Our First Date (Kacchako)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1259
Other Notes: For @mosssara for the KacchakoSecretSanta18!! I’m sorry that this is late; much later than I originally planned to send it to you. Added to being busy over my winter break, I’ve been sick too!! I hope this is something you like, if not, I can always make something new.
The sun was setting on the day as two UA students walked hand-in-hand through a park, ending their fun day in the city. Both of them remain silent as they walk, a comfortable silence filling the space between them. Every so often, one of them would begin swinging their joined hands. The other would smile, just a bit. It was nice. This is every bit of good they had ever dreamed of.
“I...Is--Is it strange that I...don’t want to go back?”
Curious, crimson eyes rise to meet a warm brown pair. An eyebrow lifts in faint amusement as he stares. “Enjoying my company, round face?” he only half-jokes.
Sighing a small laugh, she breaks their locked gazes. She turns her face to the side in hopeless vain that he wouldn’t catch her blush. “Of course I am,” she mumbles. “I like you.” The last part became little more than a soft whisper. Yet with a nearly deserted park and the obvious color to her cheeks, Bakugo could at least venture a guess to what she said. In fact, as soon as the realization hits him, he has to fight the heat creeping up his own neck.
So there they stood, hand in hand, without looking at one another in what was surely the beginning of young love.
When a few more moments of racing hearts and sweaty palms passed, one of the teens took a venture to break the now-awkward silence between them. He turns his head to look at her, his face still very warm as he tightens his hand around her own, offering what he hopes to be a reassuring squeeze. “You know,” he begins. The feeling of being open is strange, and so is actually admitting it--to himself, at least. “You aren’t bad, round-face. Not that you’re all that good at everything, either.” Brown eyes narrow. He rolls his eyes. “You know it’s true. But...you’re still one of the--fucking hell. Why the hell am I cheering you up? YOU ARE CAPABLE AND I REALLY LIKE YOU, YEAH??”
Talk about awkward.
The moments following such a surprising outburst, Bakugo’s neck and face is a bright red. The kind of red that brings a wide grin to Ochako’s face, and only brightens his face more because he adores that smile.
The park has gotten darker as they near the end of the park following his outburst. They dawdle the closer they come to the gates, slower still as the large iron gates loom above, glinting in the final rays of sunlight. There is a different air around them; new and strong. Not complicated, but something just more than simple understanding. There is a need. It isn’t until Uraraka turns her head up to him, eyes shining bright as ever and lips stretched into a smile that he realizes what it is.
He wants to kiss her.
The urge to kiss those soft lips of hers grips him so suddenly that Bakugou can do nothing more than stare in a daze. What a great idea.
“I’m glad I came,” she’s saying once he snaps back into attention. She is no longer looking at him, rather at the park gate before them. If he didn’t know any better, Bakugou could swear he saw sadness in her expression.
Once she notices that her date has made no comment, Uraraka looks up at him. Her head is tilted, strands on brown hair angling across her curious face. Her eyebrows aren’t drawn, but there is a familiar quizzical look to her gaze. As if she is trying to figure him out. She is always trying to figure him out.
That’s the frustrating part: her looks. As if she always find him amusing or curious. She doesn’t get angry at him, but irritated. When she laughs around him, it’s never at him, but because of him. She isn’t afraid to call him out, or invite him out with her friends. She always has something to say back to him like the smartass she is. Her determination inspires him to move forward even when he doesn’t want to; it reminds him that, for just a moment, there is someone who may just actually be there for him--whether she knows it or not.
Damn love. Damn everything. If he could just know what’s going on in her mind when she’s thinking of him--it’d save him a lot of guessing and future embarrassment.
Brown eyes become increasingly close as they peer into his own. Surprised, Bakugo takes a stumble backwards. “What’s on your mind, Bakugo?”
You. Caught off guard, the teen coughs to cover his sudden sputtering. He’s thinking it, but the words are becoming that much more difficult to enunciate. Like someone is using a quirk that won’t let him speak what’s on his mind. Which is a bitch of a thing to do when he usually spews whatever trash is on his mind without a second though. Or consideration.
Carefully avoiding looking at her entirely for the moment, Bakugo dodges her question with one of his own. “What did you mean that you were glad you came? Did you expect this date to be awful or something?”
“No. I just didn’t think that I’d get to see this side of you. That you even had a romantic side--what little of it you let me see today.”
Her bluntness has him blinking. That is something he has never gotten over; maybe never will. Uraraka speaking her mind so clearly; which seems to only happen either during training, or when she’s talking to him. “Talk about a different side,” he mumbles.
“Okay.” Ochako turns until she is directly in front of Bakugo. Their fingers are holding loosely onto one another, and he can’t help but look down at them as she puts her other hand on her hip and stare at him. “What are you talking about?”
He rolls his eyes out of habit. “You’re not usually so sharp-tongued, round face. Seems like your mouth never has a filter around me.”
“Ha! I can’t be the one with no mouth-to-brain filter, Katsuki Bakugou--”
Two things he never knew could make him want to kiss a girl: One who will match his arrogance and honesty; and one to make him want to ask her to never stop talking. Especially when she says--not just his last name--but his first too. As if she had an entire speech prepared was going to show him no mercy as she destroyed his ego for the umpteeth time before the second date. If there is one.
Because what he refused to hope was that Uraraka would kiss him back so fiercely. So it takes a fair amount of restraint and fear of accidentally activating his quirk for him to pull away from this girl.
“Because you talk too much. I was going to say ‘because you talk too much.’” Uraraka breathes, just barely leaning into him as she looks up at him.
Not able to just laugh or feign annoyance, Bakugo stands motionless. He--They had--She--They KISSED. He has no idea how, or even if it was good but--Shit.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he hears himself saying. Why does he sound so fucking dumb right now? Why is she laughing at him? “Oh fuck off.” This, of course, entices more laughter from her. She drops her head to his chest, holding onto his shirt as she laughs. What a nice sound.
“I’m your first kiss.”
“Pretty much.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah yeah. Wipe that smirk off your face, pink cheeks.”
“Or what?”