What Katsuki makes for Ochako vs What Katsuki makes for himself:

#Kacchako

Here’s the mini #Kacchako fic to go along with this:

Love In Every Bite

At lunch, Katsuki sat down away from his usual crowded table for once. Whenever he did this, his band of merry idiots knew he just wanted to be left alone.

Truth be told, he didn’t want them to see his homemade bento.

His mom had this bad habit of making everything... cutesy. Bear shaped sandwich, bunny shaped apple slices, octopus shaped mini sausages, etc.

It was cute when he was like seven but now at seventeen - not so much.

He took out the little note his mom left in the bento and quickly read over it.
‘Have a plus ultra day, Kitty Kat!’ he internally groaned. Quickly crumpling the note, he stuffed it into his baggy pant -

pocket and just stared at the abomination in front of him.

“Cute bento, Bakugou! Did your girlfriend make it for you?” Katsuki failed to notice when a pink cheeked classmate came waltzing towards his empty table.

Eh? Girlfriend? The fuck, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. That’s just a waste of time.

Ochako was heading back towards her table, now with an All Might shaped custard filled bread in her hands when she spotted something pink placed in front of the blond grump.

Katsuki had been staring intensely at the pink bento that Ochako was sure it would’ve melted through the table right then and there.

Ochako mentally frowned. Guess looks could be deceiving after all.

She has been harboring a secret crush on Bakugou ever since their first year. There was no way an attractive guy like him could stay single for long.

Bummer. She really thought she had a chance.

Ochako would like to believe they were friends at least. From occasionally sparring together, having one on one study sessions, to sometimes sharing snacks.

They weren’t unfamiliar per say.

She bets that it’s Camie. It had to be her. Sure Bakugou has /some/ female friends like Ashido and Jirou but they were both in their own relationships.

Camie was the first and only person to pop into Ochako’s head. She’s tall, blonde, charismatic, and their senpai.

Compared to her, Ochako felt like an unrefined potato.

“Oi, Space Cadet!” Katsuki’s voice reels her back from her wandering thoughts.

He passively crunched a rectangular carrot stick between pearly whites, shortening the vegetable as he pointed at her with the bitten piece. “Quit getting weird ideas!”

Ochako raised a confused brow. Okay so it wasn’t a girlfriend-bento then.

“Let me guess, secret admirer?” she tries again.

Katsuki just gives her a deadpanned look. “Sit” he orders as he tilts his carrot stick down towards the seat across from him.

She silently obliged, setting her bread down on the table.

“You seriously think I’d eat some poisoned shit?”

Ochako couldn’t help but laugh, “I think that’s the opposite of a secret admirer!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “It’s my annoying ass mom”

He didn’t much feel like playing twenty questions with her as his distaste for the cutely packed bento right in front of him continued to grow by the second.

“Eh?” Well she certainly wasn’t expecting that.

She knew Bakugou had asked Aizawa for permission to go home for the weekend but this was a new revelation in itself.

Ochako didn’t think Bakugou was the type for decorated bentos. Much less those made by his own mother.

“Here” he once again snaps her out of her thoughts as he slid the bento across the table to her. “All Might bread isn’t real food”

“Phsst, speak for yourself!” she puffed up her cheeks in a cute pout.

Katsuki couldn’t help but chuckle. It was kinda cute in a gross way. “Whatever, Pink Cheeks”

Ochako was going to thank him and take the bento back to her own table. She assumed Bakugou wanted to be left alone seeing as he wasn’t sitting with his squad.

She was sure Tsu, Tenya, Shouto, and Deku were wondering where she ran off to, seeing as she told them she would be right back.

“You can stay, ya know” he bites back a grumble, noticing the way she kept leaning back to check on her table.

“I thought you wanted to be left alone” Ochako honestly tells him as she nervously giggled. She was the one to come into his personal space and distract him. And now she took his heartfelt lunch too.

“It’s fine” he wanted to tell her the reason why he was even here in the first place but it felt weird to be that open with her. It wasn’t anything serious but he was embarrassed enough as it was.

It was so easy to be open around someone as bubbly as Ochako because it’s her but it was just as easy to get tongued tied around her too.

Katsuki tuned out everything around him and just focused on Ochako’s reaction to the bento.

Every shoulder wiggle, every exclamation that it was yummy, every happy dance that came from her.

It’s the second time today that he finds himself thinking she’s cute. And he wasn’t sure whether to think it was gross again or to fully accept the small thump in his chest.

Finishing off the last bite of his carrot, he just awkwardly sat there waiting for her to say something.

“Do you think I can have your mom’s recipe? This is delicious!” Ochako excitedly asks when she bit a chunk out of the cutesy bear shaped sandwich.

It was a simple chicken salad. Something he could practically make in his sleep. “I’ll teach it to ya sometime” he blurts out not realizing what he just offered.

“Really?! Thanks Bakugou!” Ochako wiped the side of her mouth with a napkin and -

plucked a bunny shaped apple slice from the bento.

She slid the bento back across the table, leaving half of it for him as she munched away on the fresh fruit.

“Tell me”

“Hm?”

“You like this?”

Ochako didn’t need him to further elaborate knowing he meant the cutesy style of bento.

“Yeah, why not? It’s cute and makes you feel special”

It brought her memories of home and the times she would help her mom create adorable lunches for her dad to take to work.

He’d always tell them both that his bento was the most delicious because it was made by his two special girls.

Mr. Uraraka could feel the love poured into every rice grain, piece of meat, veggies and fresh fruit. And that everyone at the construction site were totally jealous.

Ochako giggled at the fond memory. She was aware of how tedious such simple things were to make but it was all about the effort.

Bakugou was loved. It was clear to her in the way his mom placed everything within the small two tiered bento.

They were having such a peaceful conversation that she didn’t want him exploding on her if she told him something cheesy like that.

“Fuck” Katsuki wrinkled his nose and cringed.

“Even gremlins are capable of love too, ya know”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Well, their peaceful conversation was over.

Ochako smiles, playfully shaking her head and gets up. She takes her All Might bread and slides her chair back into place.

“I wish someone would make me a cute bento” she says loud enough for him to hear as an afterthought.

His ears perk up at the comment as his cheeks begin tingling with a burning sensation.

Seriously, the fuck?

Cute bentos were for little kids not aspiring future heroes.

Which is why he’ll never understand just what kind of witchcraft Ochako has over him. Katsuki found himself in their shared kitchen back at the dorms - in the middle of the night, past curfew no less - making a damn cutesy bento for her.

He hated himself.

Stifling a yawn with raw determination. He whisked eggs, chopped chicken, mixed and molded things with his bare hands.

There was no way in hell he was going to ask someone like sugar freak (Satou) for any of his baking supplies so Katsuki did everything from scratch.

By the time he was done, he had a perfectly crafted bear shaped sandwich with the same chicken salad filling that Ochako fell in love with. Followed by heart shaped tamagoyaki with flower shaped carrots resting on a bed of rice sprinkled with furikake.

And bunny shaped apple slices with peeled orange slices and rose shaped strawberries.

It was a lot of work and he still managed to make chocolate manju with an azuki filling.

In the morning, Katsuki skipped out on his usual routine. He was drained from sneaking around the kitchen late at night.

Without his usual energy, he remained quiet in class. Even as Deku got on his last nerves and Eijirou shook him by the shoulders to wake him up.

He couldn’t be bothered. And at lunch, he found himself naturally drifting towards an empty table with two bentos in hand.

One with neatly packed food in an orange bento was for him and the other cutesy one, in the same pink bento from yesterday was for Ochako.

He was trying his hardest to not doze off while waiting for Ochako to pass by him as he thought about what the hell he was doing.

Katsuki respects his classmate and was the least annoyed by her.

Ochako could read him like a damn book and found him amusing. She always found ways of inserting herself into his life. There was never a dull moment between them. If anything, they were kinda friends.

So he settled on that. He sacrificed his sleep to make a bento for her because she had /obliviously/ asked for one. There wasn’t another reason why.

“Whoa, two bentos?! Someone’s Mr. Popular today!” he heard her all too familiar teasing and immediately narrowed his eyes at her.

“Really, Round Face, that shit again?”

“I’m just messing with you, Grump!”

Ochako glanced over to her table, clasping her hands together as if apologizing to them before plopping down in the seat across from Bakugou.

Katsuki let out a ‘tch’ as he watched her. This time, she had a boxed barley milk tea and a cookie in the shape of Principal Nezu with her.

“How many times do I gotta tell you this junk ain’t real food?” he wanted to be more annoyed but instead he let out a yawn.

“To each their own” she stuck out her tongue at him.

“Here” he lazily slid the pink bento her way as she dropped her wrapped cookie back down as her eyes widened at the gift.

She opened it to find an adorably packed lunch. From the looks of it, it looked as if a housewife had expertly made it but she knew it was all him.

This time, she really was speechless as she felt her heart flutter.

Ochako tucked in her thumbs to make sure she didn’t accidentally make their table float up as she looked up at him.

She hadn’t noticed the small bags under his eyes until now. He must’ve stayed up really late just to get this done for today.

Ochako didn’t know what to say or to even think in that moment. They weren’t close enough for such things. Yes, they’ve shared chips and little things like that but to have him make her a whole meal?

Her already pink cheeks grew brighter as she bit into her lower lip. Taking a moment, she had to seriously think about what she was going to say.

“This looks like it took a lot of time, you really didn’t have to just because I was teasing that I wanted one...”

“Seriously, Uraraka?” Katsuki’s voice was teetering between exhaustion and frustration.

Uh oh. He was using her last name now. “It’s just...” Ochako avoided eye contact with him. She wasn’t ready to confess that she really, really likes him more than a casual friend.

“Cute bentos are filled with love in every bite. They’re special” she fumbled with her long side bangs as she shielded her face away from him.

If they weren’t in such a public space, he would’ve gone about this way differently but Katsuki heard what she was saying.

“You think this isn’t special?” he questions after a moment of tense silence.

Ochako furiously blushes as she begins to shake from her nerves. Of course it was special. Bakugou didn’t do things for anyone but himself.

His actions alone spoke louder than words.

“Th-thank y-you, Ka-Katsuki” she did it.

She really did it! First name basis, here she comes! And she’ll be completely mortified if he hates it.

It was easier to think about that rather than think about how she wanted to say she loves the bento and the fact that he did this for her when he didn’t have to.

Katsuki leaned over the table to snatch a flower shaped carrot from her bento and crunched into it. “Don’t mention it, O-cha-ko” he breaks her name into syllables as he smirks right at her.

Ochako could feel her face heat up to the tenth degree.

Having a crush on Bakugou was going to cause her to faint one day!

End

Idk how the hell this thread broke off at first and lost its flow but it’s now fixed and I hope y’all enjoyed the fluffy feels!