Thread by @mignonettes9, just some nice fluffy oblivious!ochako~#kacchako #kacchakothread______Bakugo had been acting odd lately. Ochako [...]

just some nice fluffy oblivious!ochako~
#kacchako #kacchakothread
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Bakugo had been acting odd lately.

Ochako peered over the rim of her glass as she sipped at her orange juice.

He /looked/ normal at the very least. Same old grumpy Bakugo, but he’d been acting so odd as of late.

On top of dragging her out to brunch for the past two weekends (a meal he hated by the way even though it was her favorite) he had taken to doing…..weird things.

Like opening the door for her, or getting her a cup of coffee in the morning (just the way she liked it too, two creams and way too much sugar).

Not that she didn’t appreciate it or anything! It was just...weird.

But then she overheard a conversation between him and Kirishima yesterday, and it all finally made sense.

“Okay,” she said, setting down her glass and folding her hands in front of her on the table. Bakugo looked up mid-bite and raised a blond eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, chewing his mouthful of omelette (egg whites only, who even??)

Ochako inhaled.

“Who’s the girl you’re trying to ask out?”

Bakugo choked.

“W-what the fuck?” he barked, trying to hack out pieces of egg from his esophagus. Ochako looked on with mild concern, wondering if she should offer him water or not. “The fuck are you talking about?!”

Ochako sighed, sliding over his glass of water and watching as he aggressively gulped it down.

“I heard what you were talking to Kirishima about yesterday in the breakroom. Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.

In her defense, the door had been cracked open and Bakugo was not known for having a soft voice.

“Y-You fuckin’ heard that??” Bakugo sputtered, looking at her wide eyed.

She nodded. “And I’m glad I did because it all makes sense now. You’ve been acting so weird lately, I was half afraid you were an imposter or something.”

“What have I been doing that’s...” Bakugo worked his jaw for a second, as if he was wrestling with his words, “...weird?”

“Well,” Ochako frowned thoughtfully down at her french toast, “You’ve been...polite to me. Gentlemanly, almost. Doing stuff you’ve never done before, like opening doors and - and pulling out my chair! I mean, what’s up with that?!”

Bakugo scowled fiercely at his omelette (man, their food was taking the brunt of everything) and his cheeks pinkened.

“At first I thought you lost a bet. It sounded like something Kaminari would make you do, but then I overheard you talking to Kirishima about how to ask someone out, and it finally clicked.”

“Did it?” Bakugo grunted, looking very stiff.

“Yep,” Ochako said confidently. “It’s obvious. You want to take a girl out on a date and you’ve been practicing on me.”

Bakugo was silent.

The silence lasted so long that Ochako started to falter.

“Am I….am I wrong?” Had she gotten the wrong idea? Maybe he wasn’t trying to ask anyone out? But then...what was with the weird behavior?

Bakugo sighed, slouching in his chair. He glanced at her briefly, eyes roaming over her face, before he looked away, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “No.”

“Oh!” Ochako brightened, although there was an odd pang inside her chest at the idea of Bakugo wanting to date someone.

It was probably nothing, maybe indigestion. “Who is it? Tell me about her!”

Bakugo huffed and began tapping his fingers on the table. Whoever this mystery girl was really had his boxers in a twist; he was huffing and puffing so much Ochako was amused.

If only her dang heartburn would go away.

“She’s...” Bakugo expelled air noisily through his nose. “Do you really fuckin’ wanna know? It’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb! Whoever you like must be incredible.” Hm, her chest hurt more, maybe she’d ask medical to check it out tomorrow.

“She’s…” Bakugo gestured vaguely, struggling for words, “...incredible. You’re right. She always thinks of others before herself, selfless and all that shit. But she’s a badass too, she’s not some marshmallow that can’t pull her own fuckin’ weight.”

Ochako nodded along, enraptured by his description. She’d never heard Bakugo like this before and it was certainly something to behold.

“And she’s...I don’t know,” Bakugo’s eyes flickered to her quickly. “Cute. Like, real fuckin’ adorable.”

Ochako blinked in surprise. This was the first time she’d ever heard Bakugo talk about someone like that.

“It’s hard not to want to hug her when she looks like that all the time,” he muttered, slouching even farther into his chair it seemed like he wanted to fuse with it.

“Wow,” Ochako breathed out in awe, firmly shoving aside a brief pang of jealousy. What was there to be jealous of? She was his good friend and Bakugo deserved to be happy with...whoever this girl was. “She sounds amazing.”

“She is...except she can’t fuckin’ take a HINT,” Bakugo suddenly exclaimed, voice rising in volume. Ochako jumped in surprise, her knee banging against the underside of the table, making their utensils clatter.

“Wha--”

“She’s so fuckin’ DENSE. It’s like she doesn’t even realize I’m tryna get her attention or anything,” Bakugo growled, furiously rubbing between his eyebrows. “Why do I like someone so fuckin’ stupid??”

“Hey now, that’s a mean thing to say about someone you li--”

“OBLIVIOUS. O-B-L-I-V-I-O-U- FUCKING-S.”

“I can spell you kno--”

“AaaARGH,” Bakugo threw his head back behind the top of the chair and rolled it around, back and forth. Ochako smiled reassuringly at their concerned waiter, as if to say ‘don’t worry, this is just how he is.’

“Bakugo maybe you sh--”

“Do you want to know more about her Cheeks?”

Ochako paused at the solemn quality of his voice. He lifted his head to stare at her and she swallowed when his ruby eyes made contact with hers. His expression was serious.

Wordlessly, she nodded.

Bakugo sighed before sitting up straight. “She likes her coffee with two creams and way too much fuckin’ sugar,” he said, watching her face.

“She’s one of the hardest workers in our agency, aside from me, and even though she likes to fuckin’ eavesdrop on private conversations in the break room--” he gives her a pointed stare “--everyone respects her and knows she’s destined to be an amazing hero.”

Ochako gaped, unable to comprehend anything he was saying.

“She tosses grown ass men around like it’s nothing, she can kick my ass in a fight any day, and yet when people praise her, she gets shy which, by the way, is bullshit,” Bakugo scoffed.

She still didn’t know how to respond.

“She’s, ugh,” he shrugged, suddenly shy again as he looked away, “She’s the most important person in my life. I can’t even say that outloud or else fuckin’ shitty hair will kill me but I….fuck,” he peered up at her, “I really like her.”

Ochako didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what /to/ say. She sat there gaping, her mind sifting through everything he just told her and she just couldn’t believe the conclusion that was sitting right in front of her.

Bakugo sighed one last time, reaching up to ruffle the back of his hair. “And her favorite meal of the day is brunch. And even though I think brunch is stupid, I thought it’d be nice if I could treat her out to something she liked...

even if she doesn’t get the fuckin’ hint,” he finished, looking at her with such a raw vulnerability her heart fluttered.

Her mind worked furiously to put some dang words in her mouth, but it wasn’t fast enough because the hopeful look on his face quickly dropped.

“Nevermind, fuck it. I knew it was a mistake. It’s okay if you don’t like me--”

“I do!!” Ochako blurted out so loud that other diners looked over curiously. “I--” she glanced around, embarrassed at the attention, and lowered her voice, “--I do. Like you, I mean."

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to gape and look dumb.

“I had no idea,” Ochako admitted, placing her hands on her pink cheeks (he called her cute! Adorable!! Her!!).

“I never thought you’d like me..or anyone for that matter. But you are important to me and I think you’re really attractive…” she had to force herself to look away from his sharp jawline and finely sculpted features, “So yes. I like you. A lot.”

She was a little surprised by her sudden conviction but she knew, as soon as she said it outloud, that it was right. She was no stranger to pushing her feelings aside for the sake of work or friendship, but now that she could let them out, it felt good. Great.

Bakugo exhaled slowly, relaxing into his seat, before lips curled into an attractive smirk. “Good. Took you long enough,” he snorted.

Ochako grabbed a potato chunk and threw it at him. “How was I supposed to know??”

“You’re fuckin’ oblivious!”

“Well you never said anything!!”

They continued their brunch date and it was like nothing had changed, except there were more than a few lingering glances of adoration, and Ochako’s cheeks weren’t the only pink ones there for once.

When he walked her to the bus station, like he always did, she got up on her tippy toes and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before waving him away.

After he left, rounding the corner and disappearing out of sight, she buried her face in her hands when she heard a very loud “fuck yea!!” echoing from behind the wall.

~fin~

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