Not Giving Up
Ochako barely had time to recognize all who was there. Shoji, Tokoyami, Mineta, Sero, Tsuyu, Sato, and Momo were present(oh and obviously Bakugou). Shoji and Tokoyami were on the couch watching Bakugou scream at Mineta for seemingly no reason. Sero was trying, and failing, to calm him down. Tsuyu and Momo were mostly unbothered, talking about calling Iida in the kitchen while Sato baked a cake.
As soon as Bakugou saw Ochako he went quiet and stomped over, grabbing her hand and leading her outside without saying a single word. She didn't have time to even conjure up the anger to fight him at that point and gave a, hopefully more reassuring than stressed, smile over her shoulder at no one in particular, everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare in awe.
His hand was hot, warm and wet with the strange sweet smell he emitted, she thought absently about if it would stay after she washed her hands. When they were out he turned to her, but didn't let go or say anything which led to an awkward silence.
Kill me now universe, she thought, staring into unreadable red eyes, glaring down at her. She pushed up her confidence again, only partially blushing.
"Well?" He asked, as if Ochako knew what he was talking about. Her mind didn't have an answer to 'Well?'. What the heck?
Bakugou rolled his eyes looking away after noticing her confusion. He blushed and his expression softened a bit. He let go of her hand only to ball up his fists. "I fucking said please Pink Ch-Uraraka" He corrected himself. "Give me an answer already-!" He barked out, finally looking back.
He was red. All the way to the tips of his ears. He was clearly confused between anger and embarrassment. Her heart thumped loud. He looks like Deku..
Why am I thinking of Deku at a time like this?!?!
It was her turn to be embarrassed. How could she reject him? But she had to. She couldn't just lie. Ochako had not rejected many guys in her life. She didn't know why, but everyone just saw her as a friend, so she couldn't think of anything to say other than an apology, even knowing it would only wound his pride further.
"I-I'm sorry Bakugou.. I-"
She watched his fists clench harder. His knuckles turned white. His embarrassment was overtaken by rage. She expected him to lash out at her. She anticipated it, even going so far as to map out how to escape in her mind, but it never happened.
When he met her eyes again it was a fiery cold stare.
"I won't give up that easily."
And with that he left.
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