Bakugou felt something rub his hand, he flinched as cold fingers met his knuckles. His eyes fluttered lazily as he saw a young girl stand before him. Her brown hair messily sticking up. Her lips that were once painted in a deep red were faded to a delicate pink. Her eyes were a chestnut brown, with her cheeks bubbly with a slight color adding warmth in her face. "Ochako," Bakugou grunted. "Katsuki get up," Uraraka whispered. Katsuki felt her warm breath against his neck. The smell of fresh sweet coffee reached his nose. It reminded him of his mother. She always had the smell of coffee in her sleeves and stuck in her unruly hair. "I can't just let you sleep out here," Uraraka told her voice strained. A blanket was wrapped around her shoulders. Bakugou turned his head to the side to read that it is 4:00 am. He turns back towards Uraraka. She tugged at his wrist but didn't meet his eyes. She stared at the floor and at his feet. Uraraka let go of his wrist, and she raised her head at Bakugou.

They look at each other in silence. "So how did it go?" Bakugou suddenly asked. "The date?" She asks with confusion on her face. "Yes dumbass, how did the fucking date go?" "Oh, it was...nice." She says shyly but with a quick answer. "Oh yeah?" He questions smugly. "You don't seem so sure round face." He sits back with a smile still edged up on his face. "Oh shut up and don't call me that!" She yells out. "Can't make any promises," Bakugou says. "Uhhhg," she groans. "So what did you two do?" Sherubs her thumb over her wrist nervously. "Uhh, we went out to eat actually and then we went on a boat when it was darker out." "What were you guys doing on a fucking boat? Gazing into each other's eyes with love?" He asks adding a higher pitch to his voice. "No, actually we looked at the stars while we talked and listened to music." She says. "That's even worse." He mumbles. She gives him a glare. "Actually it was really sweet for your information." "Seems too mushy to me." "Well, it was romantic."

She sighs before looking to the side away from his gaze. "So you must've had a really good time then huh." She looks back up to look into his dark scarlet eyes. "Well I mean it was nice." She says with smile beginning to twitching along her lips. Bakugou could tell that she was unsure by her voice. "But you don't think you like him?" Bakugou asks. "I never said such a thing," Uraraka blurts tightening her fingers into her palm. Bakugou eyes seemed to widen slightly at her outburst, and he looks away. Uraraka takes a step back as she sits down at the dining table. She rubs her fingers along a coffee cup that was warm and ready. "Would you like a drink?" Uraraka asked politely. Bakugou walked towards her lazily. His face was soft, his eyes relaxed in a dangerous tone, like a cinching dragon that curled under your fingers once you touched the creature. He stood over her as she felt small in her seat. She didn't meet his eyes as he titled his head like a curious cat. "I've waited for you all night," Bakugou said. "I sat in that chair all night by the door, and you know what I was doing there? Waiting for you." Bakugou leans in. She flinches, and her teeth clench lightly. She was speechless. She didn't know what to say, her mind was nothing but white static. In that white static, she could only see Katsuki's figure stand over her. Her breath felt short from how close he stood. She pressed her lips together. "I know," she gasped. She met his eyes. "Come," Uraraka said as she stood up. She felt chills run like electricity along her skin, as she could feel his stare on her. Like he was painting her on a canvas. She wondered, if he drew a picture of her with old crayons what color would he use.

Would he use oranges, blues, or blacks?

Uraraka clutched her fingers into his long sleeves. She pulled on him and he was dragged along. She took him into her room. "I'm not gonna let you sleep on the couch, you can sleep on one side of the bed. I am sure the bed is big enough for both of us," Uraraka said; as she let go of him. She grabbed another blanket for him; out of her closet. Bakugou laid on the right side of the bed, and she wrapped it around him. "Sorry, sorry," Uraraka thought he didn't deserve any of these sorries, but she said them anyways. She pressed her forehead against his and apologized again. She imagined that once she touched him he'd yell, but simply he did not. He was calm. He simply gazed at her, like she was something. His attention going back towards how messy her hair as, and her eyes. "I think it's lovely how you have your mothers eyes," Uraraka said with a soft tone. "Shaddup," Bakugou whispered. As she went, to turn off the lamp, his mind would become insane and frustrated when Uraraka said nice words about him. But his mind would react that same way when she insulted him on his rash actions. Uraraka laid down beside him, his back was turned to her. She drew out his rugged shoulders. She wondered how it would feel to press her lips against the nap of his neck. She imagined her fingers drawing out his shape under his shirt. Uraraka eyes widened as he turned around to face her. The right side of his cheek became soft against the pillow. His face was always had major distinctions, and bold lines; Never tender. Her breath was captured by how he looked. Bakugou spoke no words. He reached to her and touched her hair, brushing it through his fingers. Uraraka shivered as one of his fingers came into contact with her rushed ear. "Your hair is messy," Bakugou said with a hushed whisper.

Uraraka smiled at him as she blushed. But he couldn't see it there faces pooling in the dark. She closed her eyes as she folded her hands under her head. She closed her eyes. It's been a rough day, and she thought she deserved it. Bakugou kept his gaze on her as Uraraka knocked out. It took him an entire hour to fall back asleep.

Today was Tuesday, Uraraka thought to herself as she tightened her woolen scarf around her neck, and let the fabric kiss her lips. She reached for her coffee cup after slamming the door of her car. She went out to visited library to return her books, and to get a coffee on the way home. She began drinking the remaining coffee. By three sips, it was all gone. She threw it away as she entered the apartment building with her keys. On Friday, Uraraka went out to visit her Father for the weekend. Her dad, lately hadn't been taking care of himself; however, Food wise, he always depended on his entire diet to take out. Ever since Uraraka's mom died, he has always been a little off. Uraraka liked the fact that he was starting to draw more. Her father was a talented drawer. Sure, he stubbornly disapproves the idea that he had a natural talent. How his fingers are on the pencil and his circles on that page was mesmerizing like the way you watch birds swore into brittle winds. While she was there in their garage, she found paintings of her mother. It was her mother but when she was young. Uraraka guessed it was supposed to be her mother when she was a teenager. On the canvas, her mother's hair was cut to her ears, with that same sweet smile. Her father could capture that life that sprouted from her mother. Her father hid these paintings under white sheets. Uraraka didn't say anything about it. Last time she talked about mom her father had a mental breakdown.

Other than visiting her father Uraraka spent Monday sitting around, and she remembers the moment she woke up that morning that she felt like complete shit. When she says shit that means she felt more fat and insecure about herself than on an average day. After a shower she kinda felt better. She spent the rest of the day shopping with Monoma. Midoriya and Todoroki happened to tag along. Surprisingly Uraraka never came to the point where she had to talk to Todoroki. Although she was curious what kind of person he was, after all he was dating like her bestest friend in the whole world. As cheesy as it sounded it was true. It's been 2 months since she talked to Bakugou. When she allowed Bakugou to sleep on her bed. (As weird as that sounds) She woke up the next morning and he was gone. Midoriya yelled at her for giving bakugou clothes, and Uraraka didn't want to talk about it. Occasionally she would still be around Mina and Kirishima while going out; Uraraka suggested that maybe Mina understood this new tension between her and Bakugou. Uraraka frowned thinking about as she headed upstairs to her apartment. She swung her keys around her finger as she stumbled upon her mailbox. She reached in her cubby and looked at the several letters. Most of them were for Midoriya, half of them from his mom. "God can you at least check up on your mother once in a while," Uraraka groaned. One letter was for her. It was U.A University. Uraraka gasped as she read the college name out loud. As she quickly rippled it open; "Dear Ochako: Congratulations! On behalf of U.A University, we are pleased to announce your admission for Fall 2019!" Uraraka eyes widened and smiled widely. She quickly ran back into the apartment excited. "Oh wow." She came in throwing herself on the couch., and squealing. Midoriya came into the room scratching through his hair. "Stop, I have like this major headache," Midoriya complained. "Deku I Uraraka Ochako just got accepted into U.A," Uraraka stated smirking as she stood with her back straight. "Really? That's amazing Uraraka. But I'm surprised you even got in-

"What!" Uraraka interrupted as she punched him in the shoulder. "No, no, you didn't even let me finish Uraraka stepped back as she crossed her arms. "As I was saying, ugh. Is that you applied last minute and I'm surprised that there was a room. Admissions go quickly by the time you know it all dorm rooms are filled and no more people are to be accepted in the following year." "Oh, uh sorry," Uraraka said as she scratched the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. "Eh," Midoriya said with disgusted face.

Uraraka looked back at the letter there were about 3 pages in the letter. She gazed at the 2nd page, and it talked about the day of the open house, and the time. "Oct 9th, that's kind of far away." She scratched her head at the thought. Today was August 12th. Uraraka felt her phone buzz her pocket. Someone had been calling her. She looked at her phone and read 3 missing calls from Mina Ashido. Uraraka decided to call her back. "Hi weirdo," Uraraka said. "I'm coming to your house right now, just wanted to tell you since last time you scolded me."

"Well I wasn't dressed like at all, I was wearing panties and a robe. I was a literal mess. I had serious bed head and I had boogers in my eyes. Not only that but you brought Kirishima and-and Kaminari!"

"I cannot let Kaminari see me look that disgusting ever again." Uraraka said as she cringed. She squeezed the bridge of her nose. "Oh my god then after I told how embarrassed I was while getting ready. You fucking asshole asked Kaminari If I was still beautiful even if I had booger in my eyes." "And he of course said yes so stop your whining." "Whatever, so who's all coming over?" "Just me and..well Kirishima." Uraraka blinked twice, she wondered why Mina hesitated on answering the question.

Mina walked in with smooth black heels that clacked a nice sound on the boarded floor she carried bright glow from her pink complexion. Dark slick black mascara bled into her long eyelashes, as she batted them with attentive gaze. She had black dress on the was designed with pink and blue flowers blooming along the fabric. The dress had a traditional Japanese look to it with a closed collar along her neck, and was sleeveless revealing her bare shoulders. As she walked into the living room Uraraka watched as Mina adjusted the white lily that was placed into her plushed curls near her ear. Mina hugged Uraraka with tight squeeze. Uraraka laughed uneasily as she hugged her back. "We'll you look absolutely beautiful today Ochako," Mina said with a polished smile. "Eh, that's actually funny," Uraraka said as she took a second to look at the outfit she was wearing. Uraraka had on casual outfit, a leather jacket, with burgundy thin sweater and some black jeans. "But thank you," Uraraka told her words rolling off one another. "I mean you look quite the looker Mina if you know what I mean," Uraraka said. Kirishima walked in although Mina, as you could say overdressed. Kirishima had some grey jogging pants and a white t-shirt. His red hair was brushed down, the ends close to his shoulders. He had tender expression on his face, like a young boy. Kirishima shook hands with Uraraka swiftly. "We never really had a chance to meet, although I saw you at Mina's party with Bakubro. I'm Ejiro by the way."

"Ochako," Uraraka said she guessed 'Bakubro' was a stupid nickname for Katsuki.

"Eh would you guys like anything to drink?" Uraraka swiftly asked as she scratched the back of her neck with an awkward smile. "Do you have any wine? I would absolutely like to drink away my sorrows." Mina said with a youthful smile, with no wrinkles. Uraraka blinked her eyes twice and had a astounded expression. "A-are you alright? It's kind of strange that you're giving that smile and you attitude is very different. "Don't worry sweetie I'll get over it after a nice cup of whine, or beer or alcohol or... milk?" Mina says with a strain in her voice. Uraraka just smiled, and gave her a beer from the fridge while Kirishima preferred to have some apple cider. Uraraka sits on the chair feeling self-conscious. Mina was very unreserved in a way that made Uraraka uncomfortable. She hasn't really spoken with Eijiro as much, but she already knew that he had the same vibe as Mina did, which was very outgoing and confident; things Uraraka most definitely was not.

Mina sat on the couch with her hand resting under her chin. "So do you want to talk about why you're so upset?" Uraraka asked. Mina smiled brightly at Uraraka. "Your just so sweet." Mina says as she pinches Uraraka's cheek. "Ow ow ow." Uraraka said with a stoic expression. Mina sighed and spoke. "Well what happened today was-"

"Ashley Forchester was being a total bitch." Kirishima interrupted. "Correct," Mina says with a pause. "Ashley is a co-worker of mine and I've had to be stuck with that dumbass for 4 years. I honestly can't take it. I have been working with her on a project recently, my boss wanted to do make a full outfit that is comfortable and sexy. Through the entire few weeks she has sat on her ass and has done nothing but make rude comments about how my clothing is I quote 'quite exquisite for a peasant,' or 'you're really pulling off that ghetto look.' Then you know what today she complained to my boss how I was uncooperative. Now he's considering to have me off the project." Uraraka sucked in a harsh breath between her teeth. "Oof," Uraraka said as she took a sip of apple cider. "You seem more angry than actually sad." Mina groans before laying down, her head in Kirishima's lap while he sits up.

"So Ochako how are things?" Eijiro asks. "Oh things are good. How about you?" Uraraka asks. Kirishima was about to respond but then Mina groaned. "Uhhhhg." "What's up?" Kirishima says looking down at Mina's phone. "Fricken Katsuki is what's up." Uraraka tenses at the mention of Katsuki's name. "Basically he's being a fucktard." She says before sitting up and leaning against Kirishima. "What is he doing?" He asks again. "His dumbass is stranded on the side of the road because his tire is flat and he doesn't have a spare so he wants me to to bring him one." Mina says annoyed. "Can't he call someone?" Kirishima asks confused. "Exactly but no he says 'I can do it my fucking self,' god he is so annoying."Kirishima lets out a long sigh. "Hey so how has Katsuki been lately?" Uraraka asks. Mina looks up at her. "I don't know. He's definitely been more bitchy. Probably because you guys haven't been talking." She says casually. "Oh." Uraraka says. "Yeah I thinks he misses you but won't admit it."

She say wiggling her eyebrows. "S-stop." Uraraka says getting uncomfortable under Mina's gaze. "What happened between you two?" "Honestly I don't know. It's just-" "Oh Bakubro is losing what little patience he has." Kirishima says. "Well I guess we have to get him don't we." Mina mourners. She gets up and Uraraka follows. "Sorry Ochako but I'll never hear the end of it if I don't bring him the tire." Mina says getting on her shoes. "It's all good. Thanks for coming over." Uraraka says with a uneasy smile on her face. Kirishima waves goodbye before they both leave the apartment.

Uraraka sighs before sitting back down. "Katsuki misses me?" She asks herself. She turns on the tv but the only thing that fills her mind is him. She stopped her thoughts when she heard shuffling behind her. Todoroki has come downstairs and was putting on his jacket. "Leaving already?" Uraraka teases. He rolls his eyes, but a visible smile takes place on his face. "Yeah I have to go to work. Have a good day." Uraraka nods her head before giving him a wave.

Uraraka collapsed on the couch. Her arm hanged at the edge of it. She took a glimpse at her fingers. Her nails were bitten and chewed at. She thought that she did it out of boredom, but she considered maybe it was from stress. Stress from her father, the way he lived each day and how he acted. his entire behavior and his smile was like glued broken glass. She was stressed on how she known she'd go through great pains for this college. She'd just left high school but she wondered those 4 yrs of crying and sleepless nights or days empty and colored of pastel were coming back. Highschool wasn't great. She was stressed on how her mind kept coming back to him. She thought of him when she was alone. Alone in a room when there was nothing to do or nothing hear. She thought about Katsuki.