Ochako sighed under her breath, looking down at the frilly costume laid before her. She had made sure everyone had been gone before yanking out the pink and teal material out of its plastic wrapping and laying it out on the couch. She would've done this in her room, only she had broken the light bulb the other day practicing with her quirk, and could not find the time to get a new one. She'd have to ask Deku to help her with that later.

'It's fine.' She took a deep breath. 'No one knows I'm still here. They're all out practicing in ground beta. No one's around.'

She had taken no chances, and had extra cautiously locked the door to the common room carefully. They were not going to get in without warning.

She looked down at the costume once more. She had finally found a decent part time job, which offered a relatively high pay, and took up only a small fraction of her free time- a cosplay cafe. She only had to go once a week for an hour and a half. It was a golden deal, and she had taken it almost immediately after encountering this opportunity.

It was time to try and make some money of her own, and it would be a good experience, she guessed.

She had received the costume with much skepticism. But she had to try it on. Tomorrow evening she would not be a hero in training, but cat maid Ochako. She had to practice.

Putting the mini skirt on quickly, and buttoning on the frilly apron daintily, she stopped in front of the large mirror before her. Her eyes lingered for a few seconds on the brown cat ears on the table. She put them on hastily, along with the brown cat tail on her waist.

She began with a simple purring pose, rear sticking out, tail hanging, and hands curling up into a cat paw. She didn't look too bad. Heck, Ochako had to admit she looked pretty cute. She struck a more protruding pose this time, lowering her legs slightly so as to mimick a more sexy angle to the view, as she resumed her cat paws gesture. She slowly began to wag the hanging tail behind her, which swung about clumsily, sliding against her legs. She put on her best cat-ish smile, and then-

"Nyan!"

The door burst open. She jumped, shock coursing through her spine. Realisation had sunk in late, as she swung around clumsily to absorb the absolutely disgusted look Bakugou Katsuki was offering her.

"What the fuck is this?"

'What the fuck had just happened!?' The door was in smithereens, it's hinges blown off completely, and the entrance carpet severely damaged.

She had been seen.

She had been fucking seen.

What. The. Fuck.

Bakugou was still hovering near the doorway, crimson eyes widened and expression contorted in evident disgust and disdain. His brow read 'What the fuck did I just see', and his body was completely rigid.

Uraraka was frozen at the spot.

"Uhmm..." Her voice was unsteady and cracking.

"The fuck are you doing, round face?" Bakugou's eyes narrowed, yet his voice was steely and cold.

"Uh... You know... Uhh..." Ochako struggled to explain her situation properly without succumbing to her nervous breakdown of embarrassment. Her eyes flickered upwards to meet Bakugou's.

They were deep red. And although his expression betrayed nothing but disgust, his eyes held a slight glint. A glint of amusement.

'Kill me now.'

"Please don't tell anyone." She found herself pleading desperately. "Honestly Bakugou, you must think I'm weird and-"

"You're fucking weird and disgusting.' He clarified for her.

"Oh thanks." She winced a little. "But please!' She clapped her palms together, and rushed towards him pleasingly. He backed away instinctively, as if she were some sort of dirty cockroach.

"Fuck off. Get away from me."

"Bakugou, I'm begging you. I can explain this-'

He turned to leave.

Uraraka attempted to heed him by grabbing onto his arms.

"It's for a part time job! I'm supposed to wear this as my uniform! Bakugou-'

"Fucking let go of me, you disgusting shit!" He yanked off her grasp, and left abruptly. Ochako was just about to pursue him, until she realised she could not leave the dormitories in fear of being seen by any other classmates.

'Fuck my life.'

Ochako poked in a cautious head through the doorway. The classroom was as usual, noisy. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Right?

She took a deep breath, and-

"Uraraka?"

"Kyaa-!" She almost choked on her own saliva. "Y-Yeah?!"

Jiro stared at her weirdly, bag slung over her back, absorbing her rather exaggerated reaction.

"What's wrong?"

"NOTHING!" She exploded, and rushed into the classroom. She could feel the class's attention on her, due to her rather noisy entrance. She flinched as she plopped her bag down at her desk, trembling.

"Good morning, Uraraka." Iida was as composed as ever, yet his expression showed bewilderment. Midoriya was also sneaking a look at her, from the other corner of the classroom. Uraraka avoided his probing gaze, feeling guilty, but also trying her best to keep away from the boy sitting in front of him. She did not want to do anything to provoke him, after all.

"Hello, Iida." She nodded breathlessly, as Midoriya moved towards her slowly, confused.

Her eyes travelled around the classroom warily, trying to catch any sort of weird behaviour displayed by her classmates.

Nothing.

She let out a held breath.

"Are you ok, Uraraka?" She turned to Midoriya's worried face, and offered him the brightest smile.

She was being stupid. Bakugou was, after all, not someone who would just randomly blurt something embarrassing about someone else. Especially when it involved someone whom he was not interested in. Especially if he didn't really have anyone to blurt to. She laughed inwardly, and sneaked look towards the ash blond boy at the other corner. He had not turned around ever since her entry.

She was being paranoid. She felt relieved.

"Yeah, of course!"

"Uraraka, if you have the time to annoy Iida in front of you, why don't you make yourself useful and distribute these handouts around the classroom?" It was an order, not really a question.

Uraraka jumped, and hurried to collect the pile of sheets on Aizawa's desk, under his irritated eye.

"S-Sorry." She wore a silly smile on her face, still laughing at Iida's childish reaction upon her relentless teasing. Aizawa only scowled back, as she cowered and slipped away. As she moved across the rows of the classroom, a flow of relief filled her chest pleasantly as she absorbed her classmates' usual reactions. Nothing out of the ordinary. Bakugou had definitely told no one. She'd have to thank him later, right? She shuddered, then stopped in front of said Bakugou's desk, hastily grabbing a sheet to lay it on his desk, accidentally kicking his chair in process.

He swung around viciously.

Uraraka's smile slid off her face almost immediately. His crimson eyes met her own.

The glint of amusement had not left his eyes ever since yesterday. She absorbed his gaze, and sucked in a tense breath, recognising a characteristic leer on his face. His expression was cruelly jeering, discreetly hiding this from the confused onlookers.

Then he broke off the gaze abruptly.

'What was that?' Dread had filled Uraraka's chest again. His malicious look was more than enough to tell her he had definitely not forgotten the event yesterday, and she had definitely not been let off.

This was a nightmare. After all, had she been in Bakugou's position, she would've definitely burst into laughter at the spot. His reaction had at least been composed enough, and Ochako knew anyone would find it hard to forget her atrociously cringey behaviour yesterday. She was too naive. Although she did not know Bakugou well enough to predict his exact reaction, she could take an educated guess to deduce he was more than amused. Viciously amused. She would've been had she witnessed this, after all.

'Arghhh!' The embarrassment and humiliation was too much for her to contain anymore, as she flung the papers onto the floor, next to Izuku's feet.

"How did this happen?!" She exploded, then knelt down to collect the sheets with angry breaths.

Then she looked up. The class was staring at her with gaping mouths.

"I didn't think you would dislike handing out sheets this much, Uraraka." Aizawa's voice was icy cold. "I like your attitude." Uraraka froze.

"N-no! It's not like this! I-"

Izuku had knelt down to help her collect the sheets, as she felt the humiliation burning her cheeks, cold sweat slipping off her neck.

She swung around, infuriated and embarrassed, to observe Bakugou's reaction. He had not moved, and had not so much as turned around, though their eyes met once more. His expression was contorted in annoyance, but she could not miss the very same glint of amusement in his red glare.

"Ugh!" She flung the sheets down the floor again. The class was silent. Izuku stared at her, expression completely wiped off his face.

"Uraraka?"

Fuck this.

Izuku was quite confused. Uraraka had kept her usual bubbly conversation to herself for the whole day, and he knew something was bothering her. He couldn't miss her agitated glances back and forth as they walked out the classroom too.

What was bothering her that much?

'We're going to practice a little at ground beta today too. Are you coming?" He asked shyly.

"Oh! I haven't told you guys, right?" She smiled dryly. "I got a part time job. I'd have to go once per week for a few hours. Sorry! I'll go tomorrow!" She clapped her hands together in apology.

"What? Since when?!" Iida questioned rapidly.

"Today's the first time." She grinned.

"What's the job?" Izuku asked curiously. He noticed her eyes subconsciously flick to the floor. She was... hiding something?

"Just a waitress at a cafe." She smiled genuinely. "The pay is great, apparently."

"Waitress?" Iida reacted rather violently, hands gesturing frantically back and forth. Uraraka chuckled a little.

Izuku absorbed her reaction. Suspicious.

Suspicious.

The part time job had been surprisingly enjoyable. The cafe was definitely a fantastic workplace, all of the staff there being kind and friendly. There were a few girls the same age as her, too, and she had enjoyed chatting with them. The customers were also mostly pleasant, with the sole exception of a rather spoilt boy, sitting at a table with his mother. He had scowled at her at first sight, and flipped her off as she attempted to serve them in a friendly manner.

She shuddered.

She had left the kitchen quickly after the end of her shift, and slipped into the changing room, grabbing her brown coat from the perch.

She was about to grab her purple bag too, but it was nowhere to be seen.

What?

She frantically searched through the pile of bags on the shelf. Gone. Gone.

She caught sight of a purple tinge and grabbed it almost immediately, releasing a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to have to go back to the dormitories wearing this maid costume.

She unzipped the bag, and froze.

These weren't her clothes.

She couldn't find her baggy yellow t shirt, or her white shorts. And her shoes, too. Instead, she was staring at an unknown bag belonging to some other girl. Presumably the girl who had grabbed her bag by mistake. The girl with the curly blonde hair.

She had already left. Didn't she change out of her outfit? Didn't she notice?

Ochako froze.

Putting all this aside, she had lost her clothes. She was not about to wear someone else's clothing without their permission, and she was too embarrassed to ask any of the other staff to lend her anything other than this moe costume.

She still had her big Brown coat, after all. It covered most of her dress, and she wasn't too afraid of going outside, as long as she could rush back to U.A quickly with her quirk.

The problem was within the dormitory grounds. She had no idea how to get to her dormitory without being seen. She'd have to sneak in from the back, and float to her window, then...

She left the cafe in a hurry.

Bakugou couldn't take that suffocating environment of merriness anymore. He had left Kirishima with the others, with the attempt to cool off his headache by taking a stroll around the dormitories in the dark. Fuck them and their happiness. What was so funny to have them screech in laughter like a bunch of primitive monkey shits?

He longed to blast their voice boxes into oblivion. They were so fucking noisy. Someone had to shut them up somehow.

He heard a shuffle ahead of him. His glare hardened, stance adapted into a offensive one. Whoever that may be, he was going to blast the shit out of them. Or it. He wasn't going to control his temper after this shitty day.

His eyes could make out a faint shadow amongst the walls of the dormitory. It was... floating?

It shot down to the floor almost instantly. He heard a muffled 'ow!'. Female, huh?

He was about to move away in annoyance, disappointed it wasn't some idiot of a sellotape guy that he could bully. Then he froze.

The figure was a maid. A cat maid to be specific. To be more specific, a round faced cat maid.

"What the fuck."

Round face looked almost as traumatized. She had released a tiny 'eeep!', and had shrunk to the wall, face reflecting pure horror.

"The fuck are you doing? So now you decided to go cosplaying in the woods rather than in the dormitory, right?" His tone was utterly disgusted, but he was inwardly amused. About to burst into malicious laughter, if anything. She was pathetic, and humiliated.

The very fact was enough to make him burst into haughty jeering.

"N-no! Why?" She began to whine, as Bakugou absorbed her horror in satisfaction. "Why is it you again?"

"What the fuck do you mean by Me again? You wanna die, bitch-"

Both of then froze.

They could hear the faint laughter at proximity. He recognised the annoying electric pikachu's voice. They were approaching them. And there was no time to invent an excuse or to escape without them noticing.

He'd rather die than being recognised and found with the round face by the noisy shitheads. His brain whirred in anger and frustration.

'This bitch!' The round face was cowering in a corner, without the slightest indication of forming any counter plan.

This was why Bakugou hated stupid people.

"Get up!" He hissed, yanking her arm up roughly. "Get the fuck up and listen to what I say."

"What?"

"Shut up and keep your voice down!" He yelled. Uraraka winced at his sudden volume, and snorted at the irony. "Fucking use your quirk to float both you and me up the dormitory building!"

"I've tried already! None of the windows are open!"

"Shut up and do it!" He yelled again, voice tense and clipped.

Uraraka understood his distress immediately, and could hear the footsteps approaching them at an alarming speed. She touched Bakugou's arm and her own quickly, and floated herself, hauling Bakugou with her, as he released tiny explosions to propel themselves up the building.

"Right side!" He hissed. "Go down one storey, you're going too high. Fuck! Can't you tell left to right? I said fucking right, you bitch! Fucking towards that tree over there!"

Uraraka winced at his low volume yelling, and did as she was told hastily. They could hear the boys directly under them, as she stopped at the directed window Bakugou was so eagerly looking for. The window was closed. She looked at Bakugou expectingly.

Then she froze, absorbing his expression with shock and horror coursing through her spine.

"Damn, where did Bakugou go off to? We were just getting to the good part of the story too..."

"Don't know... He was pretty pissed though..."

Ochako could recognise the voices- Sero and Kirishima. She heard the grinding of Bakugou's teeth, as he moved to adapt a different stance midair.

"Uh... Bakugou..? I don't think you-"

"Move back, ugly bitch."

"Stop-"

A blast. The shattering of glass. Ochako felt herself get flung into the room, and landing on her back onto the hard floor. It was completely dark, and silent.

"What was that?" Kirishima's voice could be heard faintly.

"Damn. I think Bakugou's window just exploded."

"He needs to keep his anger issues under control, you know..?" Kaminari was struggling not to laugh.

She could feel heat beside her right hand, as Bakugou's palms ignited.

"That little shit..." He spat through clenched teeth. "I'll fucking kill him. I'll fucking kill them all."

'What had just happened?' Ochako was struggling to process the information. "He blasted his window, threw me in, and now we're both hiding in his windowless room'

Her mouth was agape, her expression stupid and dumb.

"You got a death wish, shitty bitch? The fuck are you looking at?!"

...

What had just happened?

That's it! I hope you liked the chapter (it was pretty long)! Sorry about all the swearing... Please leave a review!

Thanks for reading!