Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. I am not making a profit off of this.

A/N: Obviously, I am still feeling angsty.

This one shot is connected to "Concrete". I, in my humble opinion, think you can read this one without reading "Concrete" first, but I think this reads better if you read "Concrete" first…? Does that make sense?

Uraraka couldn't remember the last time she'd been this angry.

Her arms were folded tightly around her body, nails digging into the stretchy fabric of her suit as she trembled with rage. Jaw clenched, biting back a long list of inappropriate words that were inching off her tongue. The sound of her heart thudding in her chest made her dizzy as she looked at the tiled floor before her.

She couldn't even look at him right now.

Uraraka wasn't sure how Bakugo was sitting there so calmly, but the sight of it made her want to slap him. Of all the times for their roles to reverse…

"I don't know what happened out there-" Aizawa's voice cut the tension between her and Bakugo like a hot knife through cold butter.

Uraraka closed her eyes, inhaling slowly as she tried to swallow the humiliation. She didn't need another emotion to deal with right now.

"And I don't care," Aizawa's voice was absolute. "What happened today was unacceptable."

Unacceptable was just the tip of the iceberg.

Embarrassing.

Enraging.

Selfish.

Horrifying.

Hurtful.

Bullshit.

Had it been appropriate, Uraraka would have gladly offered some adjectives to help describe the situation.

"Your personal issues have no place in my classroom or the battlefield." Aizawa narrowed his eyes looking between the two students. "I understand that the two of you have been through a lot in the last few months-"

The scar from the building collapse was still pink and shiny. She'd only been cleared to resume a regular schedule of training a few weeks ago when the doctors were sure her brain bleed had resolved.

"But that isn't an excuse. I suggest you work out whatever issues you have before class tomorrow or else," Aizawa warned, quickly stepping out of the nurses suite.

"Ocha-"

"Shut up."

That was fair. "Okay." Bakugo couldn't even be mad at the one. He deserved it.

"I can't-" Uraraka exhaled slowly, eyes fluttering closed as she tried to calm herself. She shook her head slowly as she faced him, rage clouding her vision. "I can't believe you."

If he'd learned nothing else from being in a relationship, he most definitely learned when to pick his battles. The premise went against his natural instinct to argue, but if his crazy witch of a mother could do it, he could handle closing his mouth for a couple minutes.

Bakugo knew he'd crossed a line today.

He was wrong, but he wasn't sorry.

"Do you-" Uraraka paused, her voice cracking as her eyes flooded with tears. "Do you think I'm weak or something?"

Bakugo shook his head, feeling his temper spike. He couldn't decide if he was more hurt by her question or by her lack of faith in him. "When have I ever thought you were less than capable, Ochako?" The question coming out surprisingly calm as he felt his palms begin to sweat. From the moment she'd stepped in front of him at the Sports Festival, he hadn't underestimated her.

Bakugo still hadn't forgotten that jerk pro in the crowd who had the nerve to say that he was bullying her.

Uraraka Ochako wasn't some fragile little girl.

"When you made the choice to push me out of the way during a training exercise!" she yelled, wide eyes looking at him for an explanation.

Oh. That.

"What was that?" Uraraka questioned as she shrugged, angry tears spilling down her face. "You weren't even on my team and you-" she huffed, roughly wiping her tears on her sleeve.

Bakugo inhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Frustration started tickling the back of his neck as he focused on staying rational. "Ocha-"

"You shoved me out of the way and screamed at me after you got hit!" She screamed at him. "You got hit! That's not on me!"

"I never said it was," he muttered, words escaping through his clenched teeth.

"Then what the hell is your problem, huh?" Uraraka cried as she stepped in front of him.

Bakugo shook his head. Explanations and reasons twisted in his brain as he lowered his gaze to his lap. He hated the sight of her tears, and knowing he was the cause amplified his own web of emotions.

"I fucking had it, Bakugo!"

Bakugo's eyes squeezed shut, remembering the scene from that afternoon. Aizawa had tasked them with a takedown mission and divided the class into four teams. Uraraka hadn't been in his team, but their teams had been placed in the same area. He'd moved before he realized what had been happening. "You-" His chest tightened at the memory of the concrete slab flying at a frightening pace toward her head.

"I had a plan!"

He'd known she had one. Bakugo had heard Sero mention something about her activating her quirk on the concrete before it had a chance to hit the ground to use it as a weapon. "I understand-" His shoulders shook, feeling his fuse shorten.

"Do you?" she continued, stepping between his legs as she leaned down in his face. "What the hell am I supposed to think?"

"Not that I doubt you."

"You shove me out of the way like I don't know what I'm doing, and yell at me about how reckless I am in front of our class and our teachers!"

He had.

"Fuck you," she sneered, eyes still full of tears. Her lips quivered angrily.

That was it. "You're telling me I'm supposed to sit there while you had a two hundred pound rock of concrete crashing toward your head?!" Bakugo roared, standing up so they were chest to chest. His nails dug into his dislocated shoulder. "I'm supposed to watch as my girlfriend nearly dies in a training exercise trying to do some flashy fucking move?!"

"You're supposed to trust m-"

"That's not the fucking-"

"I had it!" she screamed in his face. "You knocked me out of the way! I ha-"

"Like when you decided it was a good idea to go back inside a collapsing building!?" Bakugo's chest heaved, memories of her accident flooding his mind. "Did you have it then?!"

Her accident? "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You taking stupid risks! Again!"

She shook her head. "What was I supposed to do, Katsuki? Leave the kid in there? Run?!"

"Yes!" he bellowed.

Brown eyes widened at his answer. "That's not what we do. We don't-"

"You don't get to fucking die in my arms and then take stupid risks!" he screamed, inches from her face as tears of own streamed down his cheeks.

Uraraka jerked back. "What?"

To this day, the details of her accident of her accident were still fuzzy. Uraraka hadn't been able to recall what exactly had happened, so she relied heavily on what others had told her.

She knew that there had been an earthquake that day. Anyone within twenty five miles with a provisional hero license had been called to the scene and U.A. Students were no exception. That information was clear and straightforward. Uraraka had seen those details on the news when she'd woken up.

What had actually happened at the scene held varying degrees of truth.

Uraraka remembered checking to make sure everyone had evacuated and nothing after. Bakugo had told her that he'd found her, limping toward him with a kid in her arms. He told her about her injuries, but she hadn't known what happened in the inbetween.

No one told her what had exactly happened before she'd woken up.

She'd seen the way Bakugo would sneer and leave the hospital room when Deku came to visit.

The way Iida and Kirishima still looked at Bakugo differently.

Her parents embracing him, Bakugo allowing it, and, to her surprise, returning the gesture.

His calm demeanor with his mother at the hospital.

How he had been tense when she returned to school.

"I didn't die," she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "I'm alive. I'm fine-"

"You were dead," Bakugo spat bitterly, face hot and angry.

Uraraka had known.

"You-" His voice failed for a moment. "You told me you love me and how sorry you are and then you fucking quit on me, Ochako! You closed your eyes and died! You left me!"

She had no idea.

"I couldn't find a pulse, and the fucking medic couldn't find a pulse," he rasped, leaning down in her face. "So yeah, when you do stupid shit that could kill you, I'm going to intervene-"

Uraraka looked at him, vision flooded with tears.

"I'm not going to let you take another dumbass risk that could leave me without you, so fuck you!" he spat back at her. "You don't get to do that to me!"

With a shaky grasp, she gently pressed her palms against the sides of his face. "I'm sorry," she whispered, crying softly.

"You don't get to leave me." His shoulders lowered as tension eased from his body. Bakugo pressed their foreheads together, wrapping his good arm around her waist.

Her arms looped around him. Uraraka nodded. "I won't."

The logical part of his brain recognized that she wasn't in the position to make those kind of guarantees, but her promise calmed him some. "You have to be okay. I-" His mind drifted back to the elevator at the hospital. The thought of having to exist without her had nearly driven him over the edge. "You have to be okay." That wasn't her burden. "I need you with me for a long time."

Uraraka nodded, looking up at him with a sad smile, "That goes for you too, ya know."

Bakugo pulled her tighter against him.

"You can't do crazy things that could leave me without you," she whispered. "I need you with me, Katsuki."

He needed her more. "I fucking love you," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, soothed by the feel of her pulse against his face.

"I love you too," she breathed, sliding her fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head. "You have to trust me."

He did.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I know," he whispered as if it were a soft prayer. "I know."