Thread by @italian_lily

A #kacchakothread for Bakugou’s birthday! You guys picked the prompt so get ready. I’m hoping to finish this tonight, but as per usual I have nothing prewritten so let’s see what happens.

Prompt: Meet the Parents
Pairing: #kacchako

Ochako nuzzled deeper into the left pectoral she used as a pillow, ignoring the sunbeams that peaked through her curtains. Last night was Saturday and she stayed up later than she had expected. It had only been a few days since they moved back into the dorms and to commensurate

their first weekend back, 1-A had a small party filled with delicious food, games, and stories of what they did over break.

Ever the buzz kill, Katsuki pointed out it had only been a couple weeks since they all saw each other last and proceeded to act like the part was a total

waste of time. It didn’t stop him from sitting on the couch, eating food, making fun of his friends, and screaming over video games with the rest of the boys, though.

That’s not what kept her up late though.

Around nine, Katsuki had enough and dismissed himself from the party.

Ochako bid her friends a quick good night before following her ‘old man’ up to the fourth floor.

“What do you want, Cheeks?”

Her arms looked around the smallest part of his waist, just barely allowing her fingers to touch. She pressed her cheek against his back with a grin.

“Come with me to my room,” she requested. Her hands unlinked to link their hands togeher. “I have something for you.”

This weekend also happened to be Katsuki’s birthday. She was positive that Kirishima and the rest of his ‘squad’ had a plan to ambush him tomorrow, and she was

totally fine with sharing him on his special day. Besides, she had her parents stopping by in the afternoon to drop off the rest of her stuff, so it would cut into her time with him. That’s why she wanted tonight to be all about them; their time alone to celebrate.

All in all, she felt like her plan was a success. Katsuki followed her back to her room without complaint and threw himself onto her bed. They had been dating for six months, since halfway through their second year of highschool. In that time he had become familiar with her room.

He normally came over to study with her because he said she got too distracted in the common area and the ‘extras’ would start asking him for more help if they saw him with books out. The night normally ended with him falling asleep, drooling against her pillows until she nudged

him awake and sent him back to his room. A few times he was too cute to wake, and her own sleepy eyes sent her drifting into dream-land.

Last night wasn’t one of those nights. Ochako dug out a stash of snacks and water. Together the two of them caught up while watching a movie.

At midnight, when the calendar flipped to April 20th, she dug out a bag she had hid under her bed with a mini cake inside.

“Surprise!” She had exclaimed, turning to him holding a personal sized cake with a single candle in the center. “Happy Birthday!”

He rolled his eyes, but

played along. They ate his cake together and put a new movie in. Ochako gave him his gift, which was a set of sweatbands she had made him over break with the letters GZ embroidered into them in his hero theme.

She apologized that it wasn’t much until Katsuki reminded her that she didn’t need to get him anything and silenced her protests with a kiss.

After that, Ochako couldn’t remember the second movie past the intro.

“Oi,” a deep voice rumbled in her ear. Lips pressed against the side of her neck. “Quit faking. I know you’re not sleeping.”

Ochako tightened her arms around him. “Yes, I am.”

She wasn’t.

He nipped at her ear. “It’s almost nine, lazy ass. Aren’t your parents coming today?”

“That’s at noon!” Ochako swatted him away from her ear. “That gives me,” she paused to do the math, “two more hours of cuddles with the birthday boy.” She smiled contently.

He grumbled under his breath. “Yeah, well, birthday boy has to piss, so move your ass so I can get up.”

Ugh.

Ochako lifted her head, staring down at him to make sure he wasn’t just saying that to get her to move, before she begrudgingly pulled her arms and legs back.

Katsuki untangled himself from her sheets and she watched as he trudged to her bathroom with flushed cheeks.

Her eyes followed the slope of his broad shoulders down to the tapered ‘v’ of his hips. His ass was perfectly defined and she vaguely wondered if she should be calling him ‘Cheeks’ instead.

She bathroom door closed and she turned her head to sputter onto her hands.

Yeah, right!

After getting out the last of her giggles, Ochako sat up and stretched. Now that they were actually up, Katuski was unlikely to get back into bed with her. That didn’t mean her morning with him had to be over though.

Her stomach gave a light rumble. Breakfast sounded nice!

In that moment, however, several things happened at once.

Just as Ochako threw her blankets off, her bedroom door flew open. The brunette yelped, launching across her bed to yank her blankets back up to her chest, but it didn’t stop her parents from getting an eyeful as they

greeted her with a cheery, “Good Morning, Ochako!”

Her mother clapped a hand over her mouth, giggling. “Oh!” She gasped.

“Mom?” Ochako squeaked in a tiny voice. Her face paled as her eyes shifted over to her father, looking away awkwardly with a smile. “Dad...?”

“Hunny, I told you we should have knocked,” he murmured into his wife’s ear.

She waved him off. “We got the key from your teacher to surprise you,” she explained. “Well give you a moment to get dressed and—“

Her mother never finished her sentence as their attention was pulled toward the small bathroom in her room. The door flung open to reveal Bakugou Katsuki, in his birthday suit.

“Oi,” he was looking at a bottle of her face cream. “I thought I told you to stop using this shit.

It’s bad for your,” he paused, lifting his eyes to find Ochako and two new faces staring back at him.

Huh.

“...skin.”

His eyes flickered across her parent’s faces in confusion before realization dawned on him. He tossed her face cream into the trash and rubbed his neck. “Hi.”

Ochako’s mother snapped out of her stupor and slapped her palms over her cheeks which were turning a very interesting shade of red. She screamed and turned away while her father gapped at the naked man in the room with his naked daughter.

Ochako hid her face and whined, while

Katsuki did nothing about his state of undress. He leaned against her door frame with his arms crossed over his chest and huffed.

Well, this was awkward.

“Thought you said they weren’t coming till noon.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. They should have gotten up earlier.

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This was not how Ochako planned to introduce her boyfriend to her parents. She had hoped to start off by first letting them know that she had a boyfriend, and then maybe they could schedule a nice lunch date for them to meet or something.

No, instead, her mother was reduced to

a blushing mess any time she caught sight of Katsuki in her peripheral vision and her father was red in the face. He was typically a level headed man and Ochako had only seen him angry a handful of times, but for the first time in a while, she could see him restraining himself.

"We'll give you two a moment to make yourselves decent." His lips pressed into a firm line, eyes set into a hardened stare, and voice stony as he guided his stupefied wife out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Ochako rounded on Katsuki. "Put some pants on!" she snapped

The blond man walked over to his discarded pile of clothing and started to dress himself. If he heard Ochako frantically muttering to herself in a panic as she stumbled out of bed to put her own clothes on, he chose not to comment on it.

"Oh, gosh, what am I going to say?!"

Katsuki took a seat at the edge of her desk, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees. "Why do you have to say anything?" He asked, brow raising at how flustered she was getting.

"My parents just walked in on us...naked!"

"So?"

"My mother just saw your dick!"

"So?"

She could hear the confusion in his voice. Of course. Katsuki had never been very self-conscious of...well...anything. Nor did he really have to be. Katsuki was very attractive and he not only knew it, but he expressed it with confidence. He was gifted in more ways than one...

"So!" She flushed, wrestling a shirt over her head. "They're going to think we...well..." She made several gestures with her hands to explain what she was too flustered to convey.

Katsuki brow only went up higher. "We, what? Fucked? Cause we did."

They did. Ochako bit her lip.

"W-well..."

"They're going to think...we're..." he goaded her on, "dating? Cause we are."

"Well, yes...but..." Ochako shuffled her feet. "It's just...they don't know that and they don't know you. I'd been hoping I could introduce you a little differently..." she admitted.

Her eyes were glued to the floor while Katsuki pushed off his desk and walked over to her. He smoothed down the wrinkles in her shirt, simultaneously squeezing into her waist.

"Don't go worrying about the things you can't change. This is the hand we've been dealt, so..."

His lips bushed against her temple, "lets just deal with it. It doesn't change shit about how I feel about you."

Ochako wondered why that felt overly romantic. She must be all kinds of worked up over this. But he was right. "I know..." she took a calming breath. "Let's do this."

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