"Please, Bakugou-kun!" Ochako bowed before him in earnest. "I know it's unorthodox, but I really need your help!"
She couldn't see his face since hers was staring at the ground of the hotel hallway.
"That's just fucking crazy. Why on Earth would I do that?" Katsuki questioned with his arms crossed and his characteristic frown. He had been trying to get to his shared room with Kirishima when Uraraka chased after him with the weirdest request.
"Because you're...trying to be a better person?" She tried.
He just raised an eyebrow in response.
"You want to be friends with me and the rest of 1-A...?"
His mouth twitched in anger. "I hate half of you and I just can't stand the other half. Why the fuck would I -"
Ochako sighed, interrupting him. "I guess it can't be helped." While Bakugou wondered why he just hadn't walked off on that weirdo yet, Ochako pulled her cellphone from her pocket. Katsuki pulled the angriest face yet.
"WHAT THE HELL -"
"Now now, Bakugou-kun," she smiled innocently. "I think you know what's on this photo gallery."
His sweat started popping, nitroglycerin high in demand, his hands itching to make a huge explosion to blow all of her stupid fluffy hair off. "You said you had deleted it, you lying -"
"Various pictures of you..." she shrugged slowly. "In front of an All Might poster. Flexing your -"
She was interrupted by his hands - they smelled of... gasoline? - over her mouth. "Shut the fuck up, Round Face! I know what's in there, you deceiving little shit!"
"Mmmhm hmm ahmmm."
He pulled his hands away so she could speak clearly. "What the fuck are you saying."
"I said you HAVE to fake being my boyfriend to make Deku jealous now," she locked her screen victoriously.
"You're a psycho."
"You know, Bakugou-kun, coming from you, that's almost a compliment."
Katsuki just yelled in frustration and ran off with his blasting hands, hitting a poor plant nearby.
"Ochako-chan," Tsuyu approached her friend and roommate during their stay at I-Island. "Did things go well with Bakugou-kun? Kero."
"Couldn't have gone better," Uraraka triumphantly put her hands on her hips as the flames made the hotel fire alarm go off in the distance.

Ochako had been growing desperate lately. She had liked Deku since school started, practically, and now they were on the I-Island and all he had eyes to was that older, cooler girl, Melissa Shield.
So, to put it simply, Uraraka was jealous. Not the crazy, abusive kind of jealousy that would make her resent the object of Deku's affections. Melissa was nice and pretty and there was no way Uraraka would be unfair to the girl by treating her badly. But she felt... insecure. Melissa Shield was obviously more intelligent, capable and beautiful than her, even with no Quirk.
Maybe she had been focusing on the wrong strategy. Instead of cheering Deku on and staying beside him as his closest female friend, she should make it clear that she was... available. In a romantic way. But how...?
It was then that it hit her. She should date someone else.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt terrible. How could she use someone like that? Go out with a boy she didn't even like? She'd feel like she was betraying Midoriya by simply holding hands with someone else; she would feel like a lowlife. She was the worst being on Earth for even considering it. She was worse than Bakugou. She was -
Bakugou-kun. Every single time that boy crossed her mind, she couldn't help but frown. He was very confusing. Bakugou was... intense. For good and for bad.
Actually, what was the good part? Apart from his hellbent will on being the number one hero, Bakugou didn't seem like a genuinely good person. He just hated Deku so much, Uraraka couldn't help but resent him. And Midoriya was the purest, prettiest boy alive, he didn't deserve the treatment that Bakugou gave him, he -
Wait just a second.
Ochako had it all figured out.
She would play along with Bakugou, of all people. If she fake-dated anyone else, she would have to deceive that person, lead him on... or worse, explain to them why she was doing that, on the risk on sounding petty and mean and... well, kind of pathetic.
Bakugou, however, was someone she didn't care about. He could think of her however he liked; Ochako wouldn't mind at all. And, that particular pairing had a perk: Deku and Bakugou hated each other. The blond boy would say yes immediately!
...who was she kidding. She'd have to convince the guy. He was less prone to accept this crazy proposal than Aizawa-sensei was inclined to giggle.
However... she did have that ace up her sleeve. During a school fieldtrip, she walked off to use her cellphone after lunch to open her frontal camera and check for any leftovers on her teeth. She was being super sneaky and mindful of the rest of the group, that was several meters ahead - and then she heard a soft rustle.
Before she could turn around, she saw it on her cellphone camera. Bakugou Katsuki. Standing in front of a huge, wall-to-wall poster of All Might.
Flexing his muscles.
Before she could even think, her finger had moved to take multiple shots of that rare, delightful scene. Once she started filming, however, there must've been a noise or something to tip him off, because Bakugou whipped his head in her direction.
She could've sworn his eyes were on fire.
Ochako didn't know how she survived that day. Once he started running in her direction, eyes wild and voice raised - "DIEEEEEE!" - she sprinted, laughing while she was able to quickly save the files on a different folder.
Once he reached her and knocked her to the ground - Ochako let out a big "oof!" - she showed him that she deleted the pictures. And then, for good measure, she touched his cheek while he was on top of her, making him widen his eyes in surprise and even timidness - and then float upwards.
"DAMN YOU, ROUND FACE." Bakugou used his explosions to reach the ground again, regaining control of his gravity and trying to hit Ochako somehow, but she ran off laughing and joined the rest of the group.
They hadn't spoken of that day again - except for Uraraka randomly looking at him and laughing for the rest of the field trip, no one guessed his embarrassing secret.
That was perfect. She would hold his hand once or twice, and if Deku was even 1% interested in her, he would question Ochako about it or even express discontent over the situation. She would know then.
Nothing could spoil that plan.

Except that it could.
It turned out that I-Island wasn't exactly vacation for them, what with villains showing up left and right, Melissa's father's revelation and All Might having to use all of his power to defeat the bad guy.
There was one particular moment when Ochako felt she was done for - surrounded alongside her friends, the villains slowly edged closer as she suddenly heard an explosion -
"Bakugou-kun!" She smiled in relief, happy to see her classmate with Todoroki-kun. It wouldn't hurt to have two of the strongest guys in her class helping her fight.
"Shut up!" Bakugou barked back. "That's what heroes do!"
"I never said otherwise!" Ochako shouted in response, taking care of the lowlifes closest to her with newfound vigor.
Sooner rather than later the battle was won. Ochako joined her friends in celebration in the ball that ended up happening a couple of days later, with no interruptions or villains this time. Melissa was absent, understandably so - and Deku was having a soda with All Might-sensei, on the outskirts of the dance floor. Ochako grabbed Bakugou's hand in a spur of courage and, ignoring his "hey! What the fuck?" she led the way.
"Oh hush," she whispered as she placed the boy's hands on her waist, placing her own around his neck. "Deku-kun might be watching."
"The fuck do I care if fucking Deku sees you or not? This is not what I -"
"Not what you agreed to?" Ochako raised her eyebrows. "Well, since you blasted off and left me practically talking to myself, we didn't settle much. But know this," she leaned in to hiss menacingly at him. "You're being blackmailed here. I tell you what to do. And you're gonna help me, Bakugou-kun, or so help me GOD I will make your life miserable!"
Katsuki shut up, eyes wary. No one talked to him like that. Well, besides his mother who was an old hag with a clear death wish.
"You look SOOO good, Bakugou-kun!" Ochako said rather loudly, startling both Katsuki and the couples dancing around them.
"Eh?" He replied loudly, wondering where the fucking scary girl had gone. How come Uraraka was now all smiley and shit? "Just die already, Round Face!"
"I should've figured..." Ochako rolled her eyes discreetly. Bakugou wouldn't have better perception abilities, even if he WAS playing nice. He did look very different in his formal clothes, but she wouldn't have gone on to say he looked nice if she didn't have something to gain. Not that it wasn't true, she just wasn't crazy enough to provoke Bakugou.
She was about to wink at him to signal that she was just playing along in their façade, when -
"Your hair's not puffy," he muttered under his breath.
Ochako frowned, self-consciously running a hand through her strands. "What do you mean?"
"It's puffy usually and it's not today," Bakugou remarked with a grunt. "It looks nicer on the other days. Wearing it like that is stupid."
She had spent twenty minutes trying to calm down her messy hair. "I really can't tell if you're complementing me or not."
"Tch."
Well wasn't that enlightening?
"You should call me Uraraka or even Ochako if we're gonna sell this story, you know," she continued clumsily waltzing along Bakugou. He didn't seem to care about her stilted moves since he moved as little as possible, only keeping his hands in her waist and his feet giving out small, calculated steps sideways.
"Can't I call you round face?" He smirked a little. "You know, like a nickname - ow."
"Bakugou-kun!" She slapped his shoulder again. "People won't believe us. Do you want those pictures to make it to every social media ever used?"
He sighed forcefully. "Fine. Geez. You can call me Bakugou if it'll help."
"Wow, such a big difference," she said ironically. "I should call you Katsuki."
He glared down at her, fire in his eyes, his characteristic pissed off face on. "Don't you dare."
"What?" Ochako loved messing with him. "You don't like your first name? But it's so cute! Katsuki! Katsuki~ ouch!" She was interrupted by Bakugou's hand squeezing her face.
"Stop that, round cheeks," he pinched her slightly, making her look like a puffy fish.
"Geez, Bakugou-kun," her speech impaired by his gesture. "You're not taking this seriously," she wiggled out of his grip and his hands returned to their previous position.
He grunted. "I don't know what you see in dumb Deku anyways," he continued to sway slightly as his hands rested respectfully on her waist, only a weak squeeze escaping his self-control as he talked passionately about his childhood acquaintance. Ochako almost yelped at the move, but figured out that it was involuntary and decided to ignore it. "He just looks down on people all the time. He should just drop dead."
"That's rough to talk about your oldest friend, Bakugou," she tried out dropping the honorific in his name for the first time.
Katsuki growled. "That guy's not my friend."
"Fine, fine," she conceded as they continued dancing, Shoto and Yaomomo next to them, perfectly graceful. Ochako wondered if Deku had noticed them dancing together already. The sooner he did, the sooner she could stop this nonsense agreement of hers with the explosive boy. But she couldn't spot Deku-kun anywhere. Where had he gone?
After a few moments of silence, she decided to speak out against Bakugou's previous statements about her crush. "You know, you're completely wrong about him," she said in earnest. "He doesn't look down on people at all. He's kind and sweet and really intelligent. He's also really powerful even if he doesn't know how to use his quirk properly -"
"Shut the fuck up."
Ochako raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes I forget you're really, really rude."
"Yeah," he said sarcastically, glaring at her. "Not all of us can be Prince fucking Charming like your precious Deku."
Ochako's face closed off. "You didn't."
Bakugou tsked and they continued dancing. "You'd do well not to forget my rudeness."
"I won't again," she guaranteed, eyes narrowed and suddenly not feeling like faking anything with that jerk anymore.

A couple weeks later, Ochako decided to text Bakugou. It had been enough time to forget how they parted ways during their trip, and summer vacation boredom was starting to get to her. She had already texted everyone she knew, and apparently all of her close friends were off doing something cool or expensive (or both) during their vacation.
Yaomomo was obviously abroad. Ochako sincerely couldn't tell if she was on her third or fourth country of her travels. Tsuyu-chan was visiting her grandparents in the country, teaming up with her numerous relatives and enjoying herself. Deku-kun had enrolled in a special program in his gym, working out everyday to reach his goal as number one hero. Ochako worked out daily too, but she did that for two hours in her backyard. What to do on the other twenty-two?
She had no videogames. No siblings. No cousins with a similar age. She helped around the house and spent time with her parents, but besides the trip to I-Island she did nothing with her summer. She read some magazines, a few books... that was it.
Bakugou crossed her mind. She wondered what the insufferable boy was doing with his time. Probably brooding and sulking, but most likely using his anger to fuel his workouts.
Ochako sighed. She couldn't lie to herself and say that Bakugou wasn't...attractive. But anyways. That wasn't the reason why she decided to text him out of the blue. She just realized that they knew next to nothing of each other. And to make this thing work, they had to at least know more than most. And most people only knew Katsuki's name.
Bakugou, what's your favorite color? she typed after three tries to make it sound as nonchalant as possible.
His reply came a couple minutes later. I'm almost too afraid to ask. But what the fuck.
She chuckled. Figures. I need info if we're gonna pretend we're dating!
Sure, I forgot we're five and that's the first thing we ask each other. If you make it interesting I'll think of answering.
Hm, that was a challenge. What did the great Katsuki Bakugou consider interesting?
Have you ever kissed anyone? she tried. Most people their age were interested in that. They were fifteen, for goodness sakes.
Bakugou answered quickly. Thats not interesting. You're lame.
THATS A NO HAHAHAHAHA
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Bakugou didn't reply to her texts for a full week after that.

Bakugou, she tried again near summer's end.

Leave me alooone.

Seriously, she typed. Ochako needed confirmation that they were still on for next week, when classes restarted. Can I call u Katsuki in school?

No.

Kacchan?

Even worse! She figured.

Maybe Katsuki-kun?! Or Bakkun...

Bakkun sounds like Baka!

Well then it suits you just fine! ;)

I hate you, Round face. You have chubby cheeks. They're annoying. You're annoying. Stop texting me.

You should call me pretty face since we're dating now!

I will BEAT YOUR ASS

Finally, after the end of the excruciatingly boring month, school was back in session. Ochako was worried that Bakugou would forget to act like a boyfriend around her, but when he arrived in class, looking dead tired as usual and as unfriendly as he could, she decided against saying anything.
"Hey, pretty face," Bakugou said to Uraraka as he slumped tiredly on his usual chair.
The class seemed to stop. Ochako turned a deep red, mouth wide open in surprise. Had she heard him correctly? Did he just say...?
Kirishima was the first to react. "What was that, Bakugou?"
Katsuki seemed to catch himself. His eyes widened as he realized what he had said - he had meant to call that bratty girl ROUND face, not pretty - damn her and her texting! Putting things in his head! And since when did he say hello first thing in the morning? He must've been more tired than he thought.
"Bakugou-kun and I are dating!" Ochako squealed, almost too embarrassed. "Th-That's why..."
"Ehhhh?" The whole class seemed to vocalize.
"What?" Momo cried out.
"Unexpected," Shouto remarked quietly.
Bakugou sighed discreetly in relief. He had almost forgotten about that. "Yeah. So what, losers?"
Ochako smiled slightly to sell the story. "I know, right? But it's true!" She had hoped to tell everyone once Deku was in class, but alas, he was late that day...
Speaking of the devil -
"Good morning, Uraraka-san," the green-haired boy said in his usual smile and good manners.
"G-Good morning, Deku-kun," she managed to stutter out, wondering if he had heard the commotion moments before.
"Midoriya!" Kirishima called out, still incredulous. "Did you hear about Bakugou and Uraraka?"
"Not really, no!" Izuku had an apologetic face on. "I couldn't stay in touch with everyone as I would have liked over the summer!"
The class seemed a bit disappointed by the reaction, but as Kirishima was about to press Deku further, Aizawa-sensei entered the room, and everyone quieted down in order to hear the lesson of the day.
"Uraraka-san," Midoriya whispered to Ochako before Aizawa started talking. "What happened? Everything alright?"
Ochako's heart skipped a beat. "Y-yeah, just, Bakugou-ku- Bakugou and I went out during the summer." She hoped God would forgive her for lying straight to his face. But this was it. This was the moment when she would be able to tell if Deku-kun had any feelings for her at all. He had to show disappointment, sadness, jealousy - anything that made Uraraka certain that he felt something towards her.
But instead, Izuku brightened up. "Oh I see! It's always good to make new friends! I know Kacchan could use it!"
Uraraka forced out a smile back, trying her best to hide her will to cry. As soon as Deku turned around, though, she huffed quietly and bumped her forehead down on her desk. This would never work on someone as oblivious as Midoriya. She would have to keep up the façade for longer than she intended... she would have to lie some more. She felt awful, but now that she set things in motion there was no going back.
Bakugou was internally disintegrating that green-haired son of a bitch for being so dumb.

Bakugou, she tried once more during that afternoon, frustrated feelings towards Deku aside. You should call me Uraraka at least.

I like Round face better.

The message put the smallest smile on her face. At least she could still mess with Bakugou. I thought you liked pretty face better?

Just delete the fucking pictures u little shit!

She snickered to herself in her room. Anyways, great acting today...too bad Deku didn't notice. We're gonna have to pull out the big guns I'm afraid.

Her phone vibrated less than a minute later. Whoa Round face, how far are you willing to go for this?

She turned a deep red. BAKUGOU!

On a sunny Wednesday in UA, Kirishima announced that he'd celebrate his birthday that weekend and that he'd like everyone to attend. Everyone naturally agreed, class 1-A excitedly chatting about it in their dorm. Even Bakugou eventually relented. Everybody knew, however, that it was only because it was Kirishima - even if Katsuki wasn't good at expressing himself, everyone knew the redhead was Bakugou's best friend.
Ochako spent half an hour deciding on what to wear. She had to be pretty enough to draw the attention of Deku, but not so traffic-stopping that she wouldn't be able to handle the compliments - one or two would be enough.
So she asked her mom about her options - all of her dressed up clothes (which weren't many) were at her house anyway. So it'd be good to go back home to change before the party, right?
Wrong.
Her mother made a huge deal out of it, asking who was it she wanted to impress, was it a boy from her school, would he go tonight, would she behave at this party? Ochako wanted to answer that her mom's notion of "behaving" - not kissing anyone and not wearing short clothes - was ancient and sexist, but she decided not to pick a bone that day. She had already kissed someone over a year ago, then another boy a couple months later, and she always wore whatever she liked - it wasn't worth the discussion and the possible loss of her ride to the party.
After dressing up in a light blue flowy dress, Uraraka clipped some of her hair back to look a little different. She considered makeup, but decided her day to day look would suffice. She didn't want to look like she cared that much of what Bakugou would think - since people wouldn't know it was Midoriya she was trying to impress.
Slipping on combat boots, she thought she looked the perfect mix between cute and badass, which was how she felt 80% of the time. Kissing his father goodbye and promising to be good - in his case he meant, of course, no alcohol since she wasn't yet of age - she entered the old car her family owned and prayed that it wouldn't break down that night. They couldn't afford buying a new one so leaving the house with the car was always dicey.
Upon arriving, however, Uraraka realized she didn't have to worry. The car had been just fine, most of her friends were already there, and since it was a Friday night they were allowed to listen to loud music until after 10pm. A pop song with a strong bass rhythm echoed through the walls once Ochako made her way inside, saying hello to every friend she could find.
Her eyes settled on Bakugou with a plastic cup in his hand, frowning as usual. He looked different than his day to day look - he appeared to have made an effort. Did he maybe dress up a little because he was fake-dating her? So she wouldn't be embarrassed if he showed up in his uniform or something equally Bakugou-like?
Ochako couldn't guess. But he looked nice with a dark T-shirt and jeans, a button-up blue shirt over his look and black shoes. His hair was the usual spiky mess, but it looked good on him. It always did.
Uraraka had to admit that he was handsome. His intense eyes had always captured her, first with annoyance, then with understanding, later on respect... but she could never find herself immune to them.
Lost in her thoughts, his piercing eyes raised from his cup and met hers across the room. Caught staring, she looked away with a light blush. Now she had to go there and say good evening, otherwise things would just be awkward.
"Hey, Bakugou," Ochako smiled upon approaching the weary boy.
He just grunted in response. "You sure got used to calling my name all the time."
Oh, thank God he was normal. She feared that being caught looking at him up and down would make things weird. "You did give me permission."
"Bakugou this, Bakugou that," he ignored her, but his tone wasn't angry at all. Uraraka in fact felt like he was teasing her a little. "You just took it upon yourself, didn't you?"
"There is still the very viable option of Katsuki," she reminded him with a smirk. "I personally think it sends a strong message."
"The message will be of my fist in your face if you don't quit this shit," he hissed.
"You would hit me?" Uraraka gasped dramatically. "A poor girl? Shame on you!"
"Ha! As if you need to be saved by anyone. You're more likely to beat me up than the other way around," Katsuki grumbled mostly to himself, Ochako laughing at his display. In his own way, that was more of a compliment than anything Bakugou had said during their dance in the I-Island ball.
"You look nice, boyfriend," she teased, bumping his shoulder.
"Call me that again and I'll fucking murder you."
"So mean! You're not even gonna say I look good too?"
"If you give out compliments just to get them back, are they even true?" He questioned with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Dang, Bakugou. You got me there."
Katsuki, who was peacefully sipping on his soda, suddenly spit everything with an incredulous look. "What the fuck did you just say?!"
Ochako's eyes widened. "That you... got me there?"
"Did you just fucking say 'dang'?" He wiped the back of his hand on his chin, looking amused.
Ochako's confusion slowly dawned to understanding. "I...did," she smiled sheepishly.
"Fuck. That's rich." He snorted after a moment, as if he still couldn't believe it. Katsuki placed his plastic cup on a nearby table. "You should say damn."
"There's really no need..."
"It feels good," he guaranteed. "You should say it to surprise people. 'Damn this place' or 'damn you, assholes.' I'm not even going to initiate you on 'fuck' yet."
Ochako really tried to keep a straight face, but she failed. "Bakugou, what do you care if I curse or not?"
"Well," he got closer to her, his voice lowering so people nearby wouldn't hear their secret. "If everyone is supposed to believe that you're my girlfriend," the use of that particular word sent a chill down her spine for unknown reasons, "then you should curse more. You know, learn from the best and all."
Uraraka rolled her eyes. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm fucking serious. No one gets near me without losing some decency."
"That sounded positively dirty."
"Woah," his eyes glinted. "I didn't go there."
Ochako turned red from ears to nose, eyes widening and turning away from Bakugou. "S-Shut up."
"Shut the fuck up."

Uraraka groaned and left, spotting Yaomomo with a fancy hairdo and Toru-chan in desperate need of another female companion. They would be a wonderful substitute for this mortifying conversation.
After she left, Katsuki just smirked. Ochako was fun to tease, even though he was the one who ended up burned almost every time. He made a mental note to make more dirty jokes near her since that's what always made her lose her composure.
He kept sipping his drink and growled when he saw his "friends" nearing him. Kaminari was so fucking annoying. The birthday boy accompanied him, a large grin showing his pointy teeth.
"Hey bro!" Kirishima enthusiastically opened his arms in order to initiate a hug. Katsuki didn't move, but he was engulfed in the embrace all the same. "I'm glad you came."
"Whatever."
"Where's my present?" The redhead inquired, glancing around at both of Bakugou's very much empty hands.
"Hah?!" The blond frowned, glaring at his classmate. "My fucking presence is your gift, you ungrateful little shit!"
"Ah man, you're no fun! I only got eight so far! Why the hell do you think I invited everyone here?" Kaminari laughed and Katsuki's eyebrows twitched. He was pissed that this social gathering wasn't punishment enough. "I mean, do you really think I wanted to invite Mineta here? That guy's a freaking perv."
"Did he get you a present?" Katsuki demanded with a sour look.
"As a matter of fact, he did. He gave me a body pillow of some anime girl. Dude's got issues."
"Like you're gonna return it, Shitty Hair?"
"Ouch!" Kirishima laughed, Pikachu snickered, and even Bakugou cracked the smallest of smiles. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Okay, he was completely wrong. Coming to this party was the worst idea he had ever had.
As the hours passed, people kept mingling more and more until they were sitting down in a circle, a bottle spinning in between them.
How the hell had he ended up there.
"I'm not playing," he stated bluntly, and most classmates ignored his little outburst. "I'm fucking serious. This shit is dumb and -"
"Aw Kacchan!" Fucking Deku sat near him. "You should at least play along! Uraraka-san is playing!"
"Why the hell should I care -"
"Ahh Bakugou!" Ochako smiled as she interrupted him, waving her hands frantically. "You don't really have to, it's okay!"
"Nonsense," Jirou sat down cross-legged across from Ochako. "Everyone's playing."
Bakugou was about to contest when Pikachu leaned in and spun the bottle. It landed on Tsuyu and Mineta.
"Ah Tsuyu-chan!" Mineta got up with his characteristic thirsty look. "I dare you to -"
"I pick truth, kero."
Everyone laughed, and Mineta deflated. He then asked her what was the most embarrassing thing she was caught doing, and to everyone's surprise, Tsuyu just snickered.
"I once got caught by my mom using my tongue to scratch a really itchy spot on my back where I couldn't reach, kero. It was funny because I looked like a dog!"
Uraraka chuckled at the story, and Bakugou took a moment to notice her. Really look at the weirdly brave girl sitting across from him. She was a psycho, that was for sure. No one went all out on him like she did in the Sports Festival. But instead of pissing him off, she actually got his respect. And, you know. He wasn't blind. She was cute. Probably the cutest in class. Ponytail was the sexiest because of her revealing hero costume, but that didn't interest Bakugou. To him, the creating hero was only trying to divert everyone's attention from her boring personality. Everyone in his class was either annoying or tolerable. They were a bunch of extras, aside from Deku, who took the fucking trophy of the biggest pain in his ass, Kirishima and Kaminari, who were actually okay to talk to, and Uraraka, who was also fine to interact with.
Lost in his thoughts, Bakugou didn't pay attention to the latest two or three spins of the bottle, but everyone gasped when they heard -
"I dare you to kiss anyone in this room," Aoyama challenged.
"Uraraka-san will kiss her boyfriend, obviously!" Claimed the invisible girl.
"What a waste of a good challenge," Tokoyami sighed. Everything was about kissing with these people.
Bakugou would be amused and even mildly interested if he didn't put two and two together. Uraraka had picked dare. Probably because she was afraid of picking truth and people asking about their 'relationship'. She was then dared to kiss anyone in the room. And of course she couldn't pick anyone else but him, since they were dating for everyone else.
Fuck.
Katsuki frowned and glared, starting to shout at the nearest targets, but people started chanting "kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
"Are you all fifth-graders?!" Katsuki snarled, knuckles cracking and tiny explosions blasting from his fingers menacingly.
But alas, he had already threatened every single one of his classmates at least twice, so his menaces were no longer taken seriously. People kept encouraging them forward, and as he glanced at Uraraka, he could see she was red from ear to ear.
"Ah, but B-Bakugou doesn't... I don't..." Whatever she was saying was drowned out by the noise, insistent and annoying. She stuttered and tucked a strand behind her ear nervously, stealing looks all around her, and for the first time Bakugou noticed some of her brown hair was clipped back.
That information was in no way relevant to the situation, and Katsuki wondered why the hell he had just thought about that. People continued their stupid chanting, so he growled out an "Okay! Fuck!"
Excited gasps filled the room and he tried to shut them out. This was about to go down, wasn't it? His first kiss with fucking Uraraka. Not that she was gross or anything, but Katsuki was pissed. He hated being forced to do things. He hated being pressured. But might as well get it over with.
Uraraka was still spluttering and over-gesturing, when Katsuki sighed forcefully. "Oi, Uraraka. Let's get this over with."
Ochako closed her mouth audibly, red as a tomato, and gulped. She didn't have a problem with experience, but she was a little bothered that this was going down in front of everyone.
Plus, Deku-kun was at this party. This was never supposed to happen - she and Bakugou were meant to hold hands at the most, and the lie was never supposed to go over a couple of weeks...
She set aside all feelings of confusion and neared Bakugou. Her fake boyfriend. She could do this. Ochako was brave. Also it wasn't like this was her first kiss or anything. Just her first (most likely only one) with Bakugou.
This was okay.
Katsuki had his arms crossed and his glare directed at the circle of classmates. Why did he even agree to coming to this party again? He'd have been better off working out in the gym. This was ridiculous.
Ochako took the opportunity of Bakugou being slightly distracted by the ruckus, and touched four of her fingertips on his cheek. Red eyes didn't even have time to widen before she directed his face to hers, joining her lips in a quick motion.
Her eyes were closed out of habit, but she could still feel him stiffen. Katsuki felt...weird. This was like a sneak attack, right? Could she do that?
Just as he finally relaxed a little, tense muscles softening and eyelids fluttering close, Uraraka pulled away.
"T-There," she said meekly. "Happy now?"
"Extremely!" Aoyama shouted out, glittering as usual.
"Embarrassing," Todoroki deadpanned.
"Shut up, half and half bastard!" Katsuki growled.
Ochako chuckled nervously. This hadn't been so bad after all. At least it was over. She really hoped Bakugou wouldn't be weird about this, but... she didn't know why, she felt like this was more of a big deal to him than it had been to her. Maybe she was right in her assumption that he hadn't kissed anyone? Oh God, she hoped not. She had only been teasing, and being someone's first kiss was a lot of pressure. That person would always remember you when they thought back to that memory...
They both returned to their places in the circle and Katsuki crossed his arms again. There, he had kissed someone. He didn't need to worry about that for another fifteen years now.
He could shrug this off, the memory of her lips against his already fading, the only details sticking in his mind were the feeling of her soft finger pads on his cheek and the nice smell of her shampoo all over his nose.
But back to reality. The bottle was spun once, twice, ten more times. Todoroki was dared to kiss someone and he chose Yaomomo. Ochako gasped along with everyone, but his was only a peck on the lips. Of course it was enough to make Momo-chan blush, but still... most people picked truth. Everyone who picked dare was challenged to kiss someone. Mina had gotten up and kissed Kirishima, much to everyone's amusement.
Uraraka stole a peek to Deku-kun. What had been his reaction to her dare? He seemed normal now, but had he gotten up and left during her kiss with Bakugou? Had he been upset at all? She'd have to ask Tsuyu-chan later. She was the only one who knew Uraraka's secret. She knew why Ochako was doing this, so she'd be a good friend and tell her, right?
Deku-kun was acting as usual, laughing and cheering Kirishima on. He was so cute and hardworking. Who wouldn't fall for him? She was positive at least three other girls were in love with that boy. He was like a ray of sunshine. He warmed her up.
Bakugou, on the other hand... she sighed. That boy was trouble. Sure, he was also cute and hardworking, but in a whole other dimension. His pride and arrogance would be his downfall. Ochako hoped for his best, but she knew he needed to be less rude, curse less often, treat people respectably... he could learn a thing or twenty from Deku-kun. Specially considering his past as a bully. That was something Ochako simply did not approve or condone.
Distracted by her thoughts, she was suddenly back in the game when she hard Bakugou groan out loud. The end of the bottle had stopped in his direction.
"Do I really fucking have to?" He snapped.
"C'mon," Kirishima coaxed him. "It's my birthday!"
"Pick dare and kiss Uraraka again!" Shoji stated, much to the snickers of the rest of the class.
"Just fucking ask me something," he snarled to poor Ojiro, whose tail trembled a little in response.
"Okay then," Ojiro gathered up his courage. "What did you see in Uraraka-san?"
Ochako snapped her head up. Freaking Bakugou! Was he dumb or something? She hadn't picked truth in the first place so she could get away with some stupid dare! It was obvious people were curious about their relationship. They didn't know it was fake!
But then again, if he picked dare, they'd make them kiss again. And that had been so embarrassing...
"Her guts and roundness are respectable," he huffed out, not an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. Uraraka's eyes widened slightly and she felt... flattered. She glanced at Deku-kun for his reaction, but all the green-haired boy looked was cheerful as usual. Ochako smiled it off, deciding to stop staring so much.
"Aww," Toru-chan led the following chorus. Uraraka rolled her eyes. She loved her classmates. She really hoped they wouldn't be too heartbroken when she and Bakugou 'broke up' eventually.