Katsuki glared down at the her, ignoring how the pinks, oranges, and yellows of the sunset casted a warm glow on her smooth skin. She stared back up into his ruby eyes. She seemed determined to ask him something when she had asked him to meet her on the roof of the school, which was definitely off limits to most students, after school ended. He had been shocked to say the least, though he didn't dare show it on his face when she had almost demanded that he be there on the roof right after they got out of their last class. He had no fucking clue as to why he decided to comply. Could it be he had a soft spot growing in his heat for the bubbly girl?

No.

There was absolutely no way in hell he liked her. He hated her round, angelic face and her soft looking chocolate hair. He hated the way she was so full of life and happiness it seemed every single day. He hated how she wasn't afraid to stand up to him, how she proved herself worthy of fighting him. He hated how whenever he was near her he smelled hints of Dahlia petals that reminded him of his mother's garden. She was definitely like a Dahlia. Bright and showy and beautiful. Fuck. However now there was an the added scent of sugary bubblegum that she chewed on almost nervously. Was she ever going to fucking say something, or was she going to stare at him all day? Finally she opened her pink glossed lips in the start of a sentence.

"Bakugo I..." She trails off, her voice sounding hesitant and almost confused. She let out a sigh. She moved her brown eyes away from him, training them on the setting sun. How long had he found her this enticing? Since their fight at the tournament? He pushed the thought out of his head. He definitely didn't find her enticing or attractive or interesting. Besides, she wasn't his to be interested in. She moved to stand on her tiptoes, leaning a bit closer to him. Whatever she planned on doing was tossed to the side however as she lowered herself back down.

He looked at her curiously. "What the hell did you call me here for?" He grumbled out. Was she going to try what he thought she was going to try? She let out another sigh.

"What do you do when someone you love doesn't love you back." She breathed out. How ironic. She was most likely talking about that green haired idiot. It had been fairly obvious to just about everyone that she had fallen hard of Deku. Everyone but him it seemed. He let out an arrogant snort.

"You get the fuck over it and move on." He said, rather rudely. She sent him a sad look. Fuck. Whenever she looked at him he could feel himself start to melt. He mentally shook it off however. "Don't look at me like that, it's solid fucking advice round-face." Advice he couldn't seem to take himself.

She just shook her head. "But what if you'd really fallen head over heals for the person." She took a step closer to him, almost close enough to brush against him. Instinctively he took a step back.

"Is that why you called me here? To talk about your hopeless crush on Deku?" He sneered at her. He's taken aback a moment when she sends him an odd look, her brown brows knitting together in confusion.

"You think I'm talking about-" She shakes her head again, her short hair flying. "No.. I.. It's just." She goes to stand on her tip toes again, leaning into him. He looks at her confused, though he finally realized what she was trying to do.

She was trying to fucking kiss him.

His eyes widened in surprise, though like before it went nowhere. She lowered herself to flat feet again.

"Never mind, Sorry for bothering you." She mumbled. Her head hung a little as she started to walk towards the stairs that led back down. His mind raced with a million thoughts at once. Ochako Uraraka, the girl who had seemed so hopelessly in love with his enemy from day one, had tried to kiss him. Twice. Before he could think of what he was doing, he grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her back towards him. He leaned down, connection his lips with her soft ones, his eyes closing. She reacted with surprise at first, though she eventually began to kiss back, relaxing a bit as she did so.

He could smell her better at such a close proximity. The fragrant smell of Dalia petals and sickly sweet bubblegum mixed, it intoxicated him, she intoxicated him. He wanted more. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. The gum was gone, she probably swallowed it. The thought almost made him laugh. Even though it was gone, the taste of the sugary gum lingered in her mouth. It made his mouth tingle. That's what she was. Bubblegum. Sugary sweet, almost to the point of being a little nauseating. Eventually, he pulled away and opened his eyes to look at the girl. She stared back, panting heavily.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fucking do that." He breathed out. Somewhere along the line, one of his hands had found it's way to her waist, his other hand still wrapped around her wrist. The hand the wasn't held by his grasp gripped his shoulder. Her face had turned a dark shade of pink, darker than it normally was. He had her in his hands, this bubblegum girl. And he'd be damned if he let anyone take her away.

[Based on Bubblegum by Clairo

I imagine the song would be from Ochako's perspective however the oneshot is from Bakugo's

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