From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 37: An Elegant Affair

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Ochako_
Ochako hurried back down the hall, away from the drama that was now likely to go down. She had a feeling Momo and Shoto had many things to discuss.

She was about to enter the larger party again when she ran into her husband in the hall.
"Oh, hi. I was just coming to look for you-"
"Don't. It's easy enough to pretend in front of crowds, but- I can't fake it with you."
Ochako furrowed her brows.
"What are you talking about?"
"You...you could've died. You jumped off a skyscraper, Ochako. How could you- how could you do that to me?"
Ochako swallowed.
"So you knew. You knew my quirk wasn't working."
He scoffed at her.
"I'm your husband."
He said, as if that alone was answer enough. He got close to her, close enough to speak quietly so no one would hear.
"If I wasn't there- and your quirk didn't snap awake again—"
He stumbled, not able to finish the sentence. Ochako cupped his face in her hands. She rarely saw him stumble on his words.
"Katsuki Bakugou. You are my husband, and I love you. But I am not made of glass. I received the same training, and I cannot stand by while you risk your life again and again. I'm going out on the field again, with or without you. But I'd love it if you would be there to hold my hand."

Katsuki closed his eyes and held his breath. His hands came up to rest on her arms and he loosed a sigh through his nose.
"I can't stop you, can I?"
In answer, she stood on her toes and kissed him. It was sweet but heartfelt.
"No, but you can come with me."
He shook his head to himself and placed his hands over hers.
"I think I liked it better when we were yelling at each other, that way I wouldn't be so quickly defeated"
She giggled and slung her arms around his neck.
"You'd give in anyway. I'm the love of your life."
He choked on a laugh.
"You're starting to sound very smug, round face."
"Hmm. I have my reasons"
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Momo_
Shoto spoke very slowly.
"What. Were you. Talking about?"

Momo took a step back.
"I'd prefer not to do this here"
"Oh no, no, no. You can't wriggle out of it this time. Tell me. Now."
Momo held her head high. Shoto's mother flashed through her mind. The sadness on her face. The broken tone to her words.
'Please, I'm begging you Yaoyorozu. I can't loose him.'
Guilt ripped and tore at her heart, her chest, but she scrounged up everything she had left in her.
"No."
She said, and walked past him. Their shoulders collided when she strode past him.

Shoto_
No.
The word clanged through him. Bashed through his head and chest, screaming and echoing.
Anger began to freeze him in place. The drink in his hand, now forgotten, began to boil and bubble. He'd only heard a few words of their conversation, but it was enough.
'She ordered me away from him.'
'Do you love him?'
'More than anything.'

His hand began to shake.
The drink over-boiled and exploded, glass shattering everywhere. He ignored the new cuts in his hand and closed his first.
Lied to.
By both of them. His mother had told him that Momo had indeed gone to see her early, but had expressed that she didn't love him. That She wasn't ready for anything like marriage, especially with him.
Momo had told him that she wanted to wait. Wanted to see if her feelings were what she thought they were, and explore the physical side of the relationship more.
Compromise was made.
Their arrangement became strictly physical, in order not to complicate things further.
All this time...
Anger became too powerful in his chest, too consuming. With the glass already shattered from the heat in his left hand, his right swung up and punched the wall. A crack sounded, and the plaster broke, and sported a new burn mark on the wall. The paint itself bubbled and sizzled with overwhelming heat.