AN: This idea came to me like a fever dream: fast and out of nowhere. Lmao, nah, it's just that my brain likes to throw the feels and random ideas to me when I already have another multi-chap idea stewing in my head. I honestly don't know how long this story will be but hey, that's half the fun there!

Note: this story, for the most part will be T+ with implied sexual situations/themes.

Summary: Single and ready to mingle, Ochako's life gets turned upside down when she unexpectedly reunites with one grumpy blond high school classmate. On top of that, she's still trying to wrap her head around on how she convinced him to be friends with benefits. Kacchako/Kirimina/Slight Tododeku.

Happy reading~ :D

Just Friends… Right?

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The Wedding Pt. I

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You are cordially invited to the holy matrimony of Denki Kaminari and Kyouka Jirou.

April: XX of Year: XXXX.

Time: Noon.

Location: Kiyosumi Teien; Fukagawa, Tokyo.

Please detach and respond: Plus one guest's name: _, Arriving solo _

Ochako Uraraka is a successful, optimistic, positive and humble twenty-four-year-old. She loves her job working as a secretary for the Japanese aerospace exploration agency; always aiming to reach for the stars as her quirk allows her to. Since she graduated from the prestigious hero academy, U.A., she could've gone on to join a search and rescue hero agency but something pulled at her heart to do more.

Maybe she had Space Hero Thirteen-sensei to thank for inspiring her to apply for the aerospace agency by fascinating her with his grand stories about astronauts and the mysteries of outer space. It's not that she just gave up on becoming a hero, it's just that she didn't want to devote all her life to it.

After graduating, she had stayed on working full time with pro hero Ryukyu for two full years after interning with her on and off for nearly all three years at U.A. It helped her to grow stronger both mentally and physically but also made her realize that she's still young with so much more to offer the world. She didn't want to just bust her ass off so hard just have a chance at gaining a level on the monthly public hero rankings when she could be out there – gaining other experiences. Maybe when she's older, she could come back more seasoned by her world experiences and settle back into aiming to become a pro.

Her zero-gravity quirk had always swayed her towards outer space like some sort of calling to see what she could grasp with her own two hands. While she wasn't something as grand as an astronaut or aerospace engineer – working as a secretary was a start. She had to pay her bills somehow and the schooling it'd take to achieve her bigger dreams.

Most of her fellow classmates had chosen this path in life as well. Working as heroes for some years but ultimately either going to university or applying for other types of jobs. The only two she knew that hadn't lost their strive to become the best pro heroes their world had to offer were her best friend Izuku Midoriya and while they weren't super close, she still considered him a dear friend too, Izuku's boyfriend Shouto Todoroki.

She's happy in life, single and ready to mingle, she's ready to take on the world of dating now. Ochako's got a steady rhythm and a balance she loves that she wouldn't trade for anything.

Arriving solo _X_

She responds to the wedding invitation, feeling giddy to maybe get to flirt a bit. If anything, she's just excited to get to see her fellow classmates that she doesn't get to hang out with very often due to conflicting schedules and those she hadn't seen at all since they graduated. Part of her can't help but frown that this is the second wedding she's been invited to from her female squad.

Her friend and former class vice president all three years of high school, Momo Yaoyorozu had gotten married to Yosetsu Awase just last December. It was a gorgeous winter wonderland themed wedding that pulled at her heart for still being pathetically single and also because how expensive the wedding must've been.

She's always been a penny pincher, settling even now for a dingy, creaky, leaky two-bedroom apartment in a shady part of Tokyo. Everything was for her future she'd tell herself, once she's made it in the aerospace agency as something more than a coffee runner – she'd finally move and get something ritzier (but still within a reasonable budget of course.)

Licking the disgusting sticky plastic film of the return envelope the wedding invite had provided, she put her respond in, also including what she'd prefer for the dinner portion and resealed it. She'd just drop it off at the post office on her way to the local gym for her daily yoga workout.

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Big toes touching, knees bent and spread apart as wide as her pink mat, belly resting on her thighs, forehead on the ground with her arms extended, fingers pointing forward with hands pressed flat on the ground – Ochako takes a deep breath, relaxing her jaw and closed eyes as she holds the position for a few minutes. Humming and feeling the vibration buzz her lips, she's slowly slipping into another realm of existence. Practicing yoga now for four years, she finds these poses therapeutic rather than making her strain and feel like she's dying to hold all her limbs still.

It's just what she needs after running up and down her job just answering phones, clacking away on the computer keyboard, getting lunches and drinks for the higher ups and redirecting away unwanted attention from men who think it's okay to check her toned black tights wearing legs and pencil skirts. She stops them when they reach her petite waist and no way up to her blouse.

She knows she has a fine ass and body. It's all thanks to yoga.

"Daaamn girl, put a guy in a headlock between those thighs and he'd be in heaven!" she hears someone calling, already knowing who it is.

She doesn't let go of her position for another second, relaxing her whole body to ease. "He'd have to buy me dinner first!" she lets a giggle escape her glossy lips, raising her head up and sitting on her knees.

"Lucky for you, I'm single too" the masculine voice laughs, offering her his hand to get up.

Ochako rolls her eyes, "you wish you were single, you're like in a weird open relationship and it's driving me insane, Ei" she says, taking his own sweaty hand as he effortlessly lifts her up like nothing.

Eijirou Kirishima, former classmate and current best friend, is the ideal gay best friend any woman could ask for. Except he's bisexual, a feminist, lives by a manly morale, a top chef at a five-star bistro despite living off of battery acid tasting energy drinks and is in an open relationship with her other best friend Mina Ashido.

"I'm sorry?" he's confused with a lopsided grin, knowing exactly why she's going insane over her two best friends love life, "Mina's not ready to settle and I've got a date with my weight lifting instructor at eight. He's taking me for surf and turf"

Ochako groans, "you better not wake me up with a three-a.m. text telling me you're getting laid" she warns as she bends down to roll up her pink yoga mat, "I have work at seven and would love to not run off to the restroom to have a mental breakdown during my break" she's stuffing her mat, water bottle, and mini wireless pink cubed speaker into her bag. "Oh, by the way, the restrooms at work now have glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over the walls and ceiling. It's great when the sensors forget I'm crying in there and I get to see them in the dark" she's happy to see her friend getting dates left and right but she's also bitter with her own rotten luck and can't help but to ooze in her bitterness.

Eijirou kindly offers to hold her workout bag with a silent gesture for her to hand her things over to him. He takes a sip of his protein shake before he replies, "I've told you that I'm done trying to hook you up with guys. You always have a problem with my choices and text me an s.o.s to save you from your dates!" he reminds her as they begin walking out of the studio and into the main gym, "why couldn't you just be a lesbian, save me the trouble of getting you laid…"

"Tried it, wasn't for me" she shrugs.

Eijirou rolls his eyes, "okay drunk making out with Tsuyu one time doesn't count"

Tsuyu Asui is another of her best friends, the ever blunt but sweet frog-quirked girl that she hasn't seen in months ever since she moved to further her studies as a rainforest biologist.

"She's with Fumikage now so even if I wanted to revisit that experience, I can't" she casually tells him as they walk towards the treadmills, still unsure herself on how those two even started to date.

"Whoa, Tsu and Tokoyami are dating?! How the hell did she convince him to move with her across the world?" he's shocked by the news, having been out of the loop with certain classmates. He sets their things aside and gets on his own treadmill next to her.

"Your guess is as good as mine but they fit, right? I'm happy if she's happy" she somberly smiles, realizing that a lot of their former classmates had began dating each other in their adult years.

Momo had been the only exception. While they were the A class all three years, they had a B class that was just as superior as them at the school. Yosetsu was one of those students in class B.

Eijirou nods in agreement but mentally felt a bit bad for not having known this new set of information. He'd like to think that he was one of the few who was in the loop, knowing anything and everything about his former classmates. Truth be told, he only knew whispers here and there. Really, whatever would float his way from either Ochako or Mina. His only contribution to the rumor mill was scarce information on one explosive blond – his best friend that no one other than he knew about his whereabouts.

"So did your invite to Denki and Kyouka's wedding come in?" Ochako asks, adjusting the settings on her treadmill to give her a bit of an incline to make her run challenging.

"Yeah, I already sent it back" he places his protein shake on the cup holder and messes with his own settings, "my first plus one cancelled on me but I figured I'd take Mina as my back up since her own date chickened out on going to a wedding with her" he's vague about his first choice, thinking that it'd be best to leave his name out. There just wasn't any point of bringing him up if he's already stated time and time again that he doesn't give a shit about their former classmates.

"Wooow, that's lame" she grabs onto the handles and begins her paced walk into a steady jog.

"Some guys have no backbones. It's not like she was trying to put the idea of marriage into the dumbass's head" he grunts, straight away starting off with a full incline jog, "so I told my girl that I'd gladly take her and wear a pink cheetah print tux to please her"

"Aww a pink cheetah print tux" she awes, "but remember, Ei, the whole point is not to outshine the main couple" she feels her breath straining, taking a deep greedy gulp of air to keep up with the faster pace.

"You know I hate seeing Mina cry after a bust. Besides her mascara is a bitch to get off my nice white pillows whenever she stays the night so I'd rather avoid her being sad" he laughs in a half-grunt from the high level he set his run on.

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A month later, the wedding date arrives.

Ochako smooths over her simple strapless peach lace dress that reaches her mid-thigh and approves what she sees back in the mirror. Stuffing her matching clutch with her tinted lip gloss, a couple of yen, and barely her cell phone, she snaps it shut and hopes nothing springs free. Before she entirely leaves her apartment, she makes sure that her white pumps adorned with cute medium sized bows on the sides are actually walkable in, slowly taking baby steps around her small place to get a feel for them. She had bought them so long ago when there was an online sale and decided to splurge a little but has never gotten to break them in.

"It's now or never" she tells herself, locking up and taking the rail all the way down. Five flights of stairs sure is fun when she's walking like a newborn calf trying not to break an ankle before reaching the taxi she ordered as soon as she walked out of her apartment.

She had been serious when she said she didn't want to outshine the bride and groom but maybe no one else had received the memo. Yuga Aoyama was shining as bright as a damn disco ball in a holographic tux, Eijirou was wearing a bright pink cheetah printed tux as he said he would be, Mina wearing a matching dark magenta pink flapper style dress with a purple feather boa draped around her shoulders, Hanta Sero in tropical bohemian shirt and jeans combo and despite being invisible save for what she's wearing, Toru Hagakure showed up in a baby blue and white sweet lolita dress – the list could go on and on with what everyone was wearing.

Maybe she'd be lucky and blend into the background of the beautiful garden location they're in.

Of course, Eijirou and Mina wouldn't allow her to just wallow in self-pity in the comfort of her assigned seat of the same table they were sitting at. She had been looking forward to flirting and mingling with whoever looked single and desperate just as much as her. But ninety-nine percent of the guests had literally been her former classmates and Denki and Kyouka's families who were all either too young or too old for her to go on the prowl. The only people she didn't know there were Kyouka's college bandmates from her Deep Dope cover band. They weren't her type.

"Guys, just leave me here with the champagne bottle and maybe if I'm tipsy enough, I'll let you two sandwich me into a dance" she tells them both when they're holding her by a hand each, trying to tug her out of her seat.

The wedding had been beautiful.

Telling the bride she looked beautiful, was beautiful.

The group photos around the ponds and bridges was beautiful.

Getting to see Tsuyu after so long was beautiful.

What was not beautiful was getting dragged out of her seat to go participate in wedding games.

"Oh, babe take over 'Chako duties. I'll be right back!" Eijirou let go of her limp arm to storm off after someone who had caught his eye.

Mina didn't need to verbally reply as she just winked at Ochako and used her full strength gained from years of being a dance instructor to make the stubborn young woman follow her to where they were about to throw the bride's flower bouquet.

"Hey man! I thought you weren't coming!" Ochako briefly hears Eijirou's loud voice before it fades into the squeals of her excited friends waiting for the traditional game to begin.

"Momo, you can't play! You're already married, Mrs. Awase~!" Toru playfully whines with a giggle.

Momo laughs while standing next to Kyouka, "don't worry, I'm not playing but I'm here as witness to who gets the bouquet during the toss! Remember, no quirks!"

A group of boo's and light complaints could be heard as Kyouka turned her back. "Ready, ladies?"

Mina nudged Ochako with her elbow, gesturing for her to get ready but her heart really wasn't into the game. She didn't really believe in the magic of catching the tossed bouquet in hopes of being the next bride anyways.

All the guys she's tried dating have all been major fails and those lucky enough to have a one-night fling with her were just that. Flings and not very good ones at that. She longs for a mind-numbing experience that doesn't end with her finishing off what others failed to give her. Something to drive her over the edge and burn her into a tiny million stars in the sky. She wants something so impossibly hot, passionate, and something so sinfully delicious that it'll make her insatiable. She wants to be ruined for the next person, longing to be the only person for someone special.

Someone who deserves her, respects her, worships her, but more importantly – just loves her.

Lost in her thoughts she fails to notice when her arms subconsciously rises and ends up capturing the small bouquet of white and yellow roses by the tips of her padded fingers. Her quirk activates on reflex causing her to lose the handle and the bouquet ends up in Tsuyu's hands instead.

"Ahh! You had it and lost it!" Mina's eyes widened as she shakes Ochako's bare shoulders.

"It's fine, it wasn't meant to be" she softly speaks up, trying to hide her disappointment. Again, nothing new here for her. It's just her rotten luck and the universe telling her that she just isn't cut out for romance.

She'll have to settle for shitty dates and flings and despite being against it – maybe now she's convinced enough that she'll need to invest in a little friend to help. Maybe if she's tipsy enough she'll actually brave a sex shop on her next day off from work.

All around her, everyone is congratulating Tsuyu, gushing and teasing her for being the next in line to get married. The blunt girl with her signature index finger on her cheek as she tilts her head just blushes and tells everyone that it was only a matter of time before she would with Fumikage. This causes them all except for Ochako to hysterically scream.

"I need a drink…" she tells herself more than Mina who's put all her attention on Tsuyu's gossip by now.

Walking away, she heads towards the bar and stumbles on uneven wooden floorboards.

"Ugh, what is wrong with me?" she whispers to herself, questioning why she's so bitter when she should be acting like her usual bubbly self who would normally try to make an effort and engage with all the party guests. She swears she's not usually this much of a negative downer.

"Oi, dumbass, the fuck are you doing wearing shoes you can't even walk in?" she hears a gruff voice ask before she could even open her mouth to order a drink at the bar.

"They're cute" she says with a slight annoyance in her tone as she turns her head so fast she almost gets whiplash, trying to pinpoint the direction of where that familiar voice she hasn't heard in years is coming from.

"B-B-Bakugou?" her breath hitches at the sight of him.

He's making his way towards her or more like the bar. His voice projecting loud and clear that she can hear him from any direction he could've been coming from. Tall, blond, board and muscular, stupidly, illegally hot, with that infamous permanent scowl marring his features – he hasn't changed at all since she's last seen him all those years ago when they graduated.

She knows that Eijirou has always kept in touch with him but she's never bothered to ask him herself about the every elusive Katsuki Bakugou. She starts to wonder in that moment why she never has all while trying not to drool at the sight of him as if he's the last prime rib in the desert.

Ochako would've one-hundred percent offer to buy him a drink, put on a dazzling smile, try and foolishly flirt with him in her buzzed stupor, drop her jaw (and under garments) for the man clad in an all-black outfit minus a suit jacket, stalking towards the bar and her general direction if only he was alone.

But he wasn't – a tall blonde was glued to his side wearing a short floral green halter top dress with a thousand-watt energetic smile plastered on her face as she waved cheerfully at her.

Worst of all?

She knows who it is.

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Done! To be continued.

Anyone wanna take a guess as to who the blonde is? ;D

Uhh, I'm sleep deprived and don't know what else to say. This is just the set up of Ochako and Katsuki's reunion. Oh boy, buckle up and get ready for what's a-coming.

Sorry, I stuck with an American/Western style of wedding tradition because I was lazy to research anything more traditionally Japanese.

And now I must tumble away to my current on-going Kacchako fic – A Tsundere's Heart.

Next time: Text Buddies.

I don't own Ochako Uraraka or Katsuki Bakugou and all other characters used in this fic – Boku No Hero Academia is owned by Kohei Horikoshi.

I just own the idea/plot/story/whatever you want to call it~ lol :P

Please remember to R&R! If anyone is afraid to leave reviews due to language difference - please don't be! I can fluently read Spanish and partial French! :) And hey, that's why Google translate was invented after all! LOL.