise, turning his head to face her and raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously, Round Face? The hell did that little nerd do to you?" he asked roughly, trying his best to not sound like he actually cared.

"D-don't worry about it," she managed to get out, slowly wiping her tears away from her face. She held on to her shirt, wondering what was taking the elevator so long. A minute or two must have passed before Bakugou spoke again.

"I'm not good at listening to people's fucking problems, so don't dump yours on me. Especially about...that damn nerd," he roughly said, scowling quietly at the thought of that green-haired twerp. What could a little piece of work like him do to a girl like Uraraka? He shouldn't have that kind of power over another human being. Not Deku.

The elevator finally dinged and opened its doors to its two boarding passengers, allowing their bodies to occupy its space. Uraraka pressed the button to her floor, then pressed the number 5 after hearing Bakugou say it through his mumbled grumbling. The door slowly closed, carrying them both up to their respective floors.

"Bakugou, can I ask you a question?" Uraraka finally mustered up the courage to ask, followed by a loud groan escaping from Bakugou's mouth.

"Quickly, I don't have time for this."

"Hypothetically speaking, if you were to like someone—"

"Let me stop you right there, Cheeks. I don't have time to do useless shit like having feelings for someone."

"I said hypothetically speaking."

"I don't give a damn about what you said, hypothetically speaking. What did I just tell you?" He shot a look at her, his face looking even more annoyed.

"Can I at least finish?"

"Nope. I don't want to hear it—Oh! would you look at that? This is my stop," he pointed out as the doors shifted to open. He stepped out of the elevator without looking back at Uraraka, who let herself walk out of the elevator as well.