Out of Context Kacchako

Out of context excerpts from kacchako fics on Ao3. Bear with me while I migrate from twitter.

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Hey everyone, in the big migration, I thought it best to set up this Tumblr! I'll cycle through what has been posted on Twitter already and add in new excerpts.

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Why wouldn't someone want Katsuki? Sure he was brash, but he was only brash because he was passionate, accepted no less than the best, and used his attitude to push others to achieve it.

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“ Give it to Cheeks. She’s got a soft touch with her magic, and she’s squishier than I am.” He turned on his heel and walked on ahead while Ochako stared after him, a mortified flush taking over her face.

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It was definitely all because of the dress. It had to be. Otherwise, the alternative was that he was just a pathetic loser who couldn’t get over a stupid girl from High School. And Bakugou Katsuki was no loser, that much he was certain.

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“Okay, okay. It was shitty of me, all right? But I— You both— Fuck , I just want to fuck you both so bad. And like, fucking… date you too, or whatever.” Romantic. Truly chivalrous.

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“You alright, Cheeks? You’re kinda jumpy. Besides,” he leans in and looks her up and down, the butterflies in her stomach swirling wildly, “I know you. If you really had something to say, I trust you’d say it to my face.”

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Uraraka’s face puffed out, her glare getting a little stronger. “You couldn’t make a girl speechless if you tried.” He arched an eyebrow at that. “Is that a challenge?” “Not everything in life is a challenge, Bakugo. Maybe it’s just fact,” she said.

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Before he knew it they would be standing in the airport in Tokyo, hugging their friends and then go their separate ways. Maybe that shitty American guy, Ryan Bryan or whatever the fuck his name was, would follow after her like a lost puppy. He was running out of time.

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“Four years and…eight months,” the doctor with a sparkling aura said. He flipped through some papers, “you kept quite a few people waiting on you, Uraraka-san.”

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"No," he whined, actually whined, "you're hiding the nebula, don't do that. I like your nebula cheeks, they're pretty." He gently grabbed at her hand and pulled it away. Ochako let him, stunned by his words. "N-nebula?!" she squeaked.

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Katsuki Bakugou was a figment of her imagination no longer, taken from the land of her dreams only to be thrown into a nightmare.

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This is the most calm she’s ever seen him. Even when he’s silent, Bakugou always looks like he’s wrestling with one thing or another. Sometimes she just wants to unwrinkle his brows with her thumb or give him a hot cup of tea, anything to smooth down his scowl. But now, he’s calm.

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He was still Bakugou Katsuki. He wondered if she was still Uraraka Ochako.

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He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream. He wanted to jump out of his window and blast across the city. Did he want her? A simple yes wasn't enough. There wasn't a word to describe just how much he craved this.

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It was exactly like having Katsuki by her side, she realized, though she fervently hoped that Katsuki-flower would spare her the harsh words that its origin filled lips with. Finally, she allowed hands to press upon burning cheeks, admiring with a gentle caress of flower-cheek to follow.

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“Just because I agreed to be her fake date doesn’t mean I want to be her real date,” he said, relatively calmly. His tone was more indignant than angry, like he’d gotten a question wrong in trivia.

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“Ever since the other day,” he says, and even without looking, Uraraka knows he’s rolling his eyes. “You’ve been feeling shitty too, haven’t you? And the only time it goes away is when we’re together.”

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