🌸O N L Y F O R Y O U🌸 ||Kacchako||

CHAPTER TWO: You're just a girl!

Riiiing!!
"Hey! You coming over for movie night? We can do homework, too!" Round face says, tilting her body and head to look at me in the face from the side. I take her backpack from her, slinging it over my shoulder. It's heavier than usual...
"You need to do your homework, ya know!" I grouch, karate chopping her head. She whines, rubbing her top of her head. I smirk. So cute..
I hear footsteps picking up tempo and volume from behind us and whip my head around. Shitty hair.
"Yooo..!" He says, prolonging the lending of the one syllable word. He rests both of his elbows on both Round-face and my shoulders.
I roll my eyes, giving him a side smirk. Ochako scrunches her nose, giving him a big, welcoming smile.
"Sup!" She chirps. Kirishima grins. "What're you guys up to?" He asks.
I cut Ochako off before she can say anything, "We we're just on our way to our houses, so bye, Shitty hair.." I say all in one breath, taking her gym bag as well and slinging it over one shoulder.
I pick up speed in my steps and she follows quickly behind me, soon talking about her day at school and the new martial arts moves she mastered with the help of her instructor that goes by the nickname "gunhead".
As I admire how fucking talkative she is, I reminisce on how things never used to be like this. Believe it or not, growing up I didn't have many friends. Well, real ones that is. Fucking crazy, right? I mean, I'm so friendly. But she was different. She was so fucking different...

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"Come one, boys! We're members of the agency BA-KU-GOU!" I yelled, about four eight-year-old boys following behind me. My group is the coolest, and I'm the leader. Of course I am! Who else would they ask? I'm the best at everything I do.
They adore me. Good. Why wouldn't they? I am smart, talented, a good leader and so cool.
"Stop!" I heard a shaky voice yell. I looked up to see a skinny boy with ebony black hair, glasses too big for his face. I scrunched up my face, confused and frustrated.
"What? Move." I commanded. The boy shook his head. "You and your group beat up my little brother!" The boy screamed.
"I don't remember," I simply reply. "He must not have been memorable enough." My comrades snicker behind me.
"Kacchan is so smart he knows tons of words!" One of my followers stated, a skinny short boy with big green curly hair.
"I don't care," the ebony-haired boy simply replied. "He will pay." The boy shifted his feet, holding out fists. I scoffed.
"Get him," I simply command my followers, and they do so. They punch and kick and grab. I just stood there, smirking. No one can beat me.
"Y-you guys are crazy!" The boy yells, on the ground, his knees were scraped, his face was swollen and his nose was bleeding. "What third graders are you?" He sobbed. I began walking and I approached him slowly.
"I wish this were one of my comic books," I grunt. "I would just blow you up."
The boy trembled, his glasses were on the floor, cracked like crazy.
"Hey!" I heard another voice yell. I rolled my eyes, turning around. What now? Everyone seems to interrupt my plans.
I spun around abruptly, meeting face-to-face with the cutest girl I've ever seen. Ew. A girl.
"What do you want?" I spit, stepping closer. She had a hilariously round face. She was wearing overalls, her hair cut shoulder-length with bangs to complete the look. Cooties.
"You can't pick on kids especially those older than you! He's a fourth grader, respect your upperclassmen," she said as she approached the boy. The boy's face turned completely red and he quickly wiped away the blood from his face. Loser. Who acts like that, especially for a weak girl.
I glanced behind me and all my comrades were red in the face, staring at the her like they have never seen a girl before. Tch.
"Step aside. You'll get dirty. Just go home or something," I hmph, as I gently pushed her aside. She glared at me, puffing our her cheeks. My face grows red.
"How rude! Just because I'm a girl? Go ahead! If you're gonna fight this upperclassman then fight me! No problem because I'm a girl," she shouted. I stood there, shocked.
"I'm not gonna hit a girl. Not worth my time," I simply said, tilting my head upward, nose to the air.
She approached me, standing awfully close. I lost balance and fell over, and she just towered over me.
"Hit me." She said, shifting her feet to position.
"Y-you heard that girl. Hit her!" I stuttered, commanding my followers as I got up
They just stood there, Shifting their feet awkwardly. I rolled my eyes, my short temper running out.
"Fine. I'll do it!" I said, as I sent a punch flying to her face. The girl quickly dodged it, turning behind me. She kicked the back of my knees, causing me to buckle. What? I can't hit a girl. Girls aren't worth my time.
I got up and looked down at my now scraped knees. Tch. Loser.
She pushed me over and sat on my chest. I coughed. I looked around and everyone deserted the scene, my friends vanished and the loser who couldn't fight disappeared, leaving only a blood stain on the playground concrete.
It's just me and her. "Cooties!" I screamed, getting up and pushing her. She didn't fall over because of the position of her feet keeping her balance.
"Let me join your club," she says, smiling. Ugh.
"No. No girls allowed. I'll admit, you're okay at fighting. For a girl," I added as I glared at her. She returns the glare.
"Why no girls? And what's that supposed to mean? I was going easy," she said, raising her fists. I smirk. "So was I, little girl."
"And besides," the girl continued, completely ignoring me. Who does she think she is?! What stuck-up.
"Those aren't real friends. They just follow you because they're scared. You put on an imaginary picture of yourself to them. They wouldn't stick around if you needed someone to talk to or if you needed help," she said matter-of-factly. She's so stupid!
"You don't know anything, stupid fat-face." I spat, crossing my arms over my chest. The girl's eyes watered up.
"I-I'm not fat..." she whimpers. I look at her. The air grew silent and awkward. She sat down and I joined her, sitting far apart.
"I think I understand you," she finally said. I looked up at her, my knees bent to my chest as I rested my hard against them. I had already forgotten about my friends.
"Hah?!" I shouted. She looked up at me. Grinning, her nose scrunched up. I feel myself blush. What's wrong with you, Bakugou?! It's just a stupid girl...
"You try to act cool so you never have to turn out like that boy who was beaten up. I understand that. I'm sorry I pushed you. I know deep down inside you want true friends, and you're sensitive. Not that there's anything wrong with being sensitive," she said as if she knew my life story.
"I'm not a wuss. I'm a boy." I stated. She glared at me.
"I could be a good friend. I'm not like those other boys. I admired you because you're not scary. I saw how you really are! And you're pretty cool as a person when you don't act like that," she smiled. I looked up at her, shocked. She scooched closer to me, our hands almost touching. I blushed.
"Uh, thanks," I mumbled. Maybe this cootie-girl ain't so bad after all.
She got up and grabbed me by my hand, leading me to the swing set.
She got on and looked at me, "push me!" She smiled. My cheeks heated up.
"No," I snapped. She pouted. I walked over and sat down beside her on the next swing.
"I'm Uraraka. Ochako Uraraka," she said out-of-the-blue. This stupid girl really talks a lot.
"I've been in your class since first grade. You never noticed me. You don't talk to girls," she stated. I'm surprised. How come I've never noticed a girl this cute? I mean...this stupid. Tch.
She tried and tried to kick off the wood-chip ground plenty of times, trying to pump her legs to swing herself. She was too short. I laughed.
"You're too short loser," I snorted. She looked at me, puffing our her cheeks and furrowing her eyebrows.
"Whatever," she said, still trying. Wow. Round-face doesn't give up.
"Ugh. That's annoying. You're stupid. I'll do it, round-face," I grunted, walking over behind her swing.
"Thanks," she said. I pushed her from the back, sending her swinging back and forth, her hands tightening on the chain handles. Heh.
"Sometimes," Round-face started off, closing her eyes and reaching a hand out into the sky.
"Sometimes I imagine I'm like a super hero! On the swings I imagine I can fly! Like some astronaut or something."
I push on her back, swinging her higher. "You're stupid," I said. She grunted.
"That would be called 'zero-gravity' not 'astronaut'" I corrected her. She gasped, excited.
"What power would you want, Katsuki?" She asked. I froze up for a sec. she knows my name? Why would she call me by my first name, we aren't even close.
"It's Bakugou. And I would want to fricken blow things up!" I shouted. She giggled, causing me to blush. No one ever showed interest in what I wanted.
"That's cool," she said, jumping Off the swing while in the air, landing perfectly. She walked over to me, patting my hair. I grimaced, my face red.
"It's like you!" She giggled. I opened my eyes when she was done gently patting my hair, glancing at her. I've never met anyone like this...

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"So," Round-face says, plopping down beside me on the couch, holding a pile of snacks.
"We have chips, popcorn and candy. What movie?" She asks, leaning on the right arm of the couch, the side I'm beside, her body spread across me. Fucking couch hog, I think, my face heating up. She's been so touchy and had no respect to for personal space, ever since our first encounter.
"Meh," I say, shrugging my shoulders. Her eyes glint, indicating she has an idea of a movie.
"Horror!" She says, leaping up, accidentally jumping down on my lap. I grimace. Ouch. That fucking hurts...
I shove her off my lap, causing her to topple over. "That fucking hurt!" I grumble. Realization hits her and she turns red.
"Sorry..." she giggles nervously. She gets back on the cough and snuggles against me. Fuck. If only she knew how much she plays with my feelings daily...holy shit.
"You're such a scared pussy, are you sure you want to watch this...?" I ask, silently slinging an arm over her shoulders. This is nice...
"Yep!" She smiles. I roll my eyes.

      A quarter into the movie, angel-face is already shaking, cowering and hiding her face into my sweatshirt. Pussy.
      "I feel sick..." she mumbles, pausing the movie. I look down at her, concerned.
      "Did you eat something bad? Shit, don't throw up on me," I say, scooching away. She glares at me.
      "Wow, thanks. First reaction is that. And no. My stomach..." she groans, hunching over, grabbing her stomach. I eye her.
      "Er-Is it your..? Uh.." I ask, awkwardly. She shakes her head.
      "No. Mine ended a week ago. So it can't be it..." she almost moans, clutching her throat. I furrow my brows.
      "Fuck. Go to the bathroom," I say, pushing her out. She rushes to the bathroom.
What could be the matter? Shit, this girl...
      I hear her coughing continuously, going on for a minute. I start to get concerned. It is only when I hear her throw up that I rush to the bathroom, skidding to a halt at the open door.
      She's crouching down, knees to chest and standing at the balls of her feet, hunched over the toilet. I walk to her, holding her hair back.
      I feel her shake and I see tears run down her cheeks.
       "K-Katsuki...." She stutters, her voice raw and shaky. My heart is beating fast.
      Help her to her feet and she buries herself into my sweatshirt, tears staining it.
      "W-w-what the f-fuck is that..?" She stutters. I'm in shock. Round-face rarely ever swears.
       I make my way to the toilet, glancing inside. What...what the fuck? Holy shit what is that....?!!

-thank you guys for reading! Please share if you think anyone would like this story! This is one of my first, kinda is. I'm also working on an izuocha fic, but I think this one is promising. Hopefully. If you were to vote and read and comment suggestions, it would mean the world ❤️ ! Tysm loveliesss 💗✨❤️🥰🥰😍🥺🥺-