🌸O N L Y F O R Y O U🌸 ||Kacchako||

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: some things never change

ATTENTION: there will be a lot of alternating POVs in this chapter, past and present too, so I hope it doesn't get too confusing.

{Uraraka's POV: present day}

I hate it. I hate that he always has to see me like this. Like such a helpless girl. I'm not. I want to do things on my own. As much as I don't want his help, I need it. I just hate he has to see my so weak. So fragile. So helpless. Like some damsel in distress.
But as much as I hate feelings this helpless, this delicate, I enjoy his company. I find warmth in his comfort. As much as I hate being protected and treated like a little girl, he's there when I need him. I can always go to him for comfort.

{Bakugou's POV: present day}

Shit. Why is everything against me? I guess my fucking analogy about my Dream was wrong. Fuck.
I hold her In my arms after she sits back up from throwing up blood and flowers.
"I hate it when you see me like this," she says, her voice sounding so raw and new, like someone just stripped her from her dignity. My expression softens and I squeeze her tighter, trying to comfort her.
"What do you mean, Angel?" I ask softly, like she's a deer that could get spooked and run away at any time. She huffs, a bit too hard if you ask me, because she ends up in a coughing fit.
"Like that. I don't know. Stop being so overprotective. Stop being right all the time. I don't want you to worry," she says, wiping the blood off her mouth and fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
Worry? Too late for that, fucktard. Jesus fuck. She's always being so stubborn. So stubborn yet so...considerate. Selfless. Even though it's her life on the line she still has time to think of me. I don't fucking deserve her.
But she thinks I think of her as weak? I don't care if I see her this vulnerable, she can't put on a brave face for everything. I've learned that too. The hard way. She's seen me when I'm vulnerable, so I don't see a fucking difference. She's anything but frail.
"Stop being overprotective? Fuck, you're a dumbass. How can I not? You've seen me at my fucking worst, whats the difference here? And being overprotective doesn't mean I think your weak. Shit, you're anything but frail. But I have to be fucking overprotective now, especially when I see you one home everyday looking like shit, crying your ass off. I'm not used to it! So don't tell me to 'stop being overprotective'."
          She stops and stares at me. Fuck! How can someone hurt that face?!
         The thick silence around us is pierced when Cheeks begins to throw up again, blood splattering onto the cement. Jesus.
I lift her up to her feet and sweep her up, carrying her bride style back to her house.

{Uraraka's POV: present day}

      I feel so useless. I was rejected. I rush into things too fast. I don't think. My emotions overwhelm me and I find myself always running to Katsuki for help, unable to perform simple things on my own.
       He's the complete opposite. He may not be calm and collected, and sure his emotions can get the best of him, but at least he knows what he's doing. He's always there to help, always establishing a plan. People may not know this about him like I do, but he can be just as quick-witted and observant as Deku. He knows how to keep calm in serious scenarios. He never breaks down and cries anymore. I wish he would stop acting like everything is fine, like he can handle things. Like he can take on the things he has to do along with mine.
          He doesn't have to solve my problems. It's fine! Why does he have to involve himself?

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{Uraraka's POV: past}

       He looks so zoned out...
       I stare at the spikey-headed boy as he gazes out the window. What's on his mind?
      "And that's all for class. Have the assignment due tomorrow, please."
      My thoughts are pierced and I snap back to reality. Huh? Assignment?? I frantically look around the room, as if asking people for help. My eyes accidentally meet the boy's and he stops for a sec. he glares at me and scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. Huh?
        "God, Ochako you're hopeless!" I hear my friend call out. I turn to face the three girls.
       "I thought you wanted to get good grades for a good job or something. You're such a space cadet! Well, anyway," she hands me her notebook.
        "Sorry," I laugh nervously, scratching the back of my head. I always seem too concerned with other people's problems that I barely have time to take notes. I really need to set my priorities straight again...
        "So. We say you staring at Bakugou during class," my friends giggle. I blink. Heh?
        "Do you like him?"
        I shake my head. "No. Not like that. He just seems so down, ya know? Like not down, but like he's has some problem he's thinking about and-"
       "Oh God give it a breaaak! Stop getting involved with other people's business! You know, when we all go to middle school you're not gonna get liked for that. And he doesn't seem approachable; you already lost so many friends because you were too concerned with other things!" One of my friends cut me off.
         "Yeah! Just stay with us! Who cares about him! Who cares about all those sad people! We're the only ones you have, Ochako," my other friend continues, like it was some planned speech.
        I'm not saying they're wrong. I don't know what everyone's deal is. I've been helping other people because it's what my parents would want. It's the only thing I know. They've been so selfless and sacrificed so many things for me, I want other to experience that as well.
        All I remember was one day my group of friends got fed up with me rather hanging out with the "unpopular" kids, helping them out versus hanging out with them and they impede me to the curb. Doesn't matter anymore I guess. Like I said, I'd rather have a few true friends than a bunch of fake ones.