Spawned from a conversation about Ochako's Comet Homerum, and using Kirishima as a bat. Go to the discord for fun times: usual url start plus with the https discord. gg /Jeuubvv

It started with a quiet conversation out of earshot from the common room.

Bakugou was busy digging through the pantry for his favorite snack, ghost pepper chips.

"Alright, got 'em. This is the last fuckin' time I share my stash Kiri…" he stopped short. His friend no longer at the counter where he'd plopped down just minutes prior.

Over the small din of other classmates in the lounge area, Bakugou was drawn to subtle whispers from the hall near the elevators.

"...I totally understand if you don't want to. The girls and I were just sitting and talking about it, just havin' a laugh, ya know? But I thought it would be really cool to actually do that with you. But I know we're not close or anything, so if it seems, like, weird, or awkward we don't have to..." he heard as he crept in the direction of his wayward friend.

What the fuck was this?

"Hey, relax Uraraka, i gotcha. I totally want to." Kirishima said with quiet cheer.

What the fuck?

"Really?"

"Of course! It can be our secret thing! It'll be so rad." Kirishima sounded like he was ready to explode with excitement.

"Great! I'm looking forward to it. Thanks, Kirishima!"

What is going on?

"You bet!"

"Did you know the girls were calling us the Sunshine Couple? Ha! They're gonna flip when they find out!"

"No way?! Damn, us dudes miss out on all the good stuff." He laughed, "So, when you wanna do this? Where?"

"Uhh...tomorrow, six sound good? And, of course, if you like it, we can try it more, like different ways, or whatever. Heh. How 'bout Ground Beta? We can probably get away with stuff there."

"Alright, sounds good! I can swing it. See you tomorrow then."

"Yes! Alright, night Kirishima."

"Night Uraraka."

Bakugou stood his ground as his friend came back around the corner. Kirishima stopped dead in his tracks, a momentary look of surprise on his face, before a sharp toothy grin broke across his lips.

"What the fuck was that about?" Bakugou questioned with heat.

"What are you talkin' about?" Kirishima dodged.

"That shit with Round Face! Why would that Deku loving dumbass be interested in you?"

Kirishima's grin faltered into confusion.

Interested?

"Uh...even if she did like him, being in love doesn't make you a dumbass, man. It's pretty manly to show how you feel. 'Sides, I'm quality dating material. Why wouldn't she be interested in me." Kirishima announced, tugging on either side of his collar and dropping it like a finishing flourish of a masterpiece.

"Nah, no, no, not with her. She always has stupid fucking googly eyes for Deku, hangs on his every word, does everything with him and Glasses in class. It already doesn't make any damn sense for someone like her to like a nerd like him, but now you? What the fuck?!"

Growing more thoughtful, Kirishima quirked his head to the side, his grin turning into something more...conniving. Bakugou narrowed is eyes.

"Sounds like you know a lot about what Uraraka's doin', maybe yo..."

"Shit-for-brains, if you know what's good for you, you won't finish that damn sentence." Bakugou challenged with a small flash of his quirk, "I just make it a point to know my enemies, and that girl is at the top of my shit list."

"Uhuh. Well, we're not doing anything. Just...training." Kirishima offered, "...anywho, I'm not feelin' too snacky anymore. I gotta make sure I get some rest for tomorrow. Night Bakugou." Kirishima waved with a glint in his eye.

Training my ass… Bakugou thought as he plopped down at the counter to snack.

"Yeh, night."

"I just don't fuckin' get it man. You and Uraraka?" Bakugou lamented, swiveling in his chair, drumming his pencil across his desk. Kirishima had been answering some derivative of this question all day, it was time to go in for the kill, or this would never end.

"You still on this? Seriously think about what you're saying. You tellin' me you don't think about those big brown eyes, and thick, petite, body, and how she looks when she's holding something massive to wreck things with?" Kirishima stated while scrolling through his phone to check a message from Uraraka.

Bakugou snapped his pencil.

Kirishima continued, setting out the bait, "I mean, I think it, and I try my hardest not to make the girls uncomfortable. Cause we all know Mineta scams on 'em enough for all of us. We'd have a seriously hostile living situation on our hands if we all followed those...stray thoughts." He finished, perking up his eyebrows suggestively at Bakugou.

"But what you said last night made sense. I never realized I had a thing for her, ya know? And yeh, she might like Deku," he shrugged, watching Bakugou gnash his teeth at the mention of their green haired compadre. "...so I'm thinking this is my only in. The manliest thing I can think to do is just let Uraraka know what I think about her, and see where it goes from there." He lied, seeing the hackles on Bakugou raise that much further, hook line and sinker.

Kirishima briefly wondered if his body would be found as coarse, medium, or fine textured ash were Bakugou fully aware of his feelings.

Staring intently at his notebook, Bakugou grabbed a sharpener and began twisting his pencil inside aggressively to get a second point on the broken end, making every attempt to internally rid himself of the portrait Kirishima painted of Uraraka and the thought that Kirishima thought he had a shot with her.

Kirishima didn't know what he was asking for. Uraraka wasn't just some random ball of sunshine like everyone thought. She watched Bakugou - probed for his weaknesses, pulled them apart and tore it open to force him to look. And everything she did, she did to try to get up on his level.

She was trying to make a comeback after the festival, after everything that happened last year, and he'd be ready for her.

He wanted to destroy Uraraka. Wreck her so hard she never bothered him again, and finally fill the need to settle things with her for real.

Watching Bakugou stew from the floor of the room, Kirishima desperately tried not to laugh at the ease with which his friend seemed to slide away to another place at the mention of Uraraka. Confounded with how he'd never noticed his dearest friend's pining. But he completely understood how Bakugou could perceive it as an extension of his hatred.

The problem would be getting Bakugou to admit that he was, in fact, pining.

How to set things in motion...

Hrmm...

Like lightning striking his spikes, Kirishima glanced at his phone with an idea.

Shooting off a quick dm to Uraraka, he stood up, closing his books and casually spreading things out on Bakugou's bed before packing them away. He had to hope it evoked a good enough response.

"I should get going. I'll let you know how it goes! Who knows, maybe I'll have a girl to call my own by the end of the night! Wish me luck!" He snickered, adding fuel to the fire.

"Your fuckin' funeral." Bakugou tsked, emptying the pencil shavings into his garbage bin and then blowing into the blade to clear it, using every muscle in his body to keep from throttling Kirishima.

"Trust, you'll see Bakugou, If she accepts my feelings, we'll be stronger heroes than ever!" He explained as he opened the door to leave, already halfway through it when Bakugou asked, "You're both already strong shit-for-brains, so how does that work?"

Popping his head back in, Kirishima affirmed, "Easy, love makes you wanna grow better together."

"Get the fuck out of here with that shit!" Bakugou yelled, throwing the pencil sharpener so that it hit the door just as Kirishima slammed it shut with a booming laugh.

Stupid Kirishima. Bakugou thought with a huff.

Deciding he was sufficiently ahead on homework for the week, Bakugou sought out his earphones, prepared to sink into some heavy raging bass filled music to clear his mind of Uraraka and Kirishima and whatever the fuck they were going to be doing at Ground Beta.

*buzz buzz*

The faint sound of a vibration caused Bakugou to reach for his phone and flip through the notifications.

"No one texted. What the hell…"

*buzz buzz*

Spinning around, Bakugou's eyes zeroed in on his bed, where the sound was coming from, and got up to find the source.

Flipping the covers revealed a bright red smart phone with a flashing notification bearing Uraraka's name.

"Dumbass left his phone.' Bakugou said to himself, picking it up to inspect.

Thinking he would just message Uraraka back to tell Kirishima he had his phone, he slid open the main screen and the chat window was the first thing to pop up.

The last message from Kirishima reading:

OchaOcha: I'm already here, if you wanna come early.
OchaOcha: I was trying to exercise a bit in case we don't get a "real" workout in. Not that it's not exercise! XD

BigRed: I'm psyched to see you tonight!

OchaOcha: Aw. Really?

Bakugou's grip tightened on the phone, amazed at how casual they both sounded, and how forward and confident Uraraka seemed. It only intensified his idea that Uraraka Ochako was not the sweet and innocent girl that everyone made her out to be. It was a side only he thought he had seen until now, and somehow, Kirishima fucking got it out of her too. Out of the blue. Plus more.

Without ever having fought her for it.

If Kirishima ended up with Uraraka, then Bakugou would never be free until they left U.A. Always tormented by meddlesome, useless, Uraraka.

"Fuck it!" He said, grabbing a gym shirt and heading out after Kirishima to Ground Beta.

"Ah, Kirishima, not like that." Ochako gasped. "You almost hurt me."

"Sorry. Sorry. It's just...a little weird...like this, ya know. Should I...like, do you not want me to bend? Should I just stand still and you can hold me however?"

"Uh...I think...if we do it like this..."

"Haha...that tickles. Ha!"

"Sorry, I thought it would be easier to hold you around the waist."

"You totally just wanna touch my butt."

"Heh...well, I mean, it's not a bad butt. But, no..." There was a pause. "Is this uncomfortable for you, we don't have to do this."

"No, no. I want to. This is...this is gonna be cool, i know it. I'm so ready! Use me Uraraka."

"Aw...thanks for being game for this Kirishima."

"No prob. Come on, bring it in to BigRed!" There was a small giggle from Uraraka.

"Ready?"

"Yes! Totally ready!"

"What the fuck is this?!"

"Bakugou?!" Uraraka jumped, a blush splashing onto her cheeks as she released Kirishima from a bear hug, then turned to Bakugou, jumping into a fighting position out of surprise more than anything. From his place at her side, Kirishima's smile went from dim to full wattage at the realization that his plan was playing out as he hoped. Bakugou had followed.

Bakugou on the other hand, noted how both teens were completely clothed, and yet Uraraka looked like the only one caught doing something she wasn't suppose to.

"I brought you your stupid phone Kirishima." Bakugou said while not actually looking at Kirishima, to busy eyeing Uraraka from head to toe with a scowl.

Last he checked, hugging wasn't training. And fuck if it didn't sound like something more than that too.

Despite what it looked like, Ochako seemed primed for a fight.

Maybe it was nothing after all.

"You wouldn't do shit from that stance if I were a villain Cheeks. Riot over there can't do shit for you with your quirk either. Your training seems as useless as your final move at the festival, not quite on the mark." He said, sneering as he threw Kirishima his phone.

Uraraka clenched her fists, fuming as she turned to meet Kirishima's eyes momentarily before glaring back at Bakugou.

Kirishima panicked a tiny bit, forgetting momentarily that Uraraka should've been considered a little more deeply in his plan, he hadn't thought of what to do if she didn't react at all to anything that Bakugou did or said, or reacted poorly.

Shit.

"Can't do shit?! Useless?! Excuse you "King-Explosion-Murder", but how about you put your money where your mouth is and come at me now, then we'll see who's not quite on the mark." She said, palms out, padded fingers flexing toward her, calling him forward.

"What about our training?" Kirishima threw in for good measure, if only to remind them he was there.

"There's not much to it, right!? I guess it's a practical try out instead. Go when I tag you cause it's gonna be quick!"

She said as she activated her quirk on herself and jumped up the walls of the buildings they were sandwiched between in the same style of Deku's famous electric leaps.

"Roger!" Kirishima yelled after her.

"What, can't fuckin' win on your own? Gotta use backup?!" Bakugou seethed, setting off a burst of explosions to rush after her, blasting his quirk at each spot she landed on the way up.

"Of course Kirishima could be your perfect knight in shining armor, but I didn't take you for someone that needed saving Uraraka!" He growled out, palms ready to catch her in a blaze as they scaled closer to the top of the buildings.

"Sorry! No damsel here!" She yelled back in a rush, "Thank you again though, Bakugou, for staying on me! You made it too easy!"

"What?"

And where he thought she was trying to escape to the roofs, she instead lept onto the wall and pushed off into a swift corkscrew kick, rotating herself downward to drop directly above him.

"Release!" She yelled, her full weight and momentum returning to come down hard on Bakugou with her feet pushing into his sternum.

He fucked up! He'd been too close.

And they plummeted, then crashed.

Kirishima, having backed just centimeters out of the impact zone, stumbled a bit with the hit as dust and debris flared up around him. His quirk already active to avoid the chunks of brick Bakugou dislodged from the buildings, Uraraka quickly righted herself and tagged him with hers.

With the breath knocked right out of him, Bakugou heaved as he stood. Quickly regaining his bearings, Bakugou turned to see Kirishima less than a meter away with his hard-mode activated and held aloft by Uraraka as if she were a baseball player stepping up to bat. It was exactly the picture Kirishima had described back in the dorm.

With a smile so dazzling, it looked like it could cut Bakugou on sight, Kirishima waved, grabbing Bakugou's attention.

"What the fuck?"

"Sorry Bakugou." Kirishima's voice rang out as Uraraka, brows set something fierce, drew the hardened Kirishima back - and then swung.

"It's a Red Riot Homerun!"

The next day...

"Ha! No guys, for real, you shoulda seen it, you'da thought we'd transformed into Deku, that's how confused his face was!"

"No way?!" Ashida gaped with a gleeful smile, while Kaminari and Sero beamed at each other.

"Yes! It was amazing, Uraraka was so fast! You can tell she's been studying Deku and Bakugou like crazy - the way she climbed the walls and twisted down like some sort of parkour hero! Right Bakugou!?"

"Bitch got lucky."

"Aw, come on man, don't be like that. Admit it, she got you. And it took less than 3 minutes." Kirishima asserted, throwing a comforting arm over his besties shoulder, as the other boy unraveled the last of the bandages covering his now healed scrapes.

"I ain't sayin' shit. Get the fuck off me." He said, pushing at Kirishima and snatching his textbook up to get back to studying. He wasn't gonna let this little setback drive him to his room like some coward.

"It's okay, at least you validated our move before we even got to try it once. It'll be our signature move! We're gonna call ourselves the Sunshine Duo if we're ever teamed up when we're pros! It'll be Red Riot Homeruns and Rockets all day! That's our new one, where she blasts me off at the speed of crazy, right into all the baddies we meet!"

From the front entrance a sudden burst of laughter rang out as Jirou, Uraraka, Toru and Tsu came into the common room, carrying a couple of grocery bags.

"Oh, hey guys! Bakugou." Uraraka greeted the group, twisting a bag behind her.

Bakugou grunted by way of greeting, not looking up from his book. Uraraka grinned.

"Aren't you gonna ask if he's alright?" Kirishima laughed, slapping Bakugou on the back and winking at Uraraka.

"No, he'd just rage about it. Besides, Bakugou's strong, why would he be anything other than fine?" She said with a shining smile, her tone so matter-of-fact that Bakugou looked up, cheeks tinged with the barest hint of pink.

When their eyes met, Uraraka gave a quick and serious nod, as if to affirm her belief in her statement between the two of them. Then she looked away, uncertainty showing through.

"So, I know Kirishima and I are gonna be practicing tomorrow too, but, I think it'd be great if you joined us." She said ruffling her hair with one hand. "There's still...so much I could learn from you...to be better, and after last night, I think...I could do the same for you, ya know!" She laughed nervously, digging into her bag.

Bakugou started to speak and then stopped, perked by her words, thinking they sounded oddly familiar.

From beside Bakugou, Kirishima's face was like the sun rising in the room, his eyes wide with amazement at how convenient it all turned out to be as she pulled out a large black bag. He lazered in on Bakugou's response.

Bakugou's mouth immediately salivated at the sight of his favorite chips, his eyebrows quirked as if wanting to ask a question.

Jiroui and the other girls smiled at one another, and back at Uraraka, before they started to make their way toward the kitchen to unload.

"Just think about it." Uraraka offered, watching the girls go and stepping forward to slide ghost pepper chips onto the table in front of his book.

She walked away, full lips pulled over perfect teeth, laughing away at something her friends were saying. This was the same girl that smashed him into the ground then sent him careening across the span of many fake city blocks until he crashed into a building, having used his best friend like a mere prop in her dangerous play.

Bakugou swallowed hard as he watched her go.

Sero, Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima all couldn't help but stare in mild wonder, sharing looks with one another to be certain this was real.

It was the quietest they'd ever seen Bakugou, aside from after major villain problems.

"Earth to Bakugou, come-in."

"What?" Bakugou replied, turning a severe look on his friends. About two seconds away from setting the whole couch and everyone on it alight.

"Nothin' bro, you just looked like you left orbit there for a second." Kirishima tittered.

"Yeh Bakugou, Uraraka activate her quirk on you or what? Ha!" Sero nudged, with Mina nodding vigorously.

"Fuck you guys. I don't need this shit." A frustrated growl slid from between his set jaw as he slammed his book closed, snatched the bag of chips and headed for his room.

Their riotous laughter filled the common room, and Bakugou's ears burned from a mix of anger and embarrassment that it took a second to shake.

As he passed Uraraka filling up the fridge, Bakugou caught her by the elbow and pulled her slightly to the hall, pressing the button to wait for the elevator.

"What's up?" She said quietly, eyeing everyone in the common area, unsure if the conversation was suppose to be private.

"You better be ready to bring everything you've got." He said in a matching volume, without losing the undertone of a growl.

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow, Pink Cheeks. I'll be there."

"Really?!" She bit back a smile, hands almost clasping before remembering her quirk.

"Yeh, yeh. Don't make a big fuckin' deal. It might not be worth my time." Bakugou feigned indifference.

Uraraka rolled her eyes, her grin spreading wider in response, "It'll be worth it, you're just too stubborn to see it."

Tch, he tsked, releasing the soft skin of her arm as the bell dinged and the doors slid open.

"Goodnight, Bakugou. See you tomorrow." She said, biting her lower lip, unwittingly stealing Bakugou's breath as he watched her nibble the plump piece of flesh.

"Night, Uraraka." He said, backing into the elevator, his red eyes holding her bright brown ones until the doors slid closed between them. Finally giving him some space to breathe.

It seemed he wouldn't be rid of her after all.

But somehow that didn't seem like such a bad thing.

It started with a quiet conversation out of earshot from the common room.