Let It Go & Fall ~ a Live Tweeting #Kacchako Drabble. [A Thread]

A rogue autumn leaf touched down on Ochako’s forehead, and she blew it away, fighting a blush. It had been the picture of a perfect day -- moderate weather, a pleasant walk to class with Tsu, not a single pop quiz.

And then this happened.

She wriggled, a jagged branch scratching the back of one of her legs and she winced. Reaching over her head, she grabbed for the tree she hung from in an attempt to free herself.

Instead, she slipped further, the hem of her top riding up her stomach and she leaned forward, keeping the fabric -- and her dignity -- in place.

How on earth could she have gotten stuck in a tree?

It wasn’t like she hadn’t trained her quirk millions of times before.

She was comfortable with her power, understood her limits & pushed them appropriately.

She was better than this.

Still, she was hanging from the small tether that was the back of her shirt and if the last hour had anything to say, she was apparently trapped until she stripped.

And she would rather die than fall topless out of a tree in the courtyard just outside the Height’s Alliance.

Footsteps sounded from behind her and her worst nightmare became a reality.

But maybe it was someone who wouldn’t embarrass her.

That was possible, right? Maybe it was Iida on his way back from the library or maybe Tsu had been texting her and came to find her when she hadn’t responded? Even Todoroki would be fine at this point;

The only way he would tell anyone was if he’d said it nonchalantly without realizing she would melt into the floor in shame.

She could survive that, though, right?

All she wanted was for it to not be--

“Oi.”

A whiny sigh escaped her lips and she wilted, dangling.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou’s harsh voice cut through the breezy evening air as he stepped into her view.

He was fresh from training, as she knew he would be.

His hair was weighted from sweat, curling over his forehead a little more than usual and his bag was tossed leisurely over his shoulder.

He raised an expectant brow.

She looked away, choosing to study a swirl of lines on a tree branch instead of making any sort of eye contact.

“I’m stuck,” she squeaked -- to her utmost horror.

There was a beat of silence and then he scoffed a laugh.

“Tch,” he clicked. “Are you serious, Cheeks?”

“Don’t make fun of me!”

“Oh, c’mon,” he said. “You really can’t blame me.”

She crossed her arms across her chest, still avoiding his gaze as she slowly rotated from the bend of the branch that held her in place.

“I can and I will.”

“You could have called me, you know,” he said, a little quieter now.

She whimpered internally. “I’d rather die.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he snapped. “Why are you being so fucking weird?”

“Because!”

Her eyes locked on him, the jarring turn drawing up her shirt a bit more, revealing her naval and she covered it with her arms, fisting her hands at her hips. “I am stuck in a tree!”

He snorted. “So?”

“Who would want their boyfriend to find them like this?!” she yelled down at him, turning her neck to follow him as she spun at a dramatic and, frankly, degrading pace. “It’s humiliating!”

His eyes narrowed, frowning.

“Ochako, I’ve seen you naked.”

“Agh!!” she blurted. “Quiet! Someone will hear you!”

He sighed, the buried, exasperated sound crossing the space between them like a punch and she felt the sting of tears pinching behind her eyes.

“Do you want me to get you down or not?” he asked finally.

She reached up to press away the childish tears that added to her embarrassment only for her shirt to slide further up her middle.

“Eep!” she squealed, returning her hold over her midriff, trying desperately to keep it in place.

Bakugou stepped beneath her, his neck craned to look straight up at her.

“Just let it go and fall.”

“No!”

“There’s nobody else around. It’s fine.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I literally do know,” he growled, and she could hear his patience thinning. “I’m the one down here who can see that there are, in fact, no people around.”

She focused, taking one slow, deep breath and then another before groaning.

“How am I supposed to get back to my room?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“My shirt.”

“What?!”

“You asked,” he said abruptly. “Now, hurry up already. I need to shower.”

“And yet you want me to wear your shirt,” she grumbled under her breath, her face pinched into a scowl.

After a deep, preparatory inhale, she looked down to see him waiting with wide, if not annoyed, eyes and slightly extended arms.

“Don’t catch me!”

“Wasn’t gonna!”

Then in one swift movement, she raised her hands straight above her head and she slipped, peeling out of her shirt by means of the force that was supposed to be her ally. She tumbled, through the small layer of branches that kept her from free air, the harsh bark scratching along

her side and she bit back a brief yelp.

And then she landed against a very familiar chest, two arms wrapped tight around her to stow the painful impact the ground would have undoubtedly given her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding as much skin as possible.

“I told you not to catch me.”

“I told you I wasn’t going to.” Bakugou smirked down at her, his eyes glinting at her compromised state. “I changed my mind.”

“I hate you,” she humphed.

A barking laugh spit from his mouth and she latched a hand over it, glaring at him until he shook his head to tell her he was done.

Her feet returned to the finely manicured lawn of UA with the small dip of his arms and she patted off her shorts before reaching out a hand

too close to his face.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled.

He took off his training shirt in one quick tug of its neck over his shoulder and offered it. She snatched it from him, pivoting away from him to slip it over her head.

Not a second after the thin, black fabric touching down on her hips, two hands slipped around her waist, tugging her back a step.

“I kind of like you in my shirt,” he said into her ear.

She slapped at his arm, but there was no bite left in her once she felt him against her.

Reclining her head against his chest, she sighed.

“Can we get some mochi?” she asked, not bothering to care that she was whining after her traumatic experience.

“Mmm,” he hummed, planting a kiss into her shoulder. “Have you done your homework?”

She was quiet and then, “No.”

“I’ll make you something after we do it,” he said, pulling back so she could look up at him over her shoulder. “Deal?”

"I guess," she pouted.

He dropped his arms, giving her a swift pat on the ass that sent her stuttering forward. He walked alongside her as she glared at him and when they reached the front doors of their dorms she grabbed his wrist. He stopped, turning to her with a raised brow.

She stepped into his space, rising up on her toes to place a soft peck on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

He huffed through his nose, lifting a hand to tousle her hair.

“Let’s go.”

They stepped into the common room, the presence of the class lightening the air between them as they headed straight for the elevators. However, they didn’t notice the pauses of conversation or the turning heads as they passed.

And then a lone voice called out.

"Bakugou! Why aren't you wearing a shirt?!"

---THE END

I wrote this live on Google Docs & didn't make any edits upon completion to solidify the memory of it. It was really fun! Thanks everyone who watched and anyone reading this thread