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Prompt: Bakugou-kun!
Work count: 1026 (I just keep going up and up... will I ever write 500 words? The world may never know)

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“Bakugou-kun!”

Katsuki lowered the eraser in his hand and looked over his shoulder to find Ochako standing a couple feet behind him. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and she held a yellow cloth in her hands, damp from wiping down the desks.

He ignored the way she sounded as she cooed the syllables of his name and the way her voice went up an octave as she tacked on the soft ‘kun’ at the end.

“What?” he grunted.

She smiled and he pretended he didn’t care.

“I finished cleaning the desks.”

He turned back to the board so that he didn’t have to think about the way her hair brushed her shoulder when she tilted her head to the side. What, did she want a gold star or something?

“I’m almost done. You can get lost.”

She didn’t respond.

Her foot steps sounded as she went to empty the water from the cleaning bucket and put the supplies away. He assumed she’d left and was surprised to see her standing by the door when he turned around, back pack already looped around her shoulders.

She rocked on her heels, cheeks pink and round as ever.

“Lets walk back together!”

Katsuki lowered the eraser, arching a brow and walked to get his duffel bag. He threw it over his shoulder and walked over to her, side eyeing her as he passed through the door.

“…Whatever…”

Something weird was happening to him. He was pretty damn sure Ochako’s quirk was zero gravity, so why the fuck was his heart racing every time she said his name? Bakugou. There was nothing fucking different about it.

It’s what literally everyone in class called him, except for Deku. No one else made his palms sweaty, or caused those chills to go down his spine that made his knees feel like jelly.

At first, he thought maybe he was sick.

When it happened again, in the lunch room when she chose to sit beside him for some reason, he thought maybe something in his bento spoiled. She had a sweet, earthy scent as she leaned in close and salivated over his container of food.

“Uwaaa!” she crooned, “Bakugou-kun, your lunch looks so yummy!”

Of course it looked good! He wasn’t going to eat shit like her and her single onigiri lunch.

He glared at her. “…You can’t have any.”

She pouted, lip jutting out in a way that made his eyes linger.

“Aww, come on, Bakugou-kun,” he watched the way her lips formed his name in slow motion, “don’t be mean!”

Unsure of what compelled him (maybe it was the way her eyes got big and glossy), Katsuki scooped up a bit of marinated beef and shoved it between her lips when

she went to sigh at him. She ended up slapping a hand over her mouth instead as she chewed and moaned.

Katsuki slammed his container shut and left, wondering why his face felt hot and his stomach queasy.

A few days later, she was at it again.

This time she approached him after class as he was packing up his bag.

“Bakugou-kun!”

His ears burned bright red.

“The hell you want?!” he snapped.

She laughed, unfazed by his brash behavior as always. “Can you help me with homework tonight?

Ectoplasm’s math sheet looks really hard!”

He narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed. “If you think you can get easy answers out of me, you’re fucking wrong, Cheeks!”

Her eyes widened into an owlish blink before she was laughing again.

“What? No way! I just need help and Kirishima-kun said you were a really good tutor!”

Well, he couldn’t argue with that. He was a good tutor. He was better than Ponytail!

“I will break you, Cheeks.”

Even with her face shoved in her text book, eyes spinning and a bit of drool hanging out of her lips, she still made his heart beat into his throat when she whined, “This is so hard, Bakugou-kun!”

Somehow, tutoring her in math became a regular thing and Katsuki couldn’t figure out what compelled him to agree. At least she was cute.

Wait, what?

Later that week, they were brought out to the field to do some more simulation training.

When it was Katsuki’s turn, he made sure to put forth his full effort, using his explosions to sling himself from obstacle to obstacle and obliterate the challenges in his way.

As he exited the field, covered in soot and smoke, the sound of his name cut through the ringing in his ears.

“Woah! Those explosions were so hot Bakugou-kun!”

His eyes immediately found Ochako standing beside him, her hands pumped into fists by her sides.

For some reason, he forgot how to move or breathe. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights as his brain worked its way around that one.

Hot? Him?

“I could feel them from all the way over here.”

His explosions. Right. Duh.

He managed to close his mouth which had ceased working anyway and cleared his throat. Something else was feeling a bit hot out here too. He reached up, wiping the dirt from his face in attempt to hide the blush growing there. “Yeah, whatever…” he grumbled, wandering off.

Eijirou clapped him on the shoulder. “You good, bro?” he asked with a laugh, eyes darting from Katsuki, over to Ochako.

In the distance, Ochako watched him with a fond smile. Mina stepped up beside her, hands on her hips and shook her head.

“Gurl, you have GOT to stop playing with that boy before you break him.”

Ochako raised her palm to her cheek, tilting her head toward Mina as she cooed, “But he’s so cute when he’s clueless.”

“I’M FUCKIN’ FINE!” Katsuki’s voice drifted over as he lit off several explosions in Eijirou’s face.

“You sure about that?” Mina asked, brows arching high.

Ochako’s lips formed a soft ‘o’ as she watched the exchange.

“Well…okay, maybe I’ll find a way to ask him out soon. Wanna help me figure out how?”

The two shared a look and broke into giggles.

“Of course!”

💥🍡DONE💥🍡