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ochako blackmails bakugou into faking being her boyfriend to see if it sparks a reaction out of deku-kun. will it work?
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link to the ao3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18887485/chapters/44831872">https://archiveofourown.org/works/188...
“Please, Bakugou-kun!!!” Ochako bowed before him in earnest. “I know it’s unorthodox, but I really need your help!!”
She couldn’t see his face since hers was staring at the ground of the hotel hallway.
“That’s just fucking crazy. Why on Earth would I do that?” Katsuki questioned,
She couldn’t see his face since hers was staring at the ground of the hotel hallway.
“That’s just fucking crazy. Why on Earth would I do that?” Katsuki questioned,
his arms crossed and his characteristic frown. He had been trying to get to his shared room with Kirishima when Uraraka chased after him with the weirdest request.
“Because you’re...trying to be a better person?” She tried.
He just raised an eyebrow in response.
“Because you’re...trying to be a better person?” She tried.
He just raised an eyebrow in response.
“You want to be friends with me and the rest of 1-A...?”
His mouth twitched in anger. “I hate half of you and I just can’t stand the other half. Why the fuck would I -"
Ochako sighed, interrupting him. “I guess it can’t be helped.”
His mouth twitched in anger. “I hate half of you and I just can’t stand the other half. Why the fuck would I -"
Ochako sighed, interrupting him. “I guess it can’t be helped.”
While Bakugou wondered why he just hadn’t walked off on that weirdo yet, Ochako pulled her cellphone from her pocket. Katsuki pulled the angriest face yet.
“WHAT THE HELL -"
“Now now, Bakugou-kun,” she smiled innocently. “I think you know what’s on this photo gallery.”
“WHAT THE HELL -"
“Now now, Bakugou-kun,” she smiled innocently. “I think you know what’s on this photo gallery.”
His sweat started popping, nitroglycerin high in demand, his hands itching to make a huge explosion to blow all of her stupid fluffy hair off. “You said you had deleted it, you lying -"
“Various pictures of you...” she shrugged slowly. “In front of an All Might poster. Flexing -"
“Various pictures of you...” she shrugged slowly. “In front of an All Might poster. Flexing -"
She was interrupted by his hands - they smelled of... gasoline? - over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up, Round Face! I know what’s in there, you deceiving little shit!”
“Mmmhm hmm ahmmm.”
He pulled his hands away so she could speak clearly. “What the fuck are you saying.”
“Mmmhm hmm ahmmm.”
He pulled his hands away so she could speak clearly. “What the fuck are you saying.”
“I said you HAVE to fake being my boyfriend to make Deku jealous now,” she locked her screen victoriously.
“You’re a psycho.”
“You know, Bakugou-kun, coming from you, that’s almost a compliment.”
Katsuki just yelled in frustration and ran off with his blasting hands, hitting a
“You’re a psycho.”
“You know, Bakugou-kun, coming from you, that’s almost a compliment.”
Katsuki just yelled in frustration and ran off with his blasting hands, hitting a
poor plant nearby.
“Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu approached her friend and roommate during their stay at I-Island. “Did things go well with Bakugou-kun? Kero.”
“Couldn’t have gone better,” Uraraka triumphantly put her hands on her hips as the flames made the hotel fire alarm go off.
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“Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu approached her friend and roommate during their stay at I-Island. “Did things go well with Bakugou-kun? Kero.”
“Couldn’t have gone better,” Uraraka triumphantly put her hands on her hips as the flames made the hotel fire alarm go off.
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Ochako had been growing desperate lately. She had liked Deku since school started, practically, and now they were on the I-Island and all he had eyes to was that older, cooler girl, Melissa Shield.
So, to put it simply, Uraraka was jealous.
So, to put it simply, Uraraka was jealous.
Not the crazy, abusive kind of jealousy that would make her resent the object of Deku’s affections. Melissa was nice and pretty and there was no way Uraraka would be unfair to the girl by treating her badly. But she felt...insecure. Melissa Shield was obviously more intelligent,
capable and beautiful than her, even with no Quirk.
Maybe she had been focusing on the wrong strategy. Instead of cheering Deku on and staying beside him as his closest female friend, she should make it clear that she was... available. In a romantic way. But how...?
Maybe she had been focusing on the wrong strategy. Instead of cheering Deku on and staying beside him as his closest female friend, she should make it clear that she was... available. In a romantic way. But how...?
It was then that it hit her. She should date someone else.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt terrible. How could she use someone like that? Go out with a boy she didn’t even like? She’d feel like she was betraying Midoriya by simply holding hands with somebody.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt terrible. How could she use someone like that? Go out with a boy she didn’t even like? She’d feel like she was betraying Midoriya by simply holding hands with somebody.
She would feel like a lowlife. She was the worst being on Earth for even considering it. She was worse than Bakugou. She was-
Bakugou-kun. Every single time that boy crossed her mind, she couldn’t help but frown. He was very confusing. Bakugou was...intense. For good and for bad.
Bakugou-kun. Every single time that boy crossed her mind, she couldn’t help but frown. He was very confusing. Bakugou was...intense. For good and for bad.
Actually, what was the good part? Apart from his hellbent will on being the number one hero, Bakugou didn’t seem like a genuinely good person. He just hated Deku so much, Uraraka couldn’t help but resent him. And Midoriya was the purest, prettiest boy alive, he didn’t deserve the
treatment that Bakugou gave him, he-
Wait just a second.
Ochako had it all figured out.
She would play along with /Bakugou/, of all people. If she fake-dated anyone else, she would have to deceive that person, lead him on...or worse, explain to them why she was doing that,
Wait just a second.
Ochako had it all figured out.
She would play along with /Bakugou/, of all people. If she fake-dated anyone else, she would have to deceive that person, lead him on...or worse, explain to them why she was doing that,
on the risk on sounding petty and mean and...well, kind of pathetic.
Bakugou, however, was someone she didn’t care about. He could think of her however he liked; Ochako wouldn’t mind at all.
And, that particular pairing had a perk: Deku and Bakugou hated each other.
Bakugou, however, was someone she didn’t care about. He could think of her however he liked; Ochako wouldn’t mind at all.
And, that particular pairing had a perk: Deku and Bakugou hated each other.
The blond boy would say yes immediately!
...who was she kidding. She’d have to convince the guy. He was less prone to accept this crazy proposal than Aizawa-sensei was inclined to giggle.
However... she did have that ace up her sleeve.
...who was she kidding. She’d have to convince the guy. He was less prone to accept this crazy proposal than Aizawa-sensei was inclined to giggle.
However... she did have that ace up her sleeve.
During a school fieldtrip, she walked off to use her cellphone after lunch to open her frontal camera and check for any leftovers on her teeth. She was being super sneaky and mindful of the rest of the group, that was several meters ahead - and then she heard a soft rustle.
Before she could turn around, she saw it on her cellphone camera. Bakugou Katsuki. Standing in front of a huge, wall-to-wall poster of All Might.
Flexing his muscles.
Before she could even think, her finger had moved to take multiple shots of that rare, delightful scene.
Flexing his muscles.
Before she could even think, her finger had moved to take multiple shots of that rare, delightful scene.
Once she started filming, however, there must’ve been a noise or something to tip him off, because Bakugou whipped his head in her direction.
She could’ve /sworn/ his eyes were on fire.
Ochako didn’t know how she survived that day.
She could’ve /sworn/ his eyes were on fire.
Ochako didn’t know how she survived that day.
Once he started running in her direction, eyes wild and voice raised - “DIEEEE!” - she sprinted, laughing while she was able to quickly save the files on a different folder.
Once he reached and knocked her to the ground - Ochako let out a big “oof!” - she "deleted" the pictures.
Once he reached and knocked her to the ground - Ochako let out a big “oof!” - she "deleted" the pictures.
And then, for good measure, she touched his cheek while he was on top of her, making him widen his eyes in surprise and even timidness - and then float upwards.
“DAMN YOU, ROUND FACE.” Bakugou used his explosions to reach the ground again, regaining control of his gravity and
“DAMN YOU, ROUND FACE.” Bakugou used his explosions to reach the ground again, regaining control of his gravity and
trying to hit Ochako somehow, but she ran off laughing and joined the rest of the group.
They hadn’t spoken of that day again - except for Uraraka randomly looking at him and laughing for the rest of the field trip, no one guessed his embarrassing secret.
That was perfect.
They hadn’t spoken of that day again - except for Uraraka randomly looking at him and laughing for the rest of the field trip, no one guessed his embarrassing secret.
That was perfect.
She would hold his hand once or twice, and if Deku was even 1% interested in her, he would question Ochako about it or even express discontent over the situation. She would know then.
Nothing could spoil that plan.
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Nothing could spoil that plan.
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Except that it could.
It turned out that I-Island wasn’t exactly vacation for them, what with villains showing up left and right, Melissa’s father’s revelation and All Might having to use all of his power to defeat the bad guy.
It turned out that I-Island wasn’t exactly vacation for them, what with villains showing up left and right, Melissa’s father’s revelation and All Might having to use all of his power to defeat the bad guy.
There was one particular moment when Ochako felt she was done for - surrounded alongside her friends, the villains slowly edged closer as she suddenly heard an explosion -
“Bakugou-kun!” She smiled in relief, happy to see her classmate with Todoroki-kun.
“Bakugou-kun!” She smiled in relief, happy to see her classmate with Todoroki-kun.
It wouldn’t hurt to have two of the strongest guys in her class helping her fight.
“Shut up!” Bakugou barked back. “That’s what heroes do!”
“I never said otherwise!!” Ochako shouted in response, taking care of the lowlifes closest to her with newfound vigor.
“Shut up!” Bakugou barked back. “That’s what heroes do!”
“I never said otherwise!!” Ochako shouted in response, taking care of the lowlifes closest to her with newfound vigor.
Sooner rather than later the battle was won. Ochako joined her friends in celebration in the ball that ended up happening a couple of days later, with no interruptions or villains this time. Melissa was absent, understandably so - and Deku was having a soda with All Might-sensei,
on the outskirts of the dance floor. Ochako grabbed Bakugou’s hand in a spur of courage and, ignoring his “hey! What the fuck?” she led the way.
“Oh hush,” she whispered as she placed the boy’s hands on her waist, placing her own around his neck. “Deku-kun might be watching.”
“Oh hush,” she whispered as she placed the boy’s hands on her waist, placing her own around his neck. “Deku-kun might be watching.”
“The fuck do I care if fucking Deku sees you or not? This is not what I -"
“Not what you agreed to?” Ochako raised her eyebrows. “Well, since you blasted off and left me practically talking to myself, we didn’t settle much. But know this,” she leaned in to hiss menacingly at him.
“Not what you agreed to?” Ochako raised her eyebrows. “Well, since you blasted off and left me practically talking to myself, we didn’t settle much. But know this,” she leaned in to hiss menacingly at him.
“You’re being blackmailed here. I tell you what to do. And you’re gonna help me, Bakugou-kun, or so help me GOD I will make your life miserable!”
Katsuki shut up, eyes wary. No one talked to him like that. Well, besides his mother who was an old hag with a clear death wish.
Katsuki shut up, eyes wary. No one talked to him like that. Well, besides his mother who was an old hag with a clear death wish.
“You look SOOO good, Bakugou-kun!” Ochako said rather loudly, startling both Katsuki and the couples dancing around them.
“Eh??” He replied loudly, wondering where the fucking scary girl had gone. How come Uraraka was now all smiley and shit? “Just die already, Round Face!”
“Eh??” He replied loudly, wondering where the fucking scary girl had gone. How come Uraraka was now all smiley and shit? “Just die already, Round Face!”
“I should’ve figured...” Ochako rolled her eyes discreetly. Bakugou wouldn’t have better perception abilities, even if he WAS playing nice. He did look very different in his formal clothes, but she wouldn’t have gone on to say he looked nice if she didn’t have something to gain.
Not that it wasn’t true, she just wasn’t crazy enough to provoke Bakugou.
She was about to wink at him to signal that she was just playing along in their façade, when -
“Your hair’s not puffy,” he muttered under his breath.
She was about to wink at him to signal that she was just playing along in their façade, when -
“Your hair’s not puffy,” he muttered under his breath.
Ochako frowned, self-consciously running a hand through her strands. “What do you mean?”
“It’s puffy usually and it’s not today,” Bakugou remarked with a grunt. “It looks nicer on the other days. Wearing it like that is stupid.”
“It’s puffy usually and it’s not today,” Bakugou remarked with a grunt. “It looks nicer on the other days. Wearing it like that is stupid.”
She had spent twenty minutes trying to calm down her messy hair. “I can’t tell if you’re complementing me or not.”
"Tch.”
Well wasn’t that enlightening?
“You should call me Uraraka or even Ochako if we’re gonna sell this story, you know,” she continued clumsily waltzing along.
"Tch.”
Well wasn’t that enlightening?
“You should call me Uraraka or even Ochako if we’re gonna sell this story, you know,” she continued clumsily waltzing along.
He didn’t seem to care about her stilted moves since he moved as little as possible, only keeping his hands in her waist and his feet giving out small, calculated steps sideways.
“Can’t I call you round face?” He smirked a little. “You know, like a nickname - ow.”
“Can’t I call you round face?” He smirked a little. “You know, like a nickname - ow.”
“Bakugou-kun!!” She slapped his shoulder again. “People won’t believe us. Do you want those pictures to make it to every social media ever used??”
He sighed forcefully. “Fine. Geez. You can call me Bakugou if it’ll help.”
“Wow, such a big difference,” she said ironically.
He sighed forcefully. “Fine. Geez. You can call me Bakugou if it’ll help.”
“Wow, such a big difference,” she said ironically.
“I should call you Katsuki.”
He glared down at her, fire in his eyes, characteristic pissed off face on. “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” Ochako loved messing with him. “You don’t like your first name? But it’s so cute! Katsuki! Katsuki~ ow!” She was interrupted by Bakugou’s hand
He glared down at her, fire in his eyes, characteristic pissed off face on. “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” Ochako loved messing with him. “You don’t like your first name? But it’s so cute! Katsuki! Katsuki~ ow!” She was interrupted by Bakugou’s hand
squeezing her face.
“Stop that, round cheeks,” he pinched her slightly, making her look like a puffy fish.
“Geez, Bakugou-kun,” her speech impaired by his gesture. “You’re not taking this seriously,” she wiggled out of his grip and his hands returned to their previous position.
“Stop that, round cheeks,” he pinched her slightly, making her look like a puffy fish.
“Geez, Bakugou-kun,” her speech impaired by his gesture. “You’re not taking this seriously,” she wiggled out of his grip and his hands returned to their previous position.
He grunted. “I don’t know what you see in dumb Deku anyways,” he continued to sway slightly as his hands rested respectfully on her waist, only a weak squeeze escaping his self-control as he talked passionately about his childhood acquaintance.
