“Hey, Bakugou.”
“What’s up, Sweet Cheeks,” he drawled lazily.
“What about the costume contest?”
"Doesn't matter, I already won."
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@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“Hey, Bakugou.”
“What’s up, Sweet Cheeks,” he drawled lazily.
“What about the costume contest?”
"Doesn't matter, I already won."
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialIzuku was nervous. He was standing in the home of a strange werewolf and vampire, and their only previous interaction had been hazardous. Why did Ochako bring him here? She acted like this was the most normal thing in the world, and he just trailed behind her like a puppy.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialBakugou stares at the gravestone again. The ghost girl stands in front of it. Ever so slowly, she begins to fade.
“It’s what she would have wanted.”
The ghost girl becomes a wisp of what was once Uraraka Ochako. She keeps smiling, even as her existence slowly melts away.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“I’m sorry.” he moans out, the gravel crunching beneath his knees as he falls, “I’m so sorry Ochako. Please.” he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but the vicious smile tells him she does.
“It’s okay baby, I forgive you.” she whispers, “It’s okay baby. It’s okay to give up.”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“I don’t give a damn if you’re my old classmate. You’ll address me as Count Bakugo or—”
“Lord Death & Destruction. I get it.” She said dryly, unable to ignore the razor-sharp fangs of the newly-turned vampire.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialBakugou turned on his heels and stomped down the hallway in the opposite direction where the can came from.
“Wa-wait!” Uraraka ran to catch up with him. “I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts?”
“I don’t!”
“Then why are you running away?”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialHe was funny, in his own sort of Bakugou way. He also spoke with purpose, as if every word and thought were important. He also treated her words as such, his intense gaze giving her his undivided attention as he clearly absorbed every nonsensical thing she often rambled about.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialUraraka blinked and came over, rubbing his back and looking at the chain in his hands. “It looks old.”
“It is,” He sighed, sitting down. He noticed everyone staring and gulped. “Uh...I…”
“Does it have to do with your dead friend?” Tsuyu asked, making everyone blink at her.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“What the heck is the brat dressing up as? Another play?”
“No,” she answered softly, leaning her head against his shoulder, “the kids are dressing up as their favorite heroes tomorrow.”
He scowled, “My costume isn’t blue.”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialShe knows how critical those eyes can be, and she feels exposed, vulnerable, like she’s not leaving a good first impression despite the fact that they’ve known each other for years now.
Maybe having Bakugo in her apartment is scarier than the ghost.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialKatsuki looked at her, small and naked, mucky and stained with blood, cut, bruised and messy. Yet, she still smiled a goofy, toothy smile that beamed at him.
Pulled in by that remarkable glow and warmth, he leaned in and kissed her softly where it didn’t hurt.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“Oh yeah? No supernatural what now? What were you saying, Katsuki?” Ochako was shaking, but she’d be damned if she passed the opportunity to rub it in the blond’s face that he was wrong.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialBut two whole years with no sign of him? It was foolish to think she hadn't though of him as dead. And she would've been in all her right to move on.
But she didn't.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social[Ocha_ochu]: First off, rude. Second, screw off. Mochi is real food, you uncultured swine.
Uncultured swine?
Him?
The fucking audacity.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialMiraculously, he actually finished before class ended.
He consistently scored at the top their class, and yet possessed so little wisdom.
Truly bafflingly.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialA wild idea came to her and she blurted out;
“You’re here for a one night stand, final guess.”
Bakugou went quiet.
A heartbeat passed. Then two. Ochako looked up, perplexed by his silence.
“Bakugou?”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social"Me and Deku…? I mean— I liked him, a while ago, but no! Ew! No! He’s my friend!” Uraraka shook her head. “You’re the one trying to get enough money to put together some super-duper suit for him, I just thought that—”
“I know what you thought, moron!
@kacchakowriters.bsky.social“Can you keep a secret, Bakugou?” she asked, looping her arm through Bakugou’s in a familiar gesture.
His breath hitched as he stared down into her earnest, brown eyes. “Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?”
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialIt’s pathetic. He can soar through the skies and explode villains but he can’t ask his partner out on a date? So. Damn. Pathetic.
@kacchakowriters.bsky.socialOchako jerked when his fingers found her.
The sound she made was soft, broken, and so honest that his control splintered at the edges.
Katsuki watched her face as he touched her, because he had learned that watching her was its own kind of undoing.