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deercountry2022-06-26 11:43 am
detonating) wrote in deercountry2022-06-26 11:43 am
So make a wish, I'll make it like your birthday everyday
Who: MHA Hero (S)Quad (Bakugou, Ochako, Deku, Todoroki) & friends of Ochako Uraraka
What: Ochako's Fake Birthday party surprise
When: (forward dated to) June 27th
Where: Rocky's Bar(cade) in Cellar Door
Content Warnings: Unruly teenage shenanigans, alcohol, underage drinking, will update as needed!
[[OOC: This log isn't necessarily OPEN, but if your character has met Ochakofloatsaway, is not a straight up villain and you would like to hop in, we can either handwave the RSVP or you can go over to this post to do the thing!]]
The day has come! If your character RSVP'd to Ochako's fake birthday party, they will have gotten a private message from one un; Dynamight with a location (Rocky's Bar(cade) ) and time (6pm). The party, put together during the earlier hours of the 27th, is set up in the upper bar portion of the converted warehouse. Streamers of all different colors are strung all over the place, and these resourceful teens actually managed to find a pack of balloons! No helium means that they have been fastened to streamers and walls, though there are a stray few that have found their way to the floor.
A banner is also strung from wall to wall near the upper level entrance, that reads (and has been added to with handwriting) Happy Fake Birthday!
There are three tables that have been covered in brightly covered confetti and glitter, each serving it's own important purpose. One has been designated for gifts,; obvious by the ever growing pile on the top of it).
Another is covered in an assortment of party snacks. Cookies (home made by yours truly, you're fucking welcome) in a slight variety: sugar, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle. There are chips, ranging from things like Doritos to tortilla chips, and just near the large bowls of those are slightly smaller ones filled with home made salsa. Katsuki isn't a complete maniac, these are labeled appropriately. One reads Whiny Babies, the next Guess You're Not A Total Bitch; aka medium spice level, and the last says For Bad Ass Motherfuckers... and that is clearly the inferno salsa that he suspects is going to be coming home with him by the end. If ya want real food, you're just going to have to settle for the appetizers that the bar offers or fucking go home for it, cause there was no way Katsuki was going to be able to cook actual food for the entire list of Ochako's friends. Drinks; booze, soda and water are all up for grabs at the bar, to save space.
The last table has a giant card for people to sign (with an assortment of colored pens and markers beside it), just in front of a huge plate of hand made mochi. Behind that plate is a magnificent cake (made by Snow White) that manage to even impress Katsuki.
Entertainment wise, the upstairs has both pool tables and dart boards, but should people need something more than that, there is an arcade downstairs. There's a paper on the entrance to the arcade with a note that reads You fuck shit up, I will personally END you... because Katsuki is already going to be working this off for ages and Dean (who he has no idea has left Trench entirely) won't appreciate his shit getting wrecked.
Katsuki; oh so clever, will be walking in with Ochako at about 6:15pm, having told her that while he was told about an arcade while doing his daily work out on Raleigh's farm. He's instructed everyone there to scream surprise in her face as loud as they can the minute they walk in... because that's what people do for shit like this, right???
Party on, motherfuckers!
(Side note, on July 1st, Rocky's Bar is going to mysteriously explode as per the Dean player's final request, so if anyone wants to harass Bakugou with accusations about that? Totally welcome.)
What: Ochako's Fake Birthday party surprise
When: (forward dated to) June 27th
Where: Rocky's Bar(cade) in Cellar Door
Content Warnings: Unruly teenage shenanigans, alcohol, underage drinking, will update as needed!
[[OOC: This log isn't necessarily OPEN, but if your character has met Ochako
floatsaway, is not a straight up villain and you would like to hop in, we can either handwave the RSVP or you can go over to this post to do the thing!]]The day has come! If your character RSVP'd to Ochako's fake birthday party, they will have gotten a private message from one un; Dynamight with a location (Rocky's Bar(cade) ) and time (6pm). The party, put together during the earlier hours of the 27th, is set up in the upper bar portion of the converted warehouse. Streamers of all different colors are strung all over the place, and these resourceful teens actually managed to find a pack of balloons! No helium means that they have been fastened to streamers and walls, though there are a stray few that have found their way to the floor.
A banner is also strung from wall to wall near the upper level entrance, that reads (and has been added to with handwriting) Happy Fake Birthday!
There are three tables that have been covered in brightly covered confetti and glitter, each serving it's own important purpose. One has been designated for gifts,; obvious by the ever growing pile on the top of it).
Another is covered in an assortment of party snacks. Cookies (home made by yours truly, you're fucking welcome) in a slight variety: sugar, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle. There are chips, ranging from things like Doritos to tortilla chips, and just near the large bowls of those are slightly smaller ones filled with home made salsa. Katsuki isn't a complete maniac, these are labeled appropriately. One reads Whiny Babies, the next Guess You're Not A Total Bitch; aka medium spice level, and the last says For Bad Ass Motherfuckers... and that is clearly the inferno salsa that he suspects is going to be coming home with him by the end. If ya want real food, you're just going to have to settle for the appetizers that the bar offers or fucking go home for it, cause there was no way Katsuki was going to be able to cook actual food for the entire list of Ochako's friends. Drinks; booze, soda and water are all up for grabs at the bar, to save space.
The last table has a giant card for people to sign (with an assortment of colored pens and markers beside it), just in front of a huge plate of hand made mochi. Behind that plate is a magnificent cake (made by Snow White) that manage to even impress Katsuki.
Entertainment wise, the upstairs has both pool tables and dart boards, but should people need something more than that, there is an arcade downstairs. There's a paper on the entrance to the arcade with a note that reads You fuck shit up, I will personally END you... because Katsuki is already going to be working this off for ages and Dean (who he has no idea has left Trench entirely) won't appreciate his shit getting wrecked.
Katsuki; oh so clever, will be walking in with Ochako at about 6:15pm, having told her that while he was told about an arcade while doing his daily work out on Raleigh's farm. He's instructed everyone there to scream surprise in her face as loud as they can the minute they walk in... because that's what people do for shit like this, right???
Party on, motherfuckers!
(Side note, on July 1st, Rocky's Bar is going to mysteriously explode as per the Dean player's final request, so if anyone wants to harass Bakugou with accusations about that? Totally welcome.)
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Ochako unknowingly holds his heart in her hands right now, and it's his own fucking fault that it's about to get crushed into nothing. Katsuki's jaw works as he turns the rest of the way, shoulders drawing back as his posture straightens--like a man who is staring down the noose that's about to take him out of the picture. Defiant, ready to take his fucking medicine. Because while he's been a coward about telling her the truth, has been hiding it and denying it and doing everything he can to pretend like it isn't true, he isn't going to go down like one.
It feels like an eternity of waiting with bated breath before those brown eyes raise again, and she finally speaks. Prematurely, his brows knit hard and face screws up like he's expecting her to actually hit him in the face or something--the anticipation of what he thinks he's about to hear just too much for him to be able to prevent it but it doesn't last.
Ochako says the complete opposite, and it changes in an instant. Now his eyes are wide, his mouth opening slightly with his nearly inaudible ] H-hah??
[She
Fucking meant it?? The shit they say about drunk assholes being more honest leans on the true end of the spectrum?? He can't be hearing this right. Ochako is still talking, she's actually fucking saying the words and he still just can't. Can't process a goddamn thing beyond 'I'm p-pretty sure I'm, um...i-in love with you.
It's probably shitty for Ochako and seems validating to everything she goes on to say, the way that Katsuki just gapes at her in fucking shock during most of... whatever the fuck she's saying, fast like that. Somewhere inside, the blond hears her, but it's all fucking fuzzy and distant--like some fucked up dream... in the best way possible? God, he almost feels light headed, everything is tingling with the rush and his fucking heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. That SHOULD be sickening to him but it's... it's just fucking warm and good and fuck! Fuck! What does he DO with this information? Does he just fucking out and tell it to her? Because keeping his emotions in check is NOT his strong suit and Katsuki is pretty sure he's going to lose control and wind up just scream it into her fucking face--
Ochako's eyes well up, she says the last thing and all of the welling panic over what action he's supposed to take and has him frozen is killed, instantly. Katsuki's fucking alive again, he's moving without even thinking about it. Clearing the distance in between them with just two strides and taking her face into his hands to tip it up. He's close, he's leaning in and just before, with just a breath in between their mouths... he manages to growl out one sentence.] You're such a fucking idiot sometimes, just shut up!
[And then, after so fucking long of thinking about doing it... dreaming about it like some loser piece of shit sap, Katsuki's lips are pressing firmly, with utmost confidence and so much pent up desire, into Ochako's.]
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She waits, like Bakugou did for her, for his answer, his inevitable rejection, because how in the world could he possibly accept a plain, boring, useless, disgusting, poor, dumb as fuck idiot like her when he could have literally anyone else that's on equal ground with how amazing he is? She has no chance, never did, and never expected herself to. It wasn't going to happen, Ochako knew his, and yet she feels so small and so hopeless as she stares down her classmate tearfully. She half expects him to blow up, possibly even literally, and when Bakugou moves, she even braces for it. Braces for the impact, and to be told how stupid she is, and to leave and never come back, and to...to...]
Eh--
[Her face is in his hands, forced to look at Bakugou so close to her suddenly, and Ochako feels herself freeze, and time seem to slow to a crawl as he leans forward and kisses her. He kisses her. Bakugou Katsuki is...kissing her. He is kissing her and she doesn't know what to do for that one second before her conscience screeches loudly in her head and she knows what she should do. What she's wanted to do for...months.
She kisses him back.
Hands wrap around his neck, one sliding into his hair, pinkies raised as she sinks against his chest and feels time stop entirely. This can't be real, it has to be a dream...she's still in bed, drunk off her ass, and this is just a dream. It's too perfect, way too perfect and wonderful to be real, and yet...]
Bakugou...!
[She breathes, lips still against his, but needing to breathe, because otherwise she's sure to faint. Eyes peek open, and yeah, he's there. He's actually there, and it's real and Ochako pulls him closer and presses her mouth against his again, and again, and again, and again - peppering his face with kisses between breaths because she wants it to be real. Wants this to be real.]
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The sentiment that this has got to be a dream is shared, but he knows it's not. He's done this a thousand times in his dreams, woken up feeling ashamed and like a total fucking creep for not being able to stop his subconscious from projecting what he's grown to want so badly over time... and it felt nothing like this does. That fabricated elation doesn't have shit on this; the feeling of her warm cheeks under his hands is too fucking real. Even the most vivid of dreams couldn't have the smell of her sweet shampoo flooding his senses like this.
God, her lips are so soft.
The sound of his name, breathed against his mouth, breaks his intense focus on all of that enough to have his eyes flicking open. Meeting hers, this fucking close... it's almost too real suddenly--in the best way possible, and it has heat shooting up the back of his neck and into his cheeks. They're actually here. Doing this. Fucking kissing in their kitchen. She'd cleaned up his face and met him head on in his fury in this very same room not long ago, told him how important he was to her and... wow. Just wow.
Probably not great form, to bark out a half of a sardonic laugh in between the kisses that he's wholeheartedly meeting, but at least he can't help it. His head is... on another fucking level right now. It's swimming, and it almost feels like the time he'd eaten that drugged up mochi. He's just... stupidly fucking high on feelings instead, which is really fucking sappy and gross in reality. He'll probably feel stupid for it later, but fuck that right now.] We're both- [Another kiss met before the next part, Katsuki's half cocked grin has taken over his features without him even realizing.] -fucking idiots- [Again, only now his hands are moving from her cheeks and shifting so that he can loop his arms around Ochako's middle instead. Pressing her in, embracing her... because he's wanted to, like this, and has stopped himself at every turn up until now. He holds her close and intimately, kisses Ochako again because he fucking can now.] -y'know that?
[She ain't stopping, the brunette is kissing him at rapid fire pace all over, but Katsuki knows that he has to break himself from meeting it every time, even if he wants to. There's still something he has to do- to say. How the fuck can he not, when she had the courage to do it? That's the basis of their entire relationship. That's what makes them so fucking good together, makes them a fucking team. They always meet each other on every level, and this one isn't going to be any fucking different. No matter how shitty he is at expressing himself. One arm is shifting again, sliding up enough that he can grab the back of her head gently with fingers that have threaded into her hair, and stop her from coming in for the next one. Katsuki's grin drops then, expression sobering as he, swallows hard, lightly knocks his forehead into Ochako's and looks right into her eyes.] Me too. For a long time now.
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He's so warm.
When he start to pull away, Ochako actually can;t help the little whine of complaint, but the closeness remains with their foreheads touched together and her eyes meeting his in an almost dazed, dreamy kind of way, a hell of a stupid as fuck smile spreading on her lips and making the blush of her pink cheeks spread over her ears and nose, too. The stove is still on, they reallt should make sure nothing catches on fire...but the thought is so distant right now that Ochako doesn't even grace it with enough care. Her world is locked in those gorgeous, red eyes, and her stomach flutters when he confesses, too.
Bakugou likes her back, and has for a long time?]
R-Really...? [It's the stupidest fucking question, considering they were just smacking lips together a second ago, and they could be two puzzle pieces pressed together so, so perfectly snug up against each other right now, but...Ochako can't help it. She wants to hear his voice. Bask in the moment a little. He actually LIKES HER BACK!! Her face hurts from how big her smile is, and she giggles, letting her own hands fall to his shoulders while his remain in her still damp hair.] You did? For real?
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That fucking smile, every time. It's reaching her big eyes and it's got his blood rushing like he's fucking won a fight or something... and even after all this time of combatting it, it's really hard to grasp the concept that someone's expression can make him feel like that. It makes Katsuki fucking happy, it's so fucking gross and cheesy and ugh.
Fuck.
It also makes it harder to be annoyed at her questions. Still, his face is trying to screw up into one of his looks, teeth baring as he uses his hold to knock Ochako's forehead into his again with slightly more force than the last one. He'd told her no sympathy for her hangover last night and he meant it at the time, but somehow while trying to chide her, he still finds himself keeping it in mind when he makes her headbutt him.] Really?! Of course I-- the fuck--y'think I'd do all that crap from yesterday for just anyone?? How the fuck do you think you're even alive right now, after blowing chunks all over me? [C'MON. The entire fucking network knew, now that she knows... those fucking moments should be clicking right into place. This fucking dumbass.
He loves her. So fucking much that it's stupid. And he can't even be pissed at himself for it... not anymore. Not with how she's holding to him and smiling and giggling like that. Fuck.
Also yeah, the stove. Katsuki is aware. Give him some credit, he still had the presence of mind to set the pan aside, so there isn't anything near it. It'll be okay for a minute or two.]
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Aah, don't--! [Her smile drops, and the blush on her face morphs from delight to embarrassment, shame, and guilt. Ugh, why'd he have to go and remind her of that?! Ochako hunches her shoulders, dropping her head as best she can to hide her face in the crook of Bakugou's neck.] Don't remind me... I'm so, so sorry about that. I didn't mean to, and you definitely deserve to scream at me for it, or...or something.
[She shouldn't get off scott-free for it, even Ochako knows that. It's unfair, even if it was sort of an accident, really. She still made the stupid choice to get absolutely shitfaced, and Bakugou was the one to suffer for it...especially after he did all that...for her. It was honest to goodness the best birthday party she ever had in her entire life - n-not that the ones her parents and middle school friends threw for her in the past, but...growing up was not easy for Uraraka Ochako. She never had much, couldn't afford much, so something like this was...incredible.
He is incredible.]
Let me make it up to you, somehow? [She peeks up at him, looking sheepish.]
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He doesn't feel bad for making the jab he did, exactly, but he's also not a huge fan of how quickly he manages to kill the happy look on her face, either. Which goes to show what an embarrassing fucking SAP he's become when it comes to Ochako, doesn't it? Accepting that it's just true--that's just how he is and how he feels about her is still a hard pill to swallow, but now that he's even got the option to swallow it and just let it be, it's... fucking weird. Not a bad weird, but it's still really foreign to the guy who has spent his entire life trying to act like he doesn't give a fuck. Trying to keep people at arms length.
Obviously he's gotten better, but this shit is just going to take some getting used to.]
Oh you can bet your ass that I already did. [While her face is hidden against his neck, he's shifting to curl both arms around Ochako again, tipping his head down so that... ugh, god... fuck, his face is going hot again with the open display of affection that is pressing his lips to the top of her head. And smelling it. Like a fucking loser. Fuck, he's so lame. All of which translates to Katsuki being uncharacteristically flustered and visibly flushed--even if it's just faintly when she peeks up again, leading to the natural force of a hard scowl to cover it up as best as he can. Some things will never change.
It stays right in place, too. He didn't fucking bring it up to make her feel like she owes him something beyond cleaning the shit up! It was just an example! It ain't like she fucking meant to do it, as disgusting as it was, it was completely out of her control. As much as Ochako has talked big, made threats, he knows she'd feel too fucking bad to follow through with something like that.] I don't need you to make it up to me, just do us both a fuckin' favor don't get wasted like that again. Idiot! [Still with sounding annoyed, but not scathing. There's a beat, as the plate in his peripheral makes its way onto his radar again. Katsuki's moving again, taking Ochako by her shoulders, peeling her away from his body to forcibly turn her to face the table.] And, no more cheesy shit right now. You need to eat your damn breakfast, Hangover Girl.
[As much as he could just. Fucking stand here and kiss her, hold her and all of the rest that's going to come with the floodgates being opened, Ochako's got to get something into her stomach and that burner is still on. He's a posterchild for responsibility, ok.]
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But he's manhandling her before she can bridge the question to him, urging her to actually eat and for once Ochako does indeed oblige. Turns around and piloted into her seat by the blond, Ochako sits and grabs her chopsticks to dig in to the rolled up omelet.]
Hangover--hey!! I-It was just the one time, and I do not plan on ever repeating it, so...request granted, or whatever. Once was bad enough... [Because that headache? It's still lingering, pulsing painfully at her temples now that the adrenaline and bliss of her feelings being reciprocated is wearing off. She eats, humming at how flavorful and fluffy the tamagoyaki is, marveling at how the fuck Bakugou can make a simple dish like this taste like a fucking delicacy. Honestly. Though, to be fair...any food right now would be classified as gourmet to Ochako - she desperately needs the calories.] I rinsed your pants, but I'll wash them and your shoes properly a little later, okay?
Depends on how up to it I feel...b-but I'll at least rinse off your shoes, too. You'll have to use your boots for a while until they're properly cleaned and dried, though...sorry.
[Ochako makes a mental note to try and look for a pair of sandals for both herself and Bakugou on her next shopping trip. Something simple, since the hotter weather is coming. That can be something to make up for the trouble she caused him.]
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He's... so fucked. It's so fucking gross and sappy that it's not even hard to override the attempt of his mouth at smiling behind her back to scowl, hard.
As he oils the pan again to get started on his own breakfast, Katsuki can't help but scoff as Ochako tries to excuse herself in protest of the new nickname he's given her.] Doesn't make it any less accurate just cause y'only fuckin' did it once, Hangover Girl! [Probably isn't going to let go of that for the entire day, honestly. Teasing her, riling her up, that's normal and everything has just gone fucking sideways (even if it's in a good way) so a sense of normalcy is uh. Helpful. Especially to Katsuki.
Because as he pours the first layer of egg into the pan and sets it onto the burner, he's... right fucking with her. Wondering what the fuck all of this means, and it's making his face feel hot all over again. Making his throat feel dry. Are they together now? Was he supposed to like... fucking ask her out or some shit? Obviously Katsuki knows in a practical application sort of way that that's how this shit goes, but he has never once imagined himself to be doing that kind of thing. Never fucking gave a shit about romance before Nippon and Trench, never thought he would be considering how to express that... it is what he wants. He wasn't supposed to ever give a shit about this kind of thing!
Thank fuck for the interruption to his thoughts. His head cocks as he tunes in about halfway through Ochako's words, and as he uses his chopsticks to roll the egg he responds.] Least it wasn't on my fuckin' boots. You definitely would've been dead, if that were the case.
[Even though he has two pairs of them. Katsuki loves those boots, okay. He goes quiet for a moment, focus being pinned to the pan where he pours, cooks and rolls the rest of the layers to his tamagoyaki. It's when he's done and putting it onto the second plate that he'd set aside that he speaks again. Falling with Ochako into their normal routine while he cuts the rolled omelet into the small sections, where they share the agenda for the day.] Gotta go back to Rocky's after this. Make sure it's still fucking standing and clean up.
[Stove off. Plated up and good to go, Katsuki's setting his plate down on the table in no time at all and pulling out his chair so he can sit down too. Eyeing her as he picks up his chopsticks, there's a moment of consideration of Ochako before this bossy asshole adds:] You're gonna stay here and fucking rest. You look like shit.
[Says the guy who looks like he hasn't slept at all. Can't see his own face, fuck off.]
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Is this what it's like? To be in love...and have your feelings returned? To share a first kiss with that special person? If so, Ochako is hella fucked, his lips were soft, but his kiss was firm and kind of...assertive. She, um...l-liked that. Fuck. Shit. Gods, she's got it bad and needs to screw her head on striahgt. FOCUS, OCHAKO!!]
Ne, if you get to call me by a nickname every so often, then I get one, too...Puke Pants.
[This is love? ...Yeah. Yeah, it is. It's their brand of it, anyway, and still having that semblance of normal is actually very nice. Everything feels almost like it's electrified, so getting back to their normal level of banter is a relief. Because from today onward, things are going to be different between them. They've both confessed they like one another, the next step still needs to be decided as well, but...they can't just stop being themselves, either. It's going to be an adjustment, for sure. A conversation is going to need to be had.
But for now, it can wait until they at least finish breakfast.]
Mmh, I'd welcome death if I did throw up on your boots...or any part of your costume...and ruined it. It's so s--I mean....cool!! I-It's really...c-cool. [Not a lie!! It is! Ochako thinks it's perhaps the best design of their whole class - super flashy and just so him. The fact their designer is the same person, too...hee! That's pretty cool, too. <3] Yeah, yeah, I know...and I will! But...Bakugou...
You need to rest, too. You looked after me when I was all gross and drunk and stuff, nd it was already late then...and I bet you barely slept, either. When you're done with what yo need to do, come back here and sleep, okay? Please...
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He doesn't even look like he's buying her flattery about his costume, when he does sit down. Not one fucking bit, though he does kind of wonder where the fuck she was going before she corrected herself. 'It's so s--I mean... cool!!' isn't actually smooth, on her part. But he's still stuck on the really shitty nickname Ochako's tried to bestow upon him, so he's gonna let it go. Katsuki is busy, after all, glaring daggers right at her--made easier by the fact that it's so... SO fucking aggravating to find someone cute as hell while wanting to take your chopsticks and jab 'em right into their throat. Instead he holds his death stare and jabs them downward, onto his plate to grab one of the pieces, and shoves it into his mouth.
The look might be softening just a hair at Ochako's concern for his lack of sleep, but it's so minimally that it might not even be able to be picked up. If anyone could though, it'd be her. Chewing and swallowing, he sharpens his gaze all over again in Katsuki's typical posturing way and points at her using the chopsticks.] You don't get to tell me what to do, especially not after last night!
[Another piece gets picked up and popped into his mouth, and the blond regards her grumpily while making his way through that bite. Then, after it's down the hatch, he adds more, with a little less snap to his tone.] We can take a nap when 'm done. [We. We can. Fucking hell, this shit is going to make him itch with how cheesy and soft it is. Gotta compensate for that.] But two hours, tops! I ain't gonna fucking sleep all damn day and screw up my schedule just cause you're worried, got it?!
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In fact, he probably may not have caught her slip up with how he's sulking and simmering about the nickname she gave him. Hmph! Pot, meet Keetle... If he doesn't want a terrible nickname himself, he shouldn't give her one, either!! Round Face wasn't terrible...even if it was a little mean at first, and Cheeks is actually kind of cute. Hangover Girl is circling back to not just a little bit mean, but just plain fuckin' RUDE. If he can't handle a bit of bite, he really shouldn't bark so loud! Ochako has never once backed down when it came to her blond bombshell of a friend/MAYBE boyfriend before, it's not going to start not just because she has feelings for him. No way!
Though her concern is sincere, and genuine...th-though she does sigh and make an offhand comment, probably drowned out by him telling her to not tell him what to do. Sigh...typical.]
Ne, don't point with your chopsticks - that's rude... [Is he listening? No?? Not a surprise...]
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She's filling the kettle, setting it down over the still hot burner and turning it back on, grabbing some teabags from the cupboard (she's too lazy to make looseleaf right now) and leaning against the counter with a bit of a pout, arms crossed over her chest.]
I didn't intend to sleep the whole day! Jeez... [She huffs, puffing out her cheeks and then glancing away as her face gets a little red. Taking a nap...together...but as a couple. M-Maybe...] A two hour nap sounds just fine. Just don't get all hot and sweaty - I already took a bath, and I don't wanna take another one today. You already run hot, Bakugou, and it's getting all sticky and humid enough as is.
[Though that doesn't stop her in the slightest from cuddling up to him sometimes. Ochako is just Like That™.]
Are you going after you eat?
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Also, gonna fucking point with his eating utencils all he wants, watch him. That's his nose curling up in mocking distaste as he chews and watches her move to get tea started... and points the sticks again at her over there out of spite. This is the boy you've apparently fallen in love with, Ochako, hope it's fucking fun.]
Oi! [Swallow before bitching, Katsuki.] Like I have any control over whether or not I run hot! Do I look like a fucking Todoroki? Besides! You're the one who's got a chronic case of clingy going on, so you don't get to bitch when you wake up drenched.
[And yet, neither of them are going to stop cuddling until it's unbearable to do so. Soon, unfortunately. What shitty timing they had, huh?
Katsuki jabbing his chopsticks down into the next piece even more irritably, shoveling it into his mouth as he continues to attempt to smolder her to death with his fiery gaze. At her question, this time he just hums an affirmation through his chewing, with a slight nod for good measure.
It doesn't take him long to finish, and when he does he's getting up and gathering all of the dishes from the table to take them over to the sink. Closer to her. It puts him closer to Ochako, which... fuck. God dammit. Don't glance up like some love-struck--
Too late. He couldn't resist, has gone and stolen one anyway, and maybe is catching her gaze. He only holds it for a second, lips pursing together before turning his attention very pointedly putting himself on task of washing the dishes they've used.
Is this the part where he brings it up? Should he just.... Fucking wait til he gets back? What's the fucking right move here? It feels weird, just leaving it hanging in the air like that and besides why does he have to sit here and fucking agonize over it when he's never hesitated on ANYTHING in his life? EVER. FUCK.
No. Fuck that. That's not him. He ain't fucking scared of asking out a girl!! He ain't scared of SHIT!]
So does all of this- [Katsuki is looking up and over at her, brows knit hard and eyes probably too fucking serious for what's about to come out of his mouth, using the wet plate in hand to gesture between them in the most classy manner.]-make you my fucking girlfriend now or what??
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She snickers at him pointing his chopsticks after her a second time, shaking her head as she regards the blond fondly...then makes a face when he mentions Todoroki. N-No offense to their classmate, but the mental image of sleeping next to him at night is rather off-putting. Like a literal block of ice, both in the sense of his quirk and...k-kind of his personality sometimes, too. Ochako adores Todoroki, truly, but...woof. Would it hurt him to have some emotion sometimes??]
You're the only one I want to sleep with.
[3...2...1--yup. Ochako just realized the accidental innuendo and she turns about as hot and red at the stovetop, smacking her hands to her cheeks with a soft "eep" and whirling around to continue prepping the tea. With the water now boiling, she removes it from the burner and pours some into a cup with the tea bag inside. Green tea, since it's high in caffeine and has a lovely taste and aroma. She can undoubtedly feel his gaze on her, but Ochako does and says nothing until he's sidled up beside her. Ochako bites her lip, setting the kettle down on a cold backburner, and tugs her cup close...
She wants to lean into him, lay her head against his bicep, maybe trace a few fingers over his back or through his hair, but...is that too much? He still seems to be sulking over the mean nickname she gave him (as if he's one to talk), so maybe no--
Oh. Oh, he's just going to gun it, isn't he? Ochako shouldn't be surprised, but she is anyay, scalding her tongue on the hot tea as she was taking a sip, squeaking and setting it down with her tongue out, whipping her head to give him a piece of her mind and...!]
YESIWANNABEYOURGIRLFRIENDPLEASE!!
[Terrifying.]
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SHE REALLY JUST SAID THAT! Of course she fucking did, it's no secret that Ochako's filter came outta the factory fucking damaged. He can't judge that, it's something that they have in common and generally he's pretty unfazed by the shit that can come out of Ochako's mouth. But uh... not this time. Katsuki very nearly inhales a piece of egg as fire shoots up the back of his neck, and there's a minute spent just gaping, frustratingly finding himself a little bit dumbstruck, at his fucking plate while he finishes up.
It uh... sure makes focusing on washing those dishes really easy too, that's for sure. And payback is a bitch, ain't it, Cheeks? He sees the way she burns herself on her tea; Katsuki would almost be smug about it if not for the fact that the brunette is turning and screaming in his fucking face!!!
After the initial shock and reeling back slightly like Ochako's gone and struck him, explosive teen wipes that expression clean and instead looks wholly unimpressed with her and her loud tactics here--fuck, he thought he was bad at this shit!! He's bringing his hand up to stick his pinky in his ear as if to check on the eardrum in it, while of course glaring sidelong and down at her.] You tryin' to finish the damn job and make me deaf? Fuck's sake!
[Katsuki just rolls his fucking eyes and reaches out to nudge Ochako over. Needs access to the dishtowels inside of drawer that she's standing right in front of, but at least he's a little mindful of the steaming hot cup of tea in her hands and it's not a full on shove. He takes the time to dry the dishes, lips pursing together and brows knitting in very purposeful focus on the task at hand... and what he's gonna say next. Because holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This is happening, and he is SO fucking far out of his depth that it's.
He doesn't have a fucking CLUE how to navigate this. And it's grating, for that fact. Katsuki hates not knowing what the fuck to do, hates coming off all fucking weird and clueless. But here he is, huh? How the fuck does one GIRLFRIEND, huh?! All those years of actively avoiding anything romance related because GROSS and ANNOYING sure are paying off here...] Alright-[As the dishes are put in their rightful places in the cabinet, he slings the towel over his shoulder and turns to face opposite of Ochako, looking towards the kitchen table instead of facing the cabinets. His hands rest on the edge of the countertop on either side of his hips in a bracing himself way, fingers lightly drumming his stupid fucking nervousness out there as he tries to sound smooth. Smoother than her, at least.] Fuck-okay. Guess that's... It's... fucking official or whatever.
[Lots of 'or whatevers' coming outta his mouth right now. God, he's fucking cringing at himself right now, he sounds like Shitty Hair or Dunce Face. Also can't stop himself from tearing his gaze up from his bare feet and glancing over at Ochako--at his fucking girlfriend. He should be thankful for the fact that he can't see the ridiculous boyishly nervous look on his face as he holds that gaze, because it would land if the totally fucking dumb and embarrassing category if he had any idea.]
it's very good u_u
Hell, considering Bakugou wasn't even her first crush, Ochako expected things to be COMPLETELY fucking different, but fate has a funny way of changing things, or turning them on their head. She's actually a little happy that it's Bakugou, too... As much as she likes Izuku, Ochako isn't sure the love she has for him still is anything more than platonic. Besides, Izuku always just seems so...hyperfocused on working, constantly working, constantly doing things for other people, that he just never, ever stops. It was admirable once, but there's no balance. Nothing beyond that. His everything is just solely committed to being a Hero - even his hobby. His note booking, his analysis guides...everything. It's all on Heroes.
...Does he do anything else? Ah. Maybe one day Ochako will try to break him out of that shell, introduce him to other things. But right now? A-And....for the first few months, maybe...she's going to be spending most of her time with her new boyfriend.
Whooo...is about as romantic as a ball of lint, but in some weird as hell way, it just makes it not only easier to parse, because it just happens so naturally and without too much fluster, and also a little more endearing, too. Nothing's changed, not overly so anyway... They're still best friends, roommates, can do pretty much everything they've been doing, but now can also...throw in some kisses, touches, hugs, m-maybe an actual date here and there...together. Just them. Ah.]
I'm surprised you're not deaf already with how loud your voice gets... [YUP. NOTHING'S CHANGED.] ...S-So. You're my boyfriend now.
And I'm your girlfriend.
[She sips her tea, quietly, looking determinedly into the liquid and not at his face, because her lips are trying desperately to pull into a stupid, goofy, absolutely smitten IDIOTIC grin again and Ochako is fighting herself to not look so fucking delighted by this. God, she's down bad. This is terrible. Ugh...fuck. She has to reign it in or he might think she's too clingy or something!
Taking another sip, Ochako clears her throat and takes a big, long breath in and out. It doesn't help. She still has to bite her lip to keep from smiling.]
...Hee. ♥
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But at least it comes with the benefit of destroying the stupid look Katsuki's got on his own face. He's right back to--you guessed it! Scowling disapproval daggers her way, and yeah. Yeah. Not a romantic fucking bone in his body, as evidenced by the way the blond is reaching out to shove her head in retaliation for her... very actually reasonable commentary. She doesn't even have to bring up his explosions, since Katsuki couldn't even try to deny that he's loud as fuck most of the time. Shoving your girlfriend is fine, right!! (??) It's! Playfully Gentle...f-for him! The tea in her hands is still being payed attention to, it's not gonna spill a drop or clatter to the floor or anything like that.]
Tch! Shuddup, loser! [His hand drops back down to the counter, with Katsuki scrutinizing the side of her... gross cute fucking face while she tries not to smile too much. He can see it all over her, even before that stupid sound comes outta her. It's infectious. It doesn't have him smiling like a fucking moron or anything, but the sharpness of his expression is decidedly less lethal than normal and he can't stop that from happening no matter how much he tries to scrunch up.] You're a fucking dope. You gonna say that shit like fifty times to make it real or something?
[Cause that's his game. Teasing. Sounding fond while giving her loads of shit. It... feels the most comfortable. It's almost natural, if not for the way that his stomach is doing ridiculous fucking cartwheels while his heart runs marathons in his chest. Maybe that part'll fade eventually--he fucking hopes so, cause he doesn't have a clue how people in love live like this if not. He keeps comparing it to the adrenaline boost that he gets during a fight, but battles are not nerve wracking like this to him. All he can do is sigh and roll his eyes at himself as he... scoots a little closer to her. Voice lowering a little.]
I should- [Can't get rid of the sense of disappointment in his tone, either. God dammit. They're both sappy fucking losers.] -go get this crap over with. You ah... [Squint. Jaw clench. Fingers tapping against the counter again to expend some of this STUPID FUCKED UP ENERGY!!] Y'good?
[With what, Katsuki? WITH HIM LEAVING? WITH EXISTING FOR AN HOUR HUNGOVER WITHOUT HIM? SHE'S FUCKING FINE, YOU IDIOT! FUCK. FOOT. MOUTH.
DIE. JUST DIE.]
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Her thoughts get derailed by the little shove and she laughs, setting her mug down to push him back, though a little weaker, since her headache reminds her she's still in need of proper rest and hydration to kill the hangover she still has. Squeezing one eye shut, Ochako idly wonders if she should go and grab the headpiece of her Hero costume...since there's a mechanism inside it that stimulates an organ in her ears that helps ease headaches. It might be a good idea... Though she rubs at her temples gently to sooth them for now.]
Mmh...maybe. [Ochako grins, and this time she just gives in and leans into his side when he comes closer.] Kinda feels like a dream still... The best kind.
[...]
Only I'd be rich, too, and you'd be carrying a plate of fresh pancakes.
[Let her dream. Ochako giggles to herself, then sighs a bit, allowing herself to enjoy the closeness for just those few minutes longer. She can hear the sullen note in Bakugou's voice and it makes her purse her lips to try not to snicker. Oh my gosh, he's so cute! Grossly cute... And while she does want to stay next to him like this, because it makes her heart flutter and her cheeks warm, they both need to do other things. Ochako has to clean his pants and shoes like she said she would, and he needs to clean up the venue.
Reaching for his hand, Ochako gives it a loving squeeze before releasing.]
I'll be fine, I promise. I just have a little headache, and tummyache, kind of. Nothing I can't deal with.
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And all of that is... pretty fucking overwhelming, to say the least. Katsuki's a little slow to respond... sue him for actually letting himself mentally wax fucking poetic about the girl who'd stolen his damn heart outta his chest months ago. An hour apart honestly might do him some good, give him some time to actually chew on it all cause fuck. Hello, this is the guy who has the emotional capacity of a paper bag. He is so... so fucking out of his depth here, it's not even funny.
Still, he's been playing it fucking cool for months now, and all of that bullshit that just went down in his head is getting expertly shoved back into the abyss. His moment of sorting his shit out in solitude like he does can fucking wait a minute.]
Shocker. [To her being rich in her dream.] And I shoulda known. Ain't me you fell for, it's the fucking cooking. [A joke. A really deadpan one, but a joke nonetheless. And for all that he has no fucking clue what he is doing here or feels almost like an imposter in his own skin, Katsuki isn't going to let that shit win either. Those things might be true, but he also doesn't half-ass anything... and a fucking relationship? Ain't gonna be different. Ochako tries to release his hand, but Katsuki doesn't let her.] Don't overdo it. Shithead. 'm gonna go get dressed.
[For all that they both might believe that Katsuki doesn't a shred of sense for romance, it sure is sweet how he brings her hand up to kiss the top of it before peeling away to go get ready. Doesn't take him long, just a swap out of shirts since sleep pants are also his work out ones thanks to his limited wardrobe and it's not really a long winded event to piss and brush his teeth. No time at all, before he's back. Leaning against the frame to the kitchen entryway. Maaaaybe a little awkwardly, since he like... keeps doing fucking nice guy shit and it's not something that comes naturally to him at ALL. Katsuki is definitely rubbing the back of his neck to sorta nurse his way through how fucking weird it is. Itchy. Sappy shit makes him itch.] Y'need anything while I'm out?
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Which is why his comment about her falling for his cooking makes her pout a little. B-Because he's...half right. His cooking is literally incredible, and a hell of a goddamn boon from even just being his friend and roommate, but it's certainly not the reason she fell in love with him. He's just...always been there for her. They've been through so much together, and they work well together, they shared their vulnerabilities and cried with each other, held each other...they've got each other, forever and always.]
Hey!! I did not! [Hmph!!] You don't see me snuggling up to the rice cooker every night, do you?! I--
[Her voice catches at the intensely sweet, stupidly romantic gesture that he just pulled off so flawlessly, and Ochako has to swallow the knot her throat's tied itself into, blinking dumbly after him for a second before holding her now blazing red cheeks in both her hands, feeling a little...dizzy and tingly all over. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit--]
O-Okay...! [It's like someone was choking a mouse, and that was its last squeak, but Ochako can't find her voice after that, simply just...watching him go and turning her face away once he's out of sight. She has to...lay on the couch a minute, otherwise her legs would give out, or she's start to just float, and she smacks her cheeks a few times to GET. A. GRIP!!!!! She can't act like a fucking damsel right now, it's so not like her!
When Bakugou returns, Ochako is still on the couch, still very red in the face, but she stands up when he moves to go....l-like a fucking little lovesick puppy. Ugh. Fuck. B-But she should at least see him out, right? That's polite, right?? Right!!]
O-Oh, uh...I-I don't think so? I'll check the pantry, but I don't think we need much, and there's plenty of medicine in the bathroom I can take for my headache... J-Just, um...be careful?
[And come back soon, but Ochako doesn't dare say that aloud, for fear of sounding...eugh--desperate.]
lets knock some foreheads
The teenager who comes out after seems perfectly composed for the moment though. He finds that Ochako is no longer in the kitchen, instead is out on the couch by the front door, so instead of lingering in the doorway, he moves to put on the pair of boots that he's left by the door.]
If it ain't dire, it can wait. I don't actually feel like bein' a damn errand boy, I was just- [Being nice. Disgusting. Katsuki's flushing faintly, nose curling up in absolute distaste at himself as he finishes and straightens up. Ochako is right there when he does, which just makes the boy feel even more seen while almost going and admitting something like that out loud. He doesn't elaborate further because she's going to fucking know where he was going with it, whether he likes it or not. Instead he just forces his scowl into hardening to compensate for the stupid fucking blush on his face and brings his hand up to knock her on the head gently with his fist. Like he's done so many times before... Katsuki's weird fucking brand of affection.] Like 'm gonna just let anything fuckin' happen to me? Dumbass.
[Translation: Yeah. He'll be careful. If only she actually knew the lengths he's gone to, to protect her heart and get back to her in one piece... so many times now. Maybe one day, when he figures out how to stop being such a fucking mental recluse and open up more. Katsuki turns, taking the doorknob into his and and starts to turn it... but pauses.]
Hey...
[Ochako is his fucking girlfriend now. He can't just walk out the fucking door like that anymore... right? It doesn't sit well. Katsuki might be completely inexperienced with this kind of thing but he does have a brain that works pretty well and it certainly doesn't seem like it's proper fucking... relationship etiquette to ask someone to be with you and then just walk off like that's nothing. Turning to look at her, he's paused there in a moment of obvious and serious debate... before he pushes away from the door to step in closer. Leaning down and in to try lay a quick kiss on her lips again.]
1/2 - HELL YES I LOVE THESE TWO DORKS.
Just being nice. Indeed, Ochako knows exactly what he was going to say - she's always been able to kind of read him like that, and though she also doesn't say anything to preserve his pride...the brunette knows. The smile she wears that reaches into her eyes is proof enough of that. As well as the little giggle from being lightly rapped on the head with his knuckles. Bakugou is...really, really cute. He does these supposedly rude little gestures, but Ochako knows it's mostly because he's shy. It's precious, actually. He really is a tsundere...]
I know, I know...
[She sighs a little. This is stupid. It's so stupid, how she's already starting to miss him. He's literally just going to go out for a few hours, and she literally said, not ten fucking minutes ago, she'd be fine without him. Maybe it's finally sinking in, for real. the fact she now has a boyfriend...and that boyfriend is Bakugou - the coolest, toughest, most weirdly wonderful person Ochako knows. Izuku was right, he is amazing, despite all his personality flaws. They've honestly just become something that's endeared her to him. Bakugou's not Bakugou without his bad attitude and foul mouth.
But as he moves to go, she has a sudden thought occur. She can...kiss him now. If they're boyfriend and girlfriend, she can actually kiss him, and as many times as she wants to!! So then, b-because he's leaving...a goodbye kiss would be permitted, right? It'd be cute, right?? Like a little gift on the way out, and a promise of more for when he returns. Ochako purses her lips, shifting her weight from one foot to the other awkwardly as she weighs in her head if she should or shouldn't.
Finally, because she's no goddamn coward, especially not in front of him, Ochako moves toward Bakugou suddenly, standing on her tiptoes in hope to steal a kiss from him before he leaves.]
Ba--
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That's the sound of two idiots smashing their skulls together trying to kiss. Ochako curses, loud enough for him to hear, and smacks her hands over her forehead...then immediately her mouth. Omigosh...
She said a naughty word.]
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Hard impact.
But that's exactly what happens. Their foreheads collide, and it's a solid enough hit that it actually hurts. Obviously they've both taken real blows and this is nothing in comparison, but it's jarring enough to have Katsuki jerking away reflexively with his own surprised shout.]
AUGH--! WHAT THE HELL!!!
[The indignant, accusatory look he gives Ochako is only softened slightly by the stupidly endearing way that she covers her mouth--like her cursing is something horrible. Honestly, he kind of fucking loves that she just had that slip up... and in another tab on his mental browser, he's loading up ideas on how to make it happen again cause it's hilarious as shit. But that's top secret shit for later. Right now outwardly, he's bitching... as Katsuki does.
They both look like idiots now, and he's like. 95% sure he was making the move first, so Ochako is getting blamed for this. Sorry, not sorry.] Oi, next time y'see me leaning in for it, just wait!
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