You Got This? #kacchako
(a SFW #kacchakothread)

Uraraka’s cheeks warmed just thinking about it. It was almost as if she was in the middle of the gym, dusk in the air as explosions were sounding off around them….not her, simply sitting in the courtyard at school.

She should have been on her toes.

She should have known.*

“Get your head out of the clouds.” A notebook fell flat across her forehead. “Keep this up and we’re gonna get hell from Aizawa.”

A deep crimson painted embarrassment across her face. Uraraka prayed that he wouldn’t move the notebook to reveal her in this state. Her heart was racing, pumping faster than she would be able to explain away so she hoped for just a few more seconds of cover.

“Tch, you’re not acting like yourself,” he hissed. The bound papers slid down her forehead. Before he was able to pull away, she covered herself with her arms. “Uh...Cheeks?”

There was no way to persuade her to uncover herself. Not while heat burned her skin. Unfortunately, the out of character reaction to being scolded set off more alarms than her flushed face ever could.

Fingers curled around her wrists as he made an attempt to pry her arms away from her face. A slit formed between her forearms but she kept her head down. “Cheeks...You’ve been acting weird since our team sparring session….What giv–”

Uraraka looked up, flecks of gold peeking out between her arms.

He stopped, hands tracing the length of her arms and hovering over her elbows. "If you don't want to tell me what's bothering you, at least tell Deku."

Involving more people would be humiliating.

"We should have knocked those losers out easily."

Explaining would mean confessing.

"I can't believe that brainwashing gen-ed pulled one over on you. How the fuck did he—"

"Sh-shinsou…" her voice sounded like it could shatter at any moment. Arms fell and she gripped herself around the waist. "He. He used your….voice."

"Hah?!" Bakugou threw the notebook down on the bench.

"How could my voice…" the question trailed off as he noticed just how much she squirmed.

"I...um…it might have been because of…."

He watched as she tucked loose hair behind her ear before smacking her face with an open palm.

The more he stared the redder she became, so he sat down next to her.

"You think you can say it?"

Bakugou's voice was softer than normal, still full of grit, but gentler.

Light wind blew leaves around them. She focused on the rustling and not the lack of distance between them. "You, uh...Shinsou…"

A rough finger drew a curved line down her temple and placed her hair back behind her ear, but it didn't end there.

Three more fingers raked the hair down to the nape of her neck.

Uraraka's skin seared where he'd touched it, butterflies stormed inside her while his hand left her hair.

"He told you to kiss me, ya'know."

Her lashes fluttered upwards, head wiping to face him. "HE WHAT?!"

Bakugou's hand carefully pushed her hair back behind her shoulder as he avoided her gaze. He sucked in a sharp breath and tipped his head up. "Yea, I was so pissed that I blasted him pretty good and that's why Deku had Pinkie and Dunceface pinned down. They told him to do it."

"Did I…" a rock formed in her throat. She hadn't known that Bakugou and Midoriya had done any of that. They must have lost on the technicality that Uraraka was already deep in hypnosis. Her team must have hesitated for too long. "Must be glad I didn't kiss you then."

Uraraka tried to chuckle. Forced herself to smile awkwardly.

Blond brows furrowed. "We didn't want you doing anything without your consent."

Every single emotion bubbled in the pit of her stomach. She felt as if feelings would spill from her mouth if she dared to open it, so she shut it tight and tried not to allow further embarrassment.

"Not that I would have minded...kissing you, that is."

Again, she looked up to him but this time he was every familiar shade of red that she was. Jaw was clenched. Eyes averted. Bakugou was embarrassed.

"Wait, what?!"

Now it was Bakugou's turn to have trouble with words. He thought about how to deflect the rejection and the blame.

"Raccoon Eyes has this theory that I like you, so she convinced Sparky to trick that hypnosis freak into having you kiss me to prove her point."

That didn't explain why he used Bakugou's voice, or why he touched her in such an intimate way.

"But, he used your voice to catch me. Your voice calling out my name. /Ochako./ That's how he got me."

"I don't—"

Their eyes locked, both sitting atop a dust of blush and terrified expressions.

"I...um" she stuttered, hoping to grasp the words. "I know you don't call people by their name. But it made me excited so I answered and—"

"Ochako?"

A breath stopped halfway down her throat. "Y-yes?"

"Can I…" His eyes shifted from one honeyed iris to the next. "Could I kiss you?"

"Y-yes."

A strong hand combed her hair back once more, resting on neck as if it belonged there. His thumb rubbed her jaw while he hesitated to crane over her.

For a moment they bobbed their heads from side to side trying miserably to choose who would tilt their face. So they both did.

Lips ghosted over each other as if holding onto their last lingering, humiliating moment before pressing lightly.

It was softer, kinder than anything Uraraka could have dreamed of. His mouth parted against hers as fingers curled in her hair. It was almost as if they were both enjoying it.

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