Bakugou's focus was scattered, so filled with nervous anticipation that he paced in circles in his room, pulling his phone from his pocket anxiously every minute or so to check the time. At this point, he could barely hold a conversation with himself if he wanted to or even sit down, as his thoughts raced in infinite directions. Bakugou, worn out from pacing, maybe even slightly dizzy, finally took a seat on the edge of his bed, staring into the long, black mirror that hung from the back of his door, directly in front of him. "What am I doing? I'm acting like an idiot." He stood up, walking over to see his reflection more clearly, perfecting pieces of his blonde hair and straightening out the stray wrinkles in his white t-shirt with his hands. Katsuki took one more glance at his phone which now read '7:30 PM'.

He took a deep try to suppress his nerves, "I guess I should head that way."

Across town, Uraraka was sprawled on her bed, lying on her stomach in a white fuzzy towel with her feet swaying in the air behind her. Pop music played on her speakers as she painted her nails pink while talking on the phone with Asui, recounting all the details of how Bakugou managed to ask her on a date. She looked up from her nails and smiled at the new, baby blue, flowy shirt her mom bought specially for tonight that was hanging up in her closet next to the dark denim jeans she planned to pair with it. "Why am I so nervous, Tsu?" asked Uraraka as she switched hands to paint.

"It's Bakugou of all people, Ochaco. Frankly, I can't even believe it," responded a girlie, frog-like voice.

"Aww, he's not that bad," she giggled. "Plus, even though you have a point, he is still one of the hottest guys in our class."

"Yeah, hot-headed," Tsu replied and both girls laughed together.

"Well I should get going, he's gonna be here any minute. Wish me luck!"

"Okay, Ochako. Good luck, I can't wait to hear how it goes."

As the girls ended their conversation, Uraraka jumped up excitedly with her nails dried, and she changed into her well-planned outfit. She turned from side to side in the mirror making sure she was happy with the way she put herself together. She glanced at her phone, her stomach instantly dropped when she realized she missed a text from Bakugou reading, 'On my way. Be there in 15' that he sent 10 minutes before. "Oh gosh, he's almost here. I wonder where we're going?" She thought out loud, brushing her hair one last time. She smiled, pleased with herself. As she opened her bedroom, she heard a knock at the door and she began to panic. "This is really happening. No, it's not. Yes, it is...Oh no, I'm so unprepared for this."

"Ochaco," a feminine voice called. "Someone's here for you."

Uraraka grabbed her light jacket off the counter, "Thanks mom, love you," she said as she ran past her.

"Don't be out too late!"

"Hey Bakugou," Uraraka said nervously when the door finally closed behind her.

"Uh, yeah. So...what do you wanna do?" He replied quickly.

"Wait, you didn't plan any of this?"

Bakugou fumbled with his thoughts, Oh shit, what do I now. I didn't even think of anything. I'm such an idiot. "I forgot, okay." That didn't come sounding the way I thought it would.

His words struck her as if he didn't want to be here and she stopped short on the sidewalk behind him, "Should we not do this?"

"No. I'm sorry, that came out all wrong. I just meant I didn't really come up with a plan." He corrected and she let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm not really good at this thing either," she laughed anxiously, as they walked side by side. "This is my first time going out with anyone."

"I'm starving. Let's go eat."

"Ugh, same. Let's do it!"

The lighting was dim and the air was heavy with the scents of all the different types of food they served here. As they waited for theirs, a waiter walked by their table with a tray full of deserts the table behind them ordered and their mouths watered. The restaurant was small and he was beginning to feel claustrophobic. Bakugou's stomach was in knots both from hunger and nerves. Silence settled over them as they both tried their best not to say anything stupid, however they weren't saying anything at all. Their eyes glanced around the room, blushing each time they made contact. "I-I uh…" Bakugou began with a stutter. "I haven't had the chance to tell you that I thought you did well at the Sports Festival."

"Wow," she replied in shock. "I didn't know you gave compliments."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" Snapped Bakugou as he usually does, earning a laugh from Uraraka.

"I mean, thank you. I tried my best. I thought for sure my plan would work but you outsmarted me."

He smiled pridefully before taking a bite of his food that finally arrived. "You weren't bad, just gotta work on your timing."

"Oh," she replied, unsure of to say. "I guess you're right. You weren't so bad yourself considering you won."

"I didn't win," he said growing increasingly frustrated.

"Calm down," she giggled "Let's try not drawing attention to you for once."

As the night went on they filled their stomachs, sharing laughs and stealing sweet glances of one another. Uraraka however, noticed Bakugou's short responses to her "getting to know you" questions and stories she shared of her life and couldn't help feeling like she was boring him. His face looked as if he were ready to leave but inside, all he could think about was trying to find the right words to say to her. He had never been this nervous before. He had fought villains but those nerves paled in comparison to these. Think Bakugou. Think. She's probably thinking I'm an asshole right now. Internally he was starting a war within himself. What aren't you talking you big IDIOT?! SPEAK!

As words finally tried to break through his lips, Uraraka interrupted, "Can I ask you something?" she said nervously pushing food around her plate with her chopsticks.

"Yeah sure."

"Well, it's just that you told me that day at school that you needed to know me. I mean you've hardly ever said a word to me before now unless you were yelling at me to get out of your way so, why all a sudden do you want anything to do with me?"

He paused, as those words gave him a mini heart attack as well as guilt for being the type of person towards her she just described him as. He tried quickly to unscramble all the words he wanted to say to her but all he couldn't speak. He looked down and took a deep breath, "I know I haven't paid much attention to you and I can see why you'd question it but after that day," he smirked. "I've...admired you."

"YOU...admire ME?" she asked puzzled. "Are you sure you're Bakugou?"

"You didn't give up. You held on until the last second and while I was trying to end you in that fight with everything I had, I was blind to what was really happening. You pulled a fast one on me but it was your desire after I stopped your attack and the look in your eyes as you kept trying to fight me that I can't get out of my mind. You didn't fear me. I just needed to be alone with you and I want to know more about you." Bakugou got up from the table, placing money on the check and pulled his jacket on.

Uraraka was at a loss for words as she stared at the table. She was stunned at the words coming from him. The Bakugou she always knew would never admit to something like that and while lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed him standing with her jacket waiting to help her put it on. "Are you coming, Floaty Girl?" He asked jokingly with his cheeks painted pink.

As the city lights faded in the distance, the leaves on the tall trees lining the park's path, glistened in the moonlight and rustled in the chilly breeze. Iron benches lined each side of the asphalt and silhouettes of other people holding hands or on solo nightly strolls could be seen as far as the eye could see. "I don't know what to say, Bakugou." She said, stopping at a vacant bench. "To be honest, I also tried thinking of all the reasons you'd wanna ask me here tonight but I couldn't come up with a single plausible answer. I really thought at some point you were gonna rub my loss in my face."

"Is that what you think of me?" He asked with a small laugh, sitting down next to her.

"I mean that's what anyone would probably think."

"Do you actually like me?" she asked, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Or do you just like the way I fight?"

Bakugou placed his arm around her and Uraraka felt herself lean nervously closer to him. The softness of his warm skin and the gentle touch of his fingers resting on her shoulder made her body tingle. She felt the soft panic in her stomach that would grow or fade depending on what he did next but even he was unsure what his next move would be. The moonlight was a diffuse glow above them, lessening the velvet blackness of the night but no so bright as to dull the thousands of stars that glistened in the canopy above. They sat in the silver light, admiring constellations when Bakugou gently leaned forward and turned to face her, breaking the silence, "Uraraka," he began shakily. "There's something I wanna -"

"Yo! Bakugou!" shouted Kaminari from behind.

Kirishima grabbed him by the arm and covered his mouth, "Kaminari, you idiot…"

Bakugou's face turned a bright red that even the obsidian sky couldn't dim. "YOU IDIOT'S!" he growled, not even turning to face them.

"Bakugou, it's okay…" Uraraka whispered with calmness as she placed her hand on his knee. "Hey, guys!" She shouted with her bubbly voice and a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"This big mouth and I were just on a night run," began Kirishima, "We didn't know you'd be here and then we spotted you. I told him to let's keep going and leave you two alone but...here we are."

"Bakugou, I didn't think you were actually serious."

"Shut up before I pound your face into the ground," shouted Bakugou who was now standing and tense.

Uraraka stood up too, looking at Bakugou with innocent curiosity, "Serious about what?"

"Well, we kinda dared Bakugou to - OUCH!"

"Are you serious?!" Shouted Kirishima, smacking Kaminari on the back of the head as hard as he could.

Uraraka froze, staring at Kaminari as those words trailed from his lips. She felt a pain in her chest as if his words cut her. She gazed onto the ground in front of her and she felt her eyes begin to swell. "Wait…" she mumbled, choking back tears. "This was all just a joke to you? But...I-I thought..."

Bakugou's eyes grew narrow, rigid, and cold. His fist balled up and the veins on his arms and face swelled to triple their normal size. The blood drained from his face and his heart raced rapidly with a fit of fiery anger that was ready to explode. Bakugou was hungry with destruction as he stormed towards Kaminari. "I'm gonna KILL YOU SPARKY!" Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks when out of the corner of his raging eyes, he saw Uraraka running away. "Uraraka! Wait!" He charged after her, turning his head over his shoulder back to his friends. "This isn't finished!"

I'm so stupid. Deku was right, he was up to something. Why did I believe him? How could I have thought that Bakugou actually liked me? Uraraka ran as fast as she could with no destination in mind. All she wanted to do was get away from him and he wasn't going to let him see her tears. Her heart sank, "Never again," she vowed under her breath. She ran down the busy city street, weaving in and out of people earning stares she would never notice. She turned her head around to look behind her in hopes she lost him but, he was catching up. "Leave me alone!" She shouted.

"Uraraka! Wait! Let me explain."

She ignored him. She ran even faster now. I'm so embarrassed. Why does this hurt so bad? Her breath came in spurts as her lungs were screaming and her muscles grew hotter with each stride. Checking behind her again, a sudden wave of relief came over her and she slowed her pace to catch her breath when he was no longer visible. But she had underestimated him and as soon as she turned around, there he was with only a foot between them now. He stood his ground right in front of her leaving her no option but to confront him. Her breath quickened, "This...this was some game to you?"

"No, it wasn't like that."

She closed her eyes, fighting back more tears that threatened to break free. "Then what was it like, Bakugou? Why would he say that if it wasn't true?"

He looked at her and sighed. Her face was painted with disappointment and hurt and he knew it was all his fault. "Look," he said, stepping closer towards her as she countered with two steps back. "At first, maybe. Maybe I did only do it for the wrong reasons. But the fact that I haven't stopped thinking about you since our fight is the truth. Everything I said to you tonight wasn't a lie. It's how I feel. I didn't know what my goal was by asking you out." He moved closer again, testing to see if she'd deny him again but this time she remained frozen.

"Why did you do it?" She hiccupped, breaking the silence as more tears rolled down with the same quietness.

He sighed, closing his eyes slowly as he succumbed to the guilt he was feeling, "Uraraka, I'm sorry. I know what it seems like…" Bakugou gently lifted her chin to look her in her desperate eyes while his other hand held her left wrist. "All I know now is that I feel something for you that I've never felt before about anyone. You are all I can think about, Ochaco." He let her wrist go free, "And if you feel I'm still lying, you can walk away and I won't stop you if that's what you choose to do."

They stared into each other's eyes as if a silent argument were ensuing between them. Her eyes tried to battle his but she couldn't deny the sincerity pouring out of them and all their brilliance as the city lights reflected in them like dancing fireflies. Her lips trembled while wanting to say something though no words could escape her. A stray, silvery tear shimmered as it rolled down her cheek, landing on Bakugou's fingers as his hands held her face between them now. His thumbs caressed her warm cheeks while his fingertips wrapped themselves in her silky hair, teasing the weak spots behind her ear and it was driving her emotions wild.

"Bakugou…"

He leaned in until his forehead rested against hers. "You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered.

Uraraka's stomach filled with butterflies at the feeling of his warm breath shaking and his fingertips demanded she come closer. A smile formed as his lips gently brushed hers before fully taking them captive. He pressed harder and her body melted into his. His kiss was soft and slow and comforting in ways she never could've imagined. She craved him, running her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space between them and she could feel the beat of his heart against her chest. Bakugou studied her lips all night but he never could've imagined how good they would feel against his own. They were his torment and his salvation.

He pulled away, needing to catch his breath through a smile that beamed ecstasy. Uraraka couldn't help but smile back as she grabbed his hand in hers. Her cheeks were on fire from her first real kiss. "Um...I should probably get home before my parents start to worry," she said reluctantly and awkwardly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he replied, stealing one more gentle kiss. He walked her home, laughing and talking, hand in hand.

"I really like you, Bakugou. This was probably the weirdest but the best night of my life so far," she said as she shyly tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear under the porch light.

Before he could respond, the door peered open, "Ochaco?" a dainty voice called, "It's time to come in now."

"Okay mom," she replied. "I guess...I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," he smiled with a soft wave at both of them, watching as the door closed behind Uraraka.

A beaming smile formed on his lips as if he were absorbed by a feeling that he had seldom felt before. His cheeks were burning as he touched his lips, still feeling Uraraka against his, licking the remaining taste of her off them. Being this open, this emotionally vulnerable was one of the hardest, yet easiest, things he had ever done. He felt confident with her and her bubbly spirit and passion were his new addiction. Bakugou took one last glance over his shoulder, hands lost in his pockets, at her house that was now a mere speck in the distance. Suddenly, his brows furrowed. "Now...you two!" He said in the moonlight with a sinister grin at the thought of Kirishima and Kaminari. "IM GONNA KILL YOU!"

The End.

AN: So, I know it was only a short little two-shot but I hope you guys enjoyed it! One reason I love this ship is how completely opposite they are and yet he still respects her and in writing them, there are so many possibilities! I love opposites attract scenarios 3

I just wanted to thank each of you who, commented, favorited, and/or followed. It means the absolute world to me and I can't wait to continue writing in this fandom. In fact, a full-length KiriBaku is coming called, "If It Isn't You." I hope to post the first chapters soon. Until then, I love you all! BTW...Usually, I name chapters after songs that may fit. Sometimes not but this one was after First Time (acoustic) by Seven Lions :)

Again...thanks sooo much XO

-Taurus!