Ok so I can finally post this one. This is for Camp Kacchako secret server swap. One of my prompts was dragon bakugou and trainer Uraraka. So I thought of this AU were there are dragons and their are humans. The dragons are a rare breed of shape shifters (can go from human to dragon at will) and only those chosen are bonded together for life and a dragon must protect their trainer from anything. The bounding ritual goes by drinking an elixir mixed of dragon and human blood and the removal of one tooth from dragon and human each must carry each others tooth, if lost then the bond is broken.
Dragons are also bound by oaths or commands, so if their trainer recites a certain oath they must abide by it or result to death for both.
Bakugou was thought to never have a trainer and might have resulted to become a rouge dragon, but one day, by a show of strength and fearlessness, Uraraka catches his attention and soon his heart thus choosing her to become his trainer.
Preview of my piece for the @kacchako-server Across the Universe Zine! My AU is Greek Mythology (Atlas!Uraraka and Prometheus!Bakugou). (and shoutout/thank you to @nessascribbles for beta reading!)
Her prison is gilt in gold and glitters like the sun arcing across the crushing weight of the sky. Bright, open, and airy, it glides through the clouds, steady as a ship with no bearing and lonely like the kings that rise and fall beneath her gaze.
Floor and ceiling are connected by pillars of cool white marble and the sheer curtains on the bed flutter in the constant open-air breeze. A table, set eternally for one, is laden with everlasting fruit and wine she hasn’t touched in days—she doesn’t need to eat; it’s a foolish, wasteful pleasure in the face of unflinching immortality.
Besides, it would only come back up. Nausea is her single, constant companion, part of her punishment for dreaming of a better world, for fighting a losing battle because it was the right thing to do. Now she holds up the sky, keeps it from collapsing down onto the worlds of men she fought so desperately to save all those centuries ago.
Floating through the night is the hardest—the souls of so many of her fellow soldiers twinkle back to life in a lovely, woven tapestry. The harpist playing for her lover, the lightning; the crouching frog; the runner with his winged shoes; the scholar with her open book, sat beside the dual-wielding warrior. All of them cast into constellations for their insolence, for their belief that humanity is worth saving, worth protecting, worth more than an insignificant lifespan as the playthings of the gods.
When it rains, she cries, and it’s a relief.
She crosses paths with the sun once every decade or so, and he’s a glistering warmth—one indomitable spirit for all. Even for her, who failed him so completely by losing the final battle in the wake of his defeat. His is a punishment, too. Like her, he’s forced to watch the beings they struggled so hard for, lost everything for, tear each other apart like petty, greedy pawns in a war they know nothing of and it’s heartbreaking.
But still, he shines. And still, she holds up the sky.
Existing isn’t living, but she’s beyond the point of knowing the difference. Too long she’s sat alone at the edges of the world.
And then, one night, light.
It catches in the corner of her vision, dragging her hollow eyes toward it and flickering like a forgotten wish against the backdrop of her pretty prison.
She blinks and the sight before her brings bile up her throat because it has to be some twisted trick, some lesser god toying with her misery.
“Stop staring and make yourself useful, Round Face.”
It feels like an eon since she’s heard that name spoken by that voice and freezes, mouth hanging gracelessly open as she drinks in the sight of him—the skin around his neck is charred and raw and there’s soot smeared across his arms and his face. Ash has settled into his hair like snow, but his red eyes are dancing in the light of the tiny, beautiful flame cradled in his palms.
“What part of this isn’t making sense?” he growls, taking a shaky step toward her, heavily favoring his left leg. “Move your ass or we’re both fucked.”
For the Camp Kacchako Secret Server Swap [@kacchako-server]
Writers note:
Happy server appreciation week!
This is a piece I've written for the Camp Kacchako Secret Server Swap.
Using the prompt "We're not friends, but we're not not friends".
For Milk.
I hope you enjoy.
Word count: 6.920
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Bakugou gripped a fist full of sheets and pulled them over his head. He wiggled his legs, crawling closer to the wall side of his bed. Eyes shut tightly and hunched into himself. He refused to answer to his father.
He heard the floorboards near his bed creak and the presence of his father looming over him.
"Katsuki, let's not be difficult now, shall we? We're going to be late," his father pleaded as he put a hand on the lump of covers and shook him lightly, "I can guarantee it's going to be a lot of fun," the smile he had on his face melted into the tone of his voice.
No matter how endearing his father tried to sound, Bakugou couldn't imagine a birthday party for a ten-year-old being ‘a lot of fun'. Therefore he would much rather stay in bed and sleep in until decent hours of the day. Until three or so.
Why did his parents have to be so difficult? Yesterday was one of his rare days off and he spent it back at home with the few middle school friends he could still stand. And of course, it got late. They hadn't properly spoken in what seemed like a lifetime. There seemed no end to their conversations, everyone had something to say and he bet that at the end of the night not everything was said.
At the moment he was desperately avoiding a social gathering running on five hours of sleep. His parents were more than aware of that, weren't even upset about him coming home late since they understood the circumstances, or so he thought. Somewhere in the middle of the night his parents changed their mind and didn't even think twice about letting him lay in and bringing a piece of cake back from the party.
Bakugou knew if he kept clinging to his covers and grumbling blunt responses his father would've eventually given in to his stubbornness.
"Katsuki Bakugou, when I come into that room you better be in a goddamn dress shirt or we're going to have a problem!"
But his mother wouldn't.
He rolled his eyes, threw his covers off his head to look at his father who was awkwardly cackling into his hand.
"How mad will she get if I wear the shirt and get back into bed?" Bakugou asked, seriously considering it.
His father's cackling turned into full-on laughter. "On a scale from one to ten? A nine."
"Masaru!"
The two boys both jumped and tensed up.
"Stop dawdling around, that boy should've been up and ready fifteen minutes ago! Do you want us to be late too? God, it's too early to have a headache!"
The man stood up and patted his pants clean. "Make that an eleven. Katsuki, for the love of everything, just get dressed." His voice now more desperate than endearing. He rushed out of the room, trying to calm his wife down as she continued yelling their neighbors out of bed.
Now the slightest chance of him having a quiet day, with the house all to himself, was completely gone. Accepting that there was no way out of this, Bakugou dragged himself out of bed and walked to the chair at his desk. His mother had laid out clothes for him, they were items from his father's latest collection and God was it too fancy for the occasion.
His mother was still trying to impress her sister huh?
That was realistically what all this was about. His mother trying to outshine her obnoxiously well-put together and practically overly-wealthy sister. And since they were very responsible adults -- and also parents -- they couldn't just put their rivalry to rest by screaming in each other's faces and yanking at each other's hair. No of course not. As the very responsible adults and parents they were they had to keep the fight things out by hosting lavish parties, bringing the better dish to serve at them, bragging about their family's achievements, and always go to every family function with husband and kids looking clean-cut and obviously arriving on time at so said function.
Bakugou lifted up the parts of his outfit one by one.
"Really? Fucking suspenders?" He mumbled to himself.
Face twisted with disgust, he released a clothing item from in between his two fingers and reluctantly shuffled to the bathroom. In the shower, he almost fell back asleep again as he was resting his head against the wall instead of properly showering. A loud bang of a door being slammed somewhere around the house forced him to yank himself out of his tiredness. Bakugou then quickly finished up, dried himself and got dressed.
He pulled at almost every part of his outfit coming down the stairs now feeling the discomfort he sensed when he first saw the outfit laying on his chair. Bakugou met his father putting on a necklace around his mother's neck as she was rambling on.
And occasional ‘yes, dear' and ‘it'll be fine, honey' came from the man as he struggled with the tiny chain.
"…I couldn't believe she didn't tell me Yu had found the time to come home. We're going to look so awful when we have nothing for her!"
Bakugou stopped adjusting his tie and looked up. "Wait, Yu is coming?"
His mother sighed. "Yes, now try to find a card in the office. That's the least we could do."
With not a single complaint Bakugou did as he was told, his spirits now much higher. It had been a while since he had seen his cousin Yu. He had seen Mt. Lady more than enough, since the up and coming heroine was climbing through the ranks like crazy. But it had definitely been a stupid amount of time since she ridiculed him until they were fighting like children on the playground. How annoying she could be, she was the only one he would even consider talking to at family gatherings. Yu was the closest thing he had to a peer in the family. Bonus points because she was the only one in the family beside him that couldn't get more bored by extravagant parties. And besides talking shit they could talk about interesting things such as heroics and the tv shows they both happened to watch.
As he looked for a card in one of the drawers in the office he caught himself smiling. Things were not going to be a snooze fest after all. Amidst the countless amount of papers and stationary Bakugou found a card and brought it back to his mother who was now pacing up and down the kitchen. His father stood in the hallway, jingling his car keys. It seemed like he couldn't have come back any sooner because both adults were extremely on edge. Bakugou handed his mother the card and a pen and walked over to his father to wait for her to write something too incredibly cheesy into it. In a matter of seconds, she was done and rushed her family out of the house and into the car by violently waving her hands around.
The drive was long. Long enough for him to take a nap, but the forty minutes of shut-eye barely did anything to him. Made him even drowsier when he got woken up by his father. When Bakugou opened his eyes he was already surrounded by festivities. Big silver and blue balloons everywhere, flags and garlands decorating the high, fresh cut, green hedges. In the front garden children with eyepatches and swords were chasing each other and getting their fancy attire dirty by falling over and rolling in the grass.
Bakugou stepped out of the car and wiped the drool away from the corners of his mouth. His mother noticed and walked over to him, way faster than a woman in heels, in gravel should. She straightened his collar and slicked his hair back as much as she possibly could. Too tired the fight off the woman's grooming he simply scowled at her. When his mother was done she took him by the shoulders.
"What are we going to do today?" She asked like she always did before any social event.
"Behave and enjoy ourselves," Bakugou answered her.
His mother nodded, "And what are we not going to do?"
"Compliment Aunt Takeyama's food. Only eat half of it and then throw the rest in the trash."
The woman smiled and patted her son's shoulder. "That's my boy! Alright, let's get going," she walked over to her husband, clamped to his arm and started walking to the open front door where his aunt was standing. Bakugou buried his hands in his pockets and dragged his feet behind his parents. He turned around to roll his eyes at his mother putting on the most plastic smile to greet her sister and talk about how beautifully she decorated the whole place. Only turned back around when he heard his aunt call out his name.
"Oh Katsuki, you get more handsome every time I see you!"
Before he could come up with an answer that wasn't along the lines of ‘fucking spare me woman' he got smothered by Takeyama, who wagged him from to side as she did. Loosely he wrapped his arms around the woman's back. When she stepped back she ruffled through his hair.
It was like he was in a damn petting zoo.
Bakugou shut an eye as the woman was rough with his hair and it made her laugh.
"Mitsuki dear, what did I say about doing unnecessary things to his hair? You're taking away some of his charm!" Takeyama leaned closer to Bakugou. "They love making you a walking advertisement for the design company don't they?" Before Bakugou could even make a face she stood up straight and laughed until she had to wipe away a tear.
His mother was definitely not going to be in a good mood the whole day, the way her left eye was twitching meant danger and that anyone that valued their life should stay as many miles as possible away from her.
It probably took her all her might but without saying a word to her sister she walked into the mansion, dragging her husband along with her by the arm. Bakugou sighed at the sorry sight of the adults and followed them into the house. The inside of the mansion was packed with people, mostly children. Small, hyperactive and loud children. For fuck sakes, he knew it was a pirate themed birthday party but was it really necessary to run around the house screaming ‘Arrr!' and ‘yo ho!', almost stepping on his feet in the process?
This has got to be one of the worst parties they have ever been to. Bakugou now understood the adults that would groan and say ‘I need a drink'. It seemed like there was no other way to actually enjoy this mess anyways. When he saw his mother come across a family member she actually could stand he decided to part from his parents and go to the kitchen where Yu most likely was, downing prosecco's like it was her twentieth birthday.
Bakugou waded his way into the kitchen, snatching a very fitting, pirate-themed snack from the island and shoving it into his mouth. He pushed through the mass that was standing around the food and almost fell into the other end of the kitchen. Trying not to curse he put his heel back in his loafer and looked up. He followed the legs of what seemed to be a girl. His eyes kept trailing from the outskirts of her white dress, up to her red band around her small waist to her collarbones. He felt his cheeks and ears getting warmer as he sized the girl up. When he reached her face he choked on the saliva he had to swallow down.
"Uraraka?!"
"Bakugou?!"
The girl almost dropped her glass of orange juice out of her hand, a bit spilling over the glass and onto her hands. Bakugou luckily shot forwards and could just about catch the glass with her. His hands covered hers and as soon as he realized that his skin was in direct contact with hers he took three large steps back.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled at her.
She put her glass down on the counter behind her and wiped her hands on a dishtowel. "What am I doing here? W-w-what are you doing here?" Uraraka stammered.
A question as simple as that he couldn't answer straight away. Bakugou was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she was standing right there, in his aunt's kitchen. He didn't even know Uraraka that well, how was it possible that she was invited to a party his family was hosting?
Bakugou knew he always wanted someone his actual age at these kinds of things but did it really have to be her? Someone he only knew because they had mutual friends? Which was the only reason they came into contact in the first place.
His friend Kirishima had stayed in good contact with his middle school friends, unlike Bakugou. One of those middle school friends happened to be Ashido Mina, who attended an all-girl hero school. Kirishima often dragged Bakugou along with him when he was meeting up with her. If it was for the sake of helping Bakugou be less antisocial or if it was for emotional support as he was sure Kirishima had some kind of crush on the girl, he had no idea. But almost every week, he stood there in the arcade that met in the middle of their schools.
And sometimes with Kaminari who also managed to get himself roped up in the mess. But most of the time the guy was too busy talking to the girl at the gift shop or the guy waiting tables and Bakugou was left alone with the friend Ashido dragged along with her; Uraraka Ochako.
When that occurred more than anyone wanted, Uraraka made an attempt talking to him. But they could never hold up a conversation. The longest conversation they had was about school and that lasted about a solid three minutes. Truth be told, Bakugou didn't care to pay that much attention to her to keep up the conversation. During their awkward small talk, Bakugou would mostly glare at Kirishima, inaudibly demanding him to hurry up trying to woo Ashido.
Because of the lack of attention he paid to her he barely had an idea who she was exactly, but he sure as well knew she wasn't a relative.
But Bakugou still had to ask.
"Don't tell me we're-"
"-No!" She cut him off. "Definitely not!"
"Then what are you…?"
Out of nowhere Bakugou got gripped by the wrist and dragged back through the mass of people. He tried to pull away before he stumbled over his feet but the grip was strong. He prayed to God it wasn't his mother making him meet several people he didn't have any interest in. Once out of the kitchen he got pinned to a wall.
"Finally, I was looking everywhere for you!"
"Yu, what the fuck? You know you could just fucking pardon me, you know, like a normal person?"
The girl dragged one of the cabinets in the hall opposite him, pushed a couple of things aside and jumped on it. She let out a satisfied sigh and swung her legs in the air, letting her feet take a break from the ridiculously high heels she was most likely forced to wear.
Bakugou couldn't help himself from laughing at the sight.
He huffed. "I see you're also having a great time."
Slowly the heroine lifted her head and stared angrily at him. "Are you kidding me? I'm having an awful time! Have you seen these?" Yu pointed at her heels. "Mom is making me run around in those hellish things and take care of this party turned into a freaking daycare."
Bakugou folded his arms and smirked at his cousin. "You can say ‘screw that' now that I'm here. What do you say we go trip up some kids and bet on which aunt is going to get inappropriately drunk first?"
To his surprise, Yu's expression didn't clear up. Instead, her glare turned a frown. She groaned as she rubbed the heel of her foot. "I wish I could say ‘screw that' but mom says if I don't help the party go smoothly she's cutting off my extra funds. Do you know how quiet it has been lately? I have barely done any hero work this month. I need every penny I can get."
The boy was about to counter his cousin, not taking Yu's moaning or her mother's threats seriously but stopped himself from speaking as he heard the furious clicking of heels above the loudly speaking guests.
"Goodness, where have all the raspberries gone! And this white wine isn't cold. We need ice. We need more ice! Yu!"
Bakugou was about to swallow his words. He recognized that tone all too well. To the guests, it might sound like it's nothing harmful. But relatives from his mother's side could hear it. The menacing undertone that was hidden underneath a voice as sweet as honey. His aunt really wasn't screwing around this time.
Yu flinched, jumped back on her feet and crawled behind Bakugou. The gigantification hero trying to make herself small behind him, how ironic. When the violent clicking of the heels faded and no one called her presence out, she went to stand in front of Bakugou.
"I have to take care of that as well? I can't take it. I still have an entire freaking treasure hunt game to host. I need to get people to play, I need to make teams, I need…" Slowly Yu's gaze drifted from Bakugou's eyes to over his shoulder. Bakugou followed her eyes and saw her looking at Uraraka who was still standing at the kitchen counter.
"Wait, do you know that girl you were talking to earlier?"
"Hah?"
Bakugou's cousin didn't even wait for him to confirm before waving the girl over, hissing at her as if she were a cat in an attempt to lure her over. Bakugou looked up at Yu as if she had gone mad but she ignored his perplexed face.
Uraraka peeped around the corner, wrapping her fingers around the doorpost of the kitchen. "I'm sorry, were you calling out for me?" She asked.
Takeyama nodded and took a few steps back, taking in the two. She pointed two fingers at the pair.
"Are you two friends?"
"Friends?" Bakugou and Uraraka raised their voice in unison.
They both stumbled over their words, taken by surprise by Takyama's forward ways.
"We're not!" Bakugou answered.
"I guess we are," Uraraka spoke over him.
The two turned their heads towards each other and got red in the face. Normally Yu would've been on the floor laughing, clutching her stomach and gasping for air after seeing Bakugou embarrassed like that but she kept staring at them, desperately waiting for them to elaborate the miscommunication.
Bakugou furrowed his brow. "We're not friends," Bakugou said, more asked, trying to confirm with Uraraka.
"Erm, actually we aren't friends no, but we're also not not friends. We have mutual friends so I thought I could refer to you as, erm…A friend," she explained whilst scratching the side of her head.
Bakugou blinked at Uraraka, trying to make sense of what she had just told him. Takeyama seemed to think that the girl's explanation was more than enough to continue her scheming. Satisfied she clapped her hands together.
"Right! I'm going to put you two in a team for the String Treasure Hunt. Man, if mom sees I got mister grouchy pants over here to participate then she'll be over the moon!"
"Grouchy? That's rich coming from you. And who says I want to participate anyway?"
Yu put on her one in a million menacing grin and loomed over him like she loomed over tall buildings in the city when fighting crime. She laid a finger on his chest and pressed down. "Because I said so. I already did you a favor by putting you in a team with a lovely girl instead of…"
She tilted her head towards the living area where children were screaming, tugging at each other and wiping their grubby hands on the tablecloths.
"Now you're going to go on the hunt. Oh, and I dare you to get difficult with me," she cackled maniacally. "I dare you to get difficult with me after all this anger I built up after running around in these stupid shoes for hours, see where that will get you."
Bakugou kept glaring at Yu, hoping that it would somehow change her mind but the woman was seriously dead set on getting him to play along. In the corner of his eye, he saw looking at the two, quietly fidgeting with the lace that hung over her white skirt.
He sighed deeply and then pushed Yu's finger off his chest. He did know better than causing a scene at a party, especially in front of someone who was only now really getting to know him. If he would bite back at Yu like he normally would then his mother won't let him hear the last of it.
"Fine."
Uraraka's face lit up a little and she flashed him a modest smile. "Maybe it'll be fun."
The boy clicked his tongue and pushed past the two ladies and lazily waved at them as he walked off. "Let me know when you're done, I'll be mentally preparing myself in a corner," he said to his cousin expecting for the preparations to take a while but the heroine managed to put pep in her step. Yu was strutting around the mansion faster than he ever imagined she could with all those blisters. Bakugou felt like he hadn't sat down for a minute or Yu had already dragged him off a chair in the sitting area.
As he tried to struggle against her grip, his cousin took him to the living area where different color strings were strung around, forming a vibrant spiderweb. The kids had taken off their eyepatches and ogled at, what Bakugou had to admit, the impressive game Yu had set up. Pretty good for someone that actually couldn't give two shits.
Uraraka was just as impressed as the kids were, fawning to Yu over the ‘amazing set up' with the lightest blush on her face. The girl had to be careful, she had no idea how quickly praise could go to Yu's head. As a matter of fact, it was already happening. Bakugou could tell by the way she laughed the compliments off.
"Can we start already?" Bakugou interrupted the two girls.
The kids chimed in, erupting in cheers. Immediately Yu's mood soured.
"Alright!" She shouted above the noise. "Little pirates."
Bakugou cocked his eyebrow at her.
"I'm going to keep it simple. You and your sailor buddy are going to hunt for treasure. Pick a string. Follow it and the first person to get to the end will get a prize."
Yu was barely halfway through her explanation or the children were already grabbing onto the string with the color they admired the most. She let down her front and blew the stray blonde strands out of her face as she glowered at the overexcited children. Bakugou shrugged and reached his hand out to grab hold of a string only for it to be slapped away.
"Ow! What the hell?!"
His cousin handed him a pink string. "You two are getting this one. It's a little more complicated so you don't win," she explained. She then noticed that the children had already started the hunt, without her start signal and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Now, just go," Yu said before falling on the couch behind her.
Bakugou wrapped his hand around the pink string and looked back at Uraraka who tried to check if his cousin was okay.
"Let's get this over with," he told her.
After giving one quick look back at Yu, Uraraka nodded and followed him as he followed the string. Though their start was a little delayed they kept bumping into children. Children that had taken the game too seriously and cursed ‘like sailors' at him for getting in the way of their hunt. Bakugou had to bury his nails into the palm of his hand to control his urge not to kick those brats into next week. Faster he started pulling at the string and he managed to get out of the web and sea of annoying children, relatively quickly. No one's paths crossed with other hunters anymore and in a matter of a few pulls, Bakugou and Uraraka found themselves completely separated from any string but their own.
When Yu she was going to make it a little more complicated, she was really wasn't fucking kidding. It was absolutely ridiculous. They had been to almost every corner of the mansion's gigantic first floor and as if it couldn't get any more stupid they actually managed to end up outside.
Uraraka had sensed that he was becoming tenser by the minute and has said a few things here and there to lighten the mood. What she exactly said Bakugou couldn't make out because he couldn't hear it over his own complaints.
"How did she even have the time to go all the way to here?!"
"We're so fucking far out I can barely hear people talking, this is stupid!"
"Who even needs this big of a garden?!"
A string of curses escaped his mouth as he saw the string disappear into a high hedge. He tugged at the string and felt like they weren't close to the end, there were at least a couple of meters left to chase. Upon finding that out, he had run out of patience.
Playtime was over.
Fuck strolling, he was going to dash to the end, even if he had to yank Uraraka with him.
Bakugou aggressively pushed his body through the hedge. His right foot touching a small ledge which he then too confidently slipped too far ahead. His heart skipped a beat as he fell through the hedge and saw that beneath him was the old pond, disgustingly green from the lack of maintenance. Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the impact of the water as he came to terms that there was no way he could twist, turn or step to regain his balance.
Suddenly he felt pull at his arm, so hard it could've popped his shoulder out of its place and he got pushed with his back against the hedge. Bakugou had only opened his eyes for a second but just in time to see Uraraka fly face first into the pond and get indulged entirely by the green algae.
"Damn it!" Bakugou barked and jumped into the water without thinking.
With his arms, he waved around to find Uraraka in the thick sludge until his lungs shrunk small. When he started to get lightheaded he jerked his hair out of the water. Hurriedly he tried to fill up his lungs again, with the palms of his hands he cleared his face and upon opening, he saw the girl standing right in front of him.
The adrenaline slowly left his body and he stood up straight, the water only going up to his chest.
"I also thought it was deeper," Uraraka reassured, giggling when she did.
Bakugou looked around him. The water felt even more disgusting than it looked. His clothes were definitely ruined. More importantly, so were hers. She should've just let him fall in. That's what he would've done in her case. Only now it hit him how he hadn't been the most fun person to be around.
Like him, she had most likely been dragged here against her will and put in the middle of a bunch of snobby lunatics. Even dressed exceptionally nice only for it to go to waste because of his impatient ass.
You would think all her efforts had gone to waste. But she still looked particularly appealing. Which was kind of baffling, honestly?
Bakugou wasn't blind. He had noticed her alluring features before.
But the fact that they were still able to shine through underneath all that yuck she was covered in?
Yes, it really was baffling.
He reached his hand out and took the lily pad that had been sulking on her head. Bakugou watched his own movements and he slid the lily pad off her head and her giggling faded. Thankfully she bowed her head a little. He noticed more things were stuck in her hair and reached out again to get a few things out of her hair that was already starting to tangle. Careful not to pull any of her hairs too hard he continued to pick out the pond's dirt.
After some time she lifted her head making his fingers slide along the frame off her face. Her eyes met his and he noticed the bright gleam in them.
"Thank you, Bakugou."
Bakugou could feel a violent tug at his heartstrings which sent the fibers in his body into a panic. He turned away from her and went with his hand through his wet spikes.
"It's like she forgot how she got in here in the first place. Isn't she going to get mad or something?" He whispered to himself against his shoulder.
The girl waded closer to him and cocked her head. "Did you say something there?"
"I said we should get out of here." Bakugou lied.
Together they started wading out of the waters of the pond. Bakugou lifted himself back up the thin ledge carefully stood up. He then lent a hand to Uraraka and helped her out. Both of them were leaking guck and looked and smelled like wet dogs.
"Can we maybe..?" Uraraka questioned, gesturing to her clothing.
"Get a towel? Of course, I'm not trying to catch a cold either." Bakugou mumbled as he took out his dress shirt from within his shirt and wrangled the water out of it.
He led the way back from the neglected parts of the back garden to the side of the house. Bakugou was well aware that if he entered through the big slide doors and dirtied Aunt Takeyama's marble floor his mother and his aunt were going to join forces to scold the hell out of him. So he chose to go through a back door instead. Behind it a staircase that would lead to the second floor.
Bakugou opened the door and stuck his head around the corner, making sure it was actually an abandoned corner of the house as it was supposed to be. Fortunately, it was and he sneaked Uraraka to the second floor with him.
He hadn't been on the second floor for a hot minute. The last time was when he was half his age and he had to sleep over at his aunt's house when his parent's company was starting to really thrive and they had to go abroad to some sort of Fashion Week. Since then, obviously, a lot had changed. Somehow the interior had gotten whiter and the family added more unnecessary expensive interior.
"Wait here," he told Uraraka.
Bakugou looked down at their feet and saw that they were already starting to create a puddle on the white floorboards. Since they couldn't be gone for too long he couldn't have the water all across the second floor which he then had to clean up. He waited for her to nod at him and then went on the search for the bathroom, which had proven to be more difficult of a task then he anticipated. For some reason, it looked like that they somehow added doors to the second floor. Impossible of course. But the illusion sure sent his mind spinning. Bakugou kept opening doors hoping that he didn't have to walk around for much more and just stumble upon the bathroom.
Eventually, he didn't find what he was looking for, but it was good enough. He found the washing room which also served as a storage room for the towels. He grabbed two of the largest towels he could find, threw one over his head and the other over his shoulder. With a relieved sigh he turned out of the laundry room and saw that the second floor was empty.
"Uraraka?!" He hissed.
God damn it, so he wasn't imagining the echo of floorboards creaking and doors opening. As he tried to make his feet light as feathers he tried to rush over to the spot where he left her. Halfway Bakugou came to a halt as he noticed an open door and saw Uraraka sitting on her knees. He squeezed himself between the small slit the door and the doorframe and slowly put the door in its lock.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He tried to keep himself from yelling as he crouched down next to her.
Uraraka held up a disc cover of a game in front of his face. "I can't believe they have all "The Hoodlums" games here! These are classics!
Bakugou shook his head as if he had to wake himself up from a dream before he could even try to come up with a reply she showed him another game.
"Hoodlums: Sin City. Hoodlums: The Last Bullet. Hoodlums: Burning Skyscrapers." Uraraka continued to ramble on as she flashed the disc covers in front of his face.
When she wanted to go into the box again to search for another game he lowered her hand. When he touched her it was as if I lightbulb lit up above her head. She had now realized what she was doing and understood that this was in fact, very strange.
Uraraka dropped the game she was holding and waved her hands in front of her face. "I'm sorry I-! I have a habit of wandering off, especially since I have never been in a house this big before. I never meant to actually go into a room. Oh and I swear I'm not making excuses for myself by saying it's a habit! I…Erm…Can you forgive me?"
She clapped her hands together and bowed, peeping through her lashes waiting for Bakugou to answer.
Damn, that girl didn't speak too much but when she spoke, she rambled. Again, he could barely get what she was saying. That didn't matter, however. There were other things that needed explaining.
"Wait, you actually know about all these games?" He asked.
Uraraka sat up straight again and blinked at him. "Y-yeah?" She then raised an eyebrow. "Who do you think came up with the plan to go to the arcade in the first place? I knew Mina was going to drag me along to hang out with Kirishima so I had to make sure I was going to get dragged to a place where I could at least have a little bit of fun." With the last breath she had, she blew the bangs upwards.
"But you never play any games in the arcade," Bakugou remembered.
Uraraka lowered her shoulders and let out another puff of air. "Because it's never really fun to play them on your own."
The boy opened his mouth but was then quick to close it. He stayed silent as Uraraka peered at him, confusion on her face.
Could she give him a moment? He had just now found out how much of a fucking dumbass he was. He didn't think of himself of that much of a clueless, socially-inept idiot but damn did he prove himself wrong. It made him wonder why she didn't drown him in the pond right there and then.
"…You wanted to play with me, right?"
Uraraka breathed out a laugh, "Yes."
"…But I didn't pay attention."
"Erm, unfortunately not."
That's it, the girl had gone through enough shit for one day. Bakugou took the towel off his shoulder and threw it over Uraraka's head. She pulled at the ends and wrapped herself in the towel properly.
"Come on then, let's play," Bakugou casually said.
"Huh?"
"I said let's play. Any game you want but don't complain if you fall behind." Bakugou heard Uraraka snort as he went underneath the tv and checked if the old console they needed to play the old school game with was still intact. When he confirmed it was still working he looked for two controllers and handed one to her.
Uraraka handed him "The Hoodlums: Sin City" one of the best games of the franchise. If he had to be honest, the release of that game was probably where the franchise piqued. The girl indeed had taste.
They went to sit with their back against the couch sitting in front of the tv. When they went onto the loading screen they both let out a satisfied sigh as they got hit by all kinds of nostalgia. The two turned their heads to each other and Bakugou let out a small chuckle. He started a new game, set the game to two players and went onto story mode.
Bakugou put his controller on his lap and cracked his fingers. "Like I said, don't complain if you fall behind."
"Sure."
Did he sense a little sass in her voice?
Turns out Uraraka was sassy with him and rightfully so. Watching her play the game was like watching a tutorial on Youtube. Hell, he started wondering if she didn't have anything to do with developing the game she was so familiar with it.
Bakugou knew the thought was silly but again, he couldn't help but ask.
"So, what do you parents do?" He decided not to beat around the bush.
"That's a little strange to ask especially since we're mid-shootout," Uraraka kept her eyes on the screen, biting her bottom lip as she hurriedly kept moving the joysticks around and clicking the trigger. Watching her sent shivers down his spine for some reason.
"My parent's have a construction company. My dad actually helped rebuild part of this mansion. Mister Takeyama was actually very grateful for that. They became friends I believe. When mister Takeyama heard my dad had a daughter he invited my parents and me over for the birthday party, not knowing that I was more than one and a half times older than the birthday boy."
Bakugou just hummed. No daughter of the developer of the game then. That did not explain her stupid amount of skill but it did explain how she ended up here.
He could tell that after answering his question that he should probably not ask anymore since she had leaned almost all the way forwards she was trying to concentrate that hard. Besides, he was slacking anyway. Later on, he realized that he couldn't be doing that. He had forgotten how tense the missions were the deeper you went into the story. It asked for a surprising amount of energy to defeat the gangs and their bosses that were getting tougher and tougher.
Uraraka had started to reach her limits he had noticed. Her back was back against the couch and her body was slumping. As they progressed through the story he gradually felt more of her body weight against his shoulder. Their bodies have gotten hot after sitting in the same place for so long and their heat was starting to merge together. The hottest areas on Bakugou body were his face and his shoulder, which Uraraka had now rested her head on. Between loading screens, he would peep at her from behind the towel he still had on his head.
She had stopped biting her lip and was now sort of pouting. Her cheeks were rosier than usual and one was squished against his shoulder. Her lashes batted slowly as if she could fall asleep any second from now.
Bakugou didn't dare move.
As soon as the loading screen disappeared Bakugou pressed pause and Uraraka took a while to react. Bakugou jerked his chin back a little to look at her.
"Let's take a break. I don't want you feeling asleep now."
Uraraka hummed and took her head off his shoulder. Bakugou got a thought, it shot through his mind lightning fast.
He actually didn't mind having her so close to him.
Uraraka yawned and held her hand lazily in front of her mouth, tears formed in her eyes and for some reason, it made the corners of his mouth twitch.
"You kinda suck you know?" She continued to yawn.
"Just because you play too good for you own good." Bakugou fired back.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, propped up her knee and rested her chin on it.
"You're fun to game with though." She whispered as if it were a secret that she was a little ashamed to even tell him.
Bakugou eyebrows perked up. "Oh?"
"Mhm."
"Then we should play games together more often." Bakugou made sure to look her in the eye as he told her that. He watched the drowsiness slightly disappear from her face as she took in what he said.
We're having some Server Appreciation Week and yesterday was Positivity Day. One of the mods dropped some love in the Positivity channel.
We had a lot of fun hearing how much this server has affected people over the past year, and we hope to bring joy to even more people in the coming year!
Thanks, Camp Kacchako Server!
I'll post the server link after this post since it's apparently so hard to find.
Look what our gang of artists, writers, and fans came up with as the kacchako-server blog title. (kacchako server blog sounds silly when I spell it out now that I think about it.) ~harvy
here’s my @kacchako-server secret santa gift for @mirumototsubasa !! they requested a wallpaper (this is 1920x1080 i think please tell me if it isn’t) that depicts them getting ready for battle. this may not be “”battle”” but they’re getting ready for their morning patrol, which can be interpreted as a battle >;3c
