A/N: I'm trying to write more kacchako drabbles and I'll try to collect them all here. It's kind of hard to find inspiration but I'll try to challenge a number of drabble prompts. Also, a reviewer from my last fic inspired me to consider writing a bnha multi-chapter fic so I'd like to challenge that sometime soon in the near future (kacchako-centric, of course, because I'm a piece of kacchako trash).

Summary: A collection of kacchako/bakuraka drabbles – Prompt 01: "How long has it been?" – "He is all fire and all brimstone and she thinks to herself that she doesn't mind if she's caught in his hellfire"

Disclaimer: I don't own Boku no Hero Academia, Horikoshi Kohei does. This drabble prompt is not mine each, it was created by myquantumtheory on tumblr.

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Prompt 01: "How long has it been?"

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Ochako awakes with a snort, her head shooting up from the table as she tries to focus her dizzy gaze on the surrounding mosaic of blurred shapes around her.

"Sleep well?" A sharp voice – entirely sarcastic and antagonistic – cuts through her drowsiness and despite being half-asleep it didn't take long for her to figure out whom the voice belonged to.

"Bakugou-kun?" She calls out drowsily, blinking in his direction as her vision zoomed in to focus on the angry scowl stretched across his face.

"W-wha…how long has it been?" She asks, quickly wiping away the stream of drool from her chin and looking around for a clock. Bakugou clicks his tongue impatiently and as she rubs at her eyes and turns to look back to him, she realizes that he's glaring pointedly at her from across the table.

"Long enough," he snaps as he pushes his chair back and rises to his feet. "You better be fucking done with your half of the assignment by the time I get back."

"W-wait, what? Where are you going?"

"Dinner!" He calls out, promptly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sagging pants. He doesn't bother to turn and look back at her as he shuffles down the row of books and disappears from her sight. In that moment, Ochako remembers that she had been paired with Bakugou for their Japanese history research assignment and that they were currently at the school library. Judging from what he had said and the stack of books and papers piled on his side of the table, she reasons that he had already finished his portion of the work while she had barely started her own.

Her lips thin into a small frown. She was disappointed with herself at falling asleep when she had work to do but also knew full well that the all-nighter she had pulled the night before to study for her English final exam was to blame. She wonders why Bakugou hadn't bothered to wake her up but figures that maybe he didn't care enough or was too busy with his own work.

I have to pull myself together! She chastises herself, slapping her already pink cheeks in an attempt to shake herself awake.

With a nod she sets down to work, cracking open her textbook and notebook. She starts off with gusto; her pencil flying across the page as she begins taking lines and lines of notes but soon enough the fog of drowsiness returns. It swirls through her veins and settles into the marrow of her bones. The names and dates of historical events and figures swim and merge together before her eyes as her mind ebbs and flows between the shores of consciousness and unconsciousness. The flat plane of the table beckons her, inviting her to rest her drowsy head and relent to a few minutes – no, not even, just a couple seconds – of sleep.

Yea, a little bit of sleep can't hurt, she manages to convince herself as her head slowly drops to the table and her eyelids slide shut.

Just a little bit…

She jumps awake with a gasp for the second time that day and blearily looks around the library only to notice that it is nighttime and all the other tables are deserted.

"Bakug-."

"I already finished everything," he interrupts roughly, and her shoulders slump at the increased stack of papers on his side. Her eyes swim with bitter tears of disappointment at herself – because she was not this kind of student – and she hurriedly tries to wipe them away before her partner notices.

"Wait…"

Too late, she realizes.

"Are you fucking crying?"

She can't bring herself to answer him and instead, turns to look away.

"Why the fuck are you crying?!"

"You should've woken me up," she chokes out, but immediately regrets it. She doesn't mean to blame him – it was her fault after all – but her mind was a churning sea of stress and disappointment and unfortunately he was the only person nearby to take the brunt of it. His gaze softens as he realizes this and lets out a sigh before easing his tone.

"Why would I wake you up when I already know you didn't sleep last night?" He reasons, looking away from her and absent-mindedly flipping through textbook pages.

She blinks in surprise. "W-wha…how did you know?"

He frowns impatiently, clearly not in the mood to explain, and nods his head half-heartedly in the direction of the opposite table.

"I was sitting opposite of you last night," he explains, "you were just too busy to notice me."

"So…the reason you didn't wake me up…?"

He scoffs. "Why would I bother working with someone sleep-deprived. Fuck that shit. It's faster just doing it myself."

Her heart immediately warms at his words – because underneath the curses this was his twisted way of showing that he cared. She can tell he's embarrassed as he suddenly gains a newfound interest in smoothing out each of the creases on the page in front him and ardently works to avoid her gaze. His language was just as sharp and prickly as the blonde spikes of his hair but his actions always betrayed him. He was rage incarnate, all bark and all bite, but as she looks to the tall stack of notes and textbooks she is reminded that that's not all he is.

"Kacchan, thank you!" She gets up from her seat and rushes to his side before throwing her arms around him, "you tsundere, you!" She teases him and his face goes red from his childhood nickname.

"Call me 'Kacchan' one more fucking time!" He threatens, but she giggles as the blush quickly rising in his cheeks takes away from any of the intimidation factor. "I'll fucking end you! And what the shit is a 'chindere'?!"

She laughs at his butchered pronunciation and at the flustered look in his eyes. "Tsun, tsun, tsun," she continues to tease him, poking him in his side and drawing out an aggravated string of curses mixed with pleas to "fucking stop it!".

"Uraraka," his voice is suddenly serious and she stops as he abruptly grips her wrist. She lifts her eyes to meet his and her blush grows at the sharp intensity of his golden eyes and at the proximity of their intermingling breathes. "If you're gonna tease me, then do it fucking right."

Before she could ask him what he means, he's already pulled her down towards him and their lips collide as she melts into his lap. He drinks her in hungrily; their lips parting and crashing back together like frothy waves pounding against a shoreline. She can feel the rising heat of his body against her own and tastes the smoldering embers of passion in the meeting of their lips. He is all fire and all brimstone and she thinks to herself that she doesn't mind if she's caught in his hellfire, as he demands more of her. His heated, greedy lips slide down the milky column of her neck and she grants him more access as she rolls her head back before gasping at the time blinking from the digital clock plastered on the wall.

"1 am?!" She immediately pulls away from Bakugou, who lets out a displeased growl from the loss of physical contact, "just how long has it been?!"

She lets out a surprised squeak as his strong arms wind around her waist but giggles as he leans into her and half-snarls into her ear, "not fucking long enough."

And as he pulls her deeper into his embrace, she can't help but agree.

A/N: Please read and review! I love all constructive criticism! I'm trying to improve the speed at which I write so I can churn our more material but hopefully the quality doesn't suffer as a result. It's an ongoing work in process but any feedback is greatly appreciated!