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“You hungry?”

Uraraka frowned, wrinkling her nose as she opened her notebook and pulled out the trigonometry problem set. “Not right now,” she smiled up at her friends, her eyes crinkling tightly as she picked up her pencil. “I’ll get something after I get this done.”

“The cafeteria closes in an hour though,” Midoriya reminded her as he stood up from the chair he’d occupied during their study session.

“A good nutritious dinner is essential after a day of training,” Iida added as he packed up his books, adjusting his glasses.

“I know, but,” she assured, looking down at her paper as her stomach growled, “If I don’t get this done now, I’m not going to and I really don’t wanna wait until the last minute.” She had a few more days until she had to turn in the problem set, but it would be easier to get it out of the way now.

“Okay,” Midoriya agreed, slinging his bookbag on his back. “Just make sure you-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved them off, making sure her smile didn’t falter. “I got it. You guys go get something. If I’m not done in thirty minutes, I’ll get something to go.”

“Alright then!” Iida gave her a little nod, gathering his own bag. “If I don’t see you again this evening, have a good night Uraraka-san.” He gave her a little bow before walking away from the table and exiting the lounge.

“Good night, Iida!” she called to him before turning to Midoriya.

“Are you sure-”

“Yep,” she insisted, ignoring the twinge of bitterness in her stomach. Her smile faltered for a moment as she looked down at her homework for a second. “I’m in the zone right now so I figure I might as well tackle math now.”

“Oh,” his voice dropped. “I could help you after dinner.”

“Naw.” The prospect would have excited her a few months ago  “I don’t need help with this.” There was a chance he hadn’t heard her stomach growl, but she knew that Midoriya was well aware of her math struggles.

Overall, she did well with memorizing formulas. The problems came with the application and little mistakes in her arithmetic that kept her from getting the correct answer.

“It’s just graphing,” she shrugged, motioning to the calculator sitting next to her notebook. It was matching the equation to the correct graph and using the calculator to check her solution.

That implied coming up with a solution to check.

She took notes in class which meant absolutely nothing to her, but it was better than nothing. “I’ll be fine.”

Midoriya stared at her, lips tight.

Uraraka knew him well enough to know he was thinking of what to say to her.

He was too observant not to notice a shift in her demeanor but cautious enough think of a way to approach it.

“Go enjoy your dinner,” she told him before he had a chance to question her. “Text me if they have something really good, ya?”

“Okay,” he nodded, giving her one last look before slowly moving away from the table.

The moment he was out of sight Uraraka relaxed her face, allowing the corners of her lips to fall as she exhaled deeply.


She didn’t have the energy to deal with her emotional baggage and trigonometry.

The second term was supposed to be a fresh start.

Her disappointing performance at the Sports Festival had led her to an awesome internship. The pride she felt about being able to evade one of the heroes she looked up to had been burst when Aizawa informed her that she and Aoyama had barely passed their final.

The summer had been a disaster. Between the trauma of being attacked in the forest during a training exercise and her trip to I-Island turning into another crisis…

“Oi, round face.”

Speaking of disasters. “Um-” She looked away from her untouched homework, turning to the blonde standing beside her chair. “Bakugo?”

“What are you doing in a couple of months?”

“No idea.” Uraraka wasn’t even sure what she was doing after she finished this paper. She was supposed to be getting something to eat, but the way the numbers and letters started blurring together was starting to make her head hurt.

The assignment wasn’t due until Thursday anyway, so she had a couple of days to finish and optimistically understand the assignment.

Knowing Ectoplasm he’d probably give them a quiz on Friday. He’d probably give them the quiz on Thursday to keep them on their toes. They’d all grown to expect his Friday “pop” quizzes, Uraraka was just waiting for him to switch it up when they least expected it-

“I need a date to my stupid cousin’s wedding.”

Uraraka blinked, her mind going blank for a moment as she stared at him.

He looked at her with indifference, a small sneer at the corner of his lips.

“Excuse me?”

Bakugo inhaled slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he shuffled his feet, “You heard me.” Red eyes rolled toward the ceiling.

If she didn’t know better, Uraraka would have sworn he was blushing but she couldn’t be too certain with her ears malfunctioning. “I-” Had she heard him? Because if she had heard him correctly, it sounded like he was indirectly asking her for a favor. “You-” She wasn’t so hungry that her senses were playing tricks on her.

She’d gone over a day without eating and hadn’t hallucinated.

Though she had taken a fall during combat, but she hadn’t blacked out. Iida hadn’t hit her that hard. It had been hard enough to send her to her back, bruising her elbow and lower back. Nothing outside of the usual damage. “What?” She definitely didn’t hit her head.

“I said I need a fucking date to my stupid cousin’s wedding,” he growled, snapping his eyes to her before looking past her head to the window behind her.

Uraraka avoided his gaze, choosing to look around the lounge. “Okay?” she acknowledged slowly.

Was anyone else hearing this?

“Tell your cousin I said congratulations?” What else was she supposed to say?

“I said I need a date. I don’t care that you’re happy that witch found someone stupid enough to marry her.”

“Um…” A soft flush overtook her already rosy face as Uraraka looked down at the math problems. Her fingers fiddled with her pencil as she nodded, “Okay?”

“So you’ll go?”

Did he sound relieved? “What?” she questioned. “You were asking me to be your date?”

Bakugo folded his arms across his chest, looking affronted, “Why the hell else would I come over here to tell you about my cousin’s wedding?”

“Well,” she started carefully, “I figured you were trying to make conversation.”

“I don’t do small talk, round face,” he scoffed. “It’s a waste of my fucking time.”


“So you wanna go with me or what?” he questioned, brows furrowing deeper as he glared at her impatiently.

Setting her pencil down she turned toward him, propping her chin against her fist. “Why are you asking me?” This was more perplexing than her homework.

Do I need a fucking reason?

Considering she couldn’t remember a time where they’d ever had an actual conversation that hadn’t involved him insulting one of her friends or calling her round face… “Yes, yes you do.”


How did he have the ability to make someone feel like he was doing her a favor when he was the one asking her for something?

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“What’s my name?” she asked him suddenly. Her lips were drawn tight as she stared at him intently.

“What-” he stuttered, gesturing wildly as his jaw went slack for a moment. The blush she wasn’t sure was there seemed to get darker on his cheeks. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“You don’t even know.”

Just as she thought.

Uraraka picked up her pencil, gripping it tightly as she turned away from him. “Go ask Hagakure. She loves weddings. Oh, and in case you weren’t sure, she’s the one who is invisible.” Normally, she’d swallow whatever bitter feeling lurched at the back of her throat and opt for a more positive approach, but between math homework and the emotional drain of being happy around Midoriya she had no more positive emotional energy left to spare.

Bakugo wasn’t the only one capable of making snappy comments.

“She’s in our class, as well,  in case you’ve for-”

“Uraraka Ochako.”

She froze at the sound of her name brushing roughly from his lips.

“I know your fucking name.”

Somewhere she remembered him using it before now.

“There,” he spat, tipping his chin. “So, now that we’ve gotten that shit out of the way, will you fucking go with me?”

Uraraka looked up at him, dropping her pencil back to the table, “Why me?”

“Because,” he sighed boredly, letting his head tilt toward one of his shoulders, “You’re the least annoying person I can fucking think of.”

That was almost a compliment. “Just ask Kirishima.”

“Fuck no,” Bakugo barked, snarling at her. “Look, I just need someone with half a brain to sit next to me.”

Maybe it wasn’t a compliment. She couldn’t tell if he was insulting her or Kirishima.

“Just pretend to my date,” he told her with a huff. He wiped his hands against his pants before placing them palms down on the table.

This was a horrible idea. “I don’,” she chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at the blonde teen in front of her. “What do I have to do?”

“I don’t fucking know! Sit next to me, so my family will get off my back.”

Her eyes narrowed, “You’re using me as a buffer between you and your family?”

“Pretty much.”

At least he was honest. “I don’t know why you don’t ask Kirishima-” Kirishima was certainly the definition of diplomatic, and she figured he’d have no trouble dealing with a herd of Bakugos. “Or any other girl in our class.” She had a hard time believing she was his first choice.

“I already told you,” he started gruffly. “You’re the least annoying-”


He stared at her, “Who?”

“The pink girl in our class.”

“She’s fucking annoying as hell.”

Uraraka’s shoulder’s dropped as she stared at him, “You hang out with her.”

“Not by choice.”

“What about Tsu?” Uraraka didn’t even know why she suggested her best friend knowing full well that she wouldn’t have agreed.

Bakugo glared at her not even trying to figure out who she was talking about.

She sighed, “She’s in our class. Has the frog quirk…”

“Tch, no,” he dismissed.

“Jirou? Earphone jacks.”

“The one dunce face has a crush on?”

“Huh?” She didn’t know that. “Really?”

“Look, I’m not asking you to help me find a date. I can do that myself. I asked you because-” His mouth snapped shut.

Her brows raised, waiting for him to finish.

“You either do or you don’t,” Bakugo told her indifferently as he frowned, “I already told you, you’re not annoying and you have half a brain. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

The truth? “You don’t think this is weird?” She pointed a finger between the two of them.

He shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she shook her head, still trying to figure out what exactly was she was agreeing to.

“You get a free meal and some cake.”

She laughed sourly, “Yes, I know I’m poor, but I’m not that poor. Nice tr-”

“I didn’t fucking mean it like that,” he corrected roughly. “I mean that shit will be there so it won’t be a complete waste of time.” His shoulders dropped, but his hard stare remained. “Do you want to go or not?”

She stared at him, mouth agape.

“Yes or no, Uraraka.”

“I-” This was a really horrible idea. “Sure.” But, something in his eyes convinced her to say yes.

Bakugo nodded, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he stood up straight, “Good.” He turned away from her, taking a few steps before stopping to look over his shoulder. “I’ll let you know when that crazy bitch sets the date, it’s going to be in November though.” He walked out of the lounge.

“Okay,” Uraraka called out, letting her back collapse against the chair. She looked down at her math sheet distastefully. The little motivation she had to complete the assignment early had dissipated and had been replaced by the confusion of Bakugo asking her to be his wedding date. “We’re not even two weeks into term…” she sighed shoving her homework in her binder.

So much for a fresh start.

“Damnit,” she muttered under her breath, throwing her pencil into her bag.

To be Continued…