Soulmates =/= Love
Ochako almost dropped her bowl. Her mind started going a mile a minute to try to think of why he would know. How he would know. The only thing that came up was Kirishima, but he wouldn't do that..would he? Sure Kirishima and Bakugou were good friends, but if he had really told Bakugou...
She stared at the blond in front of her who had moved, ever so slightly closer, leaning in and examining her as she thought. Creep.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She decided, voice wavering. I'm going to murder Kirishima.
"Don't fucking lie to me." He got closer, now they were only a few feet away and he was blocking the exit. She didn't back down though.
"W-why would you think I'm your soulmate?" She didn't mean to stutter, but she was getting flustered. Damn. Bakugou and Kirishima had one thing in common at least, they never broke eye contact. She blushed lightly.
"I'm not a fucking idiot. I talk to you for the first time since the break and you go all fish faced so stop fucking lying." She really didn't think he'd get any closer, but she was wrong. Bakugou had no sense of personal space. He was maybe two feet away, still expecting an answer.
I guess that makes sense. Actually it makes a lot of sense.. At least it wasn't Kirishima who told him. If it had been Kirishima she didn't know if they would still be friends. She found she trusted him a lot.
Ochako let out a shaky sigh and rolled her sleeve all the way up. He hastily grabbed her arm to read the words. His hands were warm, really warm, and kinda sweaty, probably because of using his quirk when yelling at Midoriya. He smelled sweet, but ashy, like burnt sugar. She couldn't help, but think about if she had borrowed his clothes, they would have that same comfortable smell. She hated that that was where her mind went. I wonder what Kirishima smells like.. Sweat probably?
When Bakugou was done, his hand traced down her arm till it met her hand. She flushed red as he held her hand as if it was the normal thing to do, as if they weren't mad at eachother yesterday, as if nothing even happened, as if they were a couple.
Ochako yanked her hand away, awkwardly continuing to eat her cereal, clearly upset with him. He didn't seem to like that.
"Be my girlfriend." He commanded.
"No."
"We're soulmates." He seemed confused.
"And?" She finished her late breakfast, putting the bowl down and resting her hands on the counter behind her. Blushing profusely.
Bakugou gave an incredulous look at her, more upset. His cheeks turned pink too. He didn't know how to take that it seemed. I wonder if he's ever been rejected before. He had to have had, with that attitude.
"And I have feelings for you-" He gave a look of sincerity, but she didn't buy it. She poured. That's such an obvious lie! You ignored me while I became Kirishima's friend and then overreacted when I tripped on you. What part of that shows-He's not even looking at me. He was looking down at her arm.
"Date me Round face." He said, seemingly done with this conversation.
"Ask nicely." She humored. He was already really riled up, and sure this was kinda masochistic because she figured she'd get hurt, but she wanted to see what happened.
"What." Bakugou turned red, flustered and angry, not a good look on him, she thought. His palms were open. As if to set off his quirk, but he didn't. The sweet smell now grossed her out, knowing he wanted to fight her just because she didn't do what he said.
Ochako rolled her eyes at him and motioned for him to get out of the way so she could leave. I knew he wouldn't do it.