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Uraraka collapsed along the green bench as an unexpected laugh slipped her lips "Ugh," She groaned. A part of her wanted to just to take a hammer and ram it through a wall, but accompanied with that vigorous feeling remorse was crawling up her throat.

"I can't fucking talk to him," Uraraka said to herself as she began pondering at an advertisement that said 'Keep your hands clean.' Uraraka sneered at it. "Well, Ochako at least...it felt good to just... scream," Uraraka said as she stood up and stretched her back. Keeping your hands clean was obnoxious, Uraraka admitted.

You have to smile all the time, you have to say sorry for every little thing. You have to be quiet... just so you don't hurt others. All of that staying nice and clean stuff was tiring. So even if she regretted yelling at Katsuki, it also still felt good to say it all. She didn't want to say she was a pushover for most of her life because facing that kind of truth would make her immensely regret a lot of things. Uraraka sighed as she took her to leave. She pulls out her phone and scrolls down within her contacts. She considered if she just let the anger wash away or if she should talk to someone to distract herself. Making a decision she clicked on Kamanari's name. She waited patiently as the phone rang in her ear.

"Umm Hey this is Uraraka...Umm, I was wondering if you would mind if I come to the bar you work at..."

"Oh! I don't mind! Please come, I need the company anyway. We're actually kind of slow today, and so I'm not doing much here. I'm glad but at the same time I'm sluggish," She nods her occasionally twirling her hair along her finger while walking down the road towards the bar.

Uraraka opens the door to the bar. The sound of people chattering in groups with their family and friends was heard all over. The walls were rough and built with red brick, the entire room glowed in a soft yellow. She looked around lazily to see Kaminari smiling giddily behind the bar washing cups. A soft smile takes place on her face as she walks over to him. His face instantly brightens up at the sight of her.

"Hey..." She says while taking off her jacket and resting it on the stool before sitting down.

"Hey, babe." He says already leaning in for a kiss. It was a short but sweet kiss that left Uraraka in a blushing mess. She didn't expect that a cheesy nickname like babe would make her feel so joyful. If anything when she heard people call each other that she would just cringe. But here she is just melting like caramel syrup. Kamanari's tender kisses and his voice almost made her think that the rest of her day could be alright."Want anything?" He asks her. She asks for just a simple beer before taking out her phone and staring at it. As soon as he put her beer on the counter, she took a small sip and sighed.

"So what are you doing after work?" Uraraka asks, slightly swinging her legs back and forth.

"Oh, nothing much, just need to restock my fridge and buy some food for my turtle." She nods her head at that statement but then he continues. "What's sad is that he won't eat tomatoes anymore. His mouth is so small he can't eat a whole tomato." She gives him a small smile trying to seem interested, but really she has too many thoughts running through her head at the moment. "Hey...what's wrong?" He suddenly asks her.

"It's nothing...I'm just tired" She lets out a small sigh. He leans over the counter and takes her hand in his.

"Okie dokie whatever you say" He whispers against her lips before pressing them on her cheek. "I just hope that will make you feel better," Kamanari said with his head raised with a smug grin. Uraraka just rolled her eyes with a vibrant smile. They continued to talk for 20 more minutes before Uraraka decided to stand up.

"I better get going. I'm getting a bit tired." She says giving him another kiss before heading for the door.

"I'll see ya later babe." Kaminari says, giving her a flirty wink. She smiles before walking out of the bar while tugging at her blouse. She looked at her phone and realized it was kind of late.

"I better get back so I can sleep," She mumbles to herself. She was turning the corner of a convenience store when someone was running in her direction and accidentally ran right into her.

"Oh god I'm so sorry." The girl said apologetically. Uraraka observed the girl's appearance. She wore a cornflower and a black baggy shirt that was tucked in while she had deep red flannel around her waist. The young girl had slick violet hair that was pulled back behind her ears that revealed shiny earrings.

"It's all good I'm sorry too." Uraraka says as she helps pick up the things that the girl dropped. "Ooh you play guitar?" Uraraka curiously asks, looking at the fancy guitar case strapped around her body.

"Umm yeah. I usually perform at small bars and restaurants though." She says shyly rubbing the back of her neck. Uraraka smiled as she saw the girl slightly blush.

"No need to be embarrassed, you should have pride in your talent," Uraraka uttered as she watched the girl's face bloomed into a red color. "Yeah..thanks," The girl chuckled.

"I'm Uraraka, sorry again for making you drop your stuff," The girl smiled "Names Jiro, it's really no problem. Um...I have a show in a couple minutes so I better get going. It's been nice meeting you. I don't always see so many kind people like you everyday," Jiro said.

"Yeah same. Good luck, seeya," Uraraka said waving goodbye. Once Jiro left Uraraka stuffed her face in her palms. "UGH," Uraraka cringed at herself. I definitely need to get out more, Uraraka promised herself. She looks up and notices that it's about to rain. "Damn..." She mutters before walking back to the dormitories.

When she arrived she put the key in and instantly went straight to her room. She grabbed her notebook on the way over to her bed so she could continue writing. After about 15 minutes she heard the door loudly burst open. She shifted her gaze as she saw Katsuki's figure walk in her room. She continued writing but stopped once she heard his footsteps approach her. He leaned against her door and looked at her calmly with no traces of anger to be found.

"Can we talk?" He asks quietly. She ignores him continuing her act of writing. "Ochako come on." He continues to walk towards her and while doing so he grabs her notebook out of her hands.

"Hey! You jerk give it back!" She struggles to snatch it back from him. "Not until you agree to talk with me dipshit," Katsuki growled, tugging the notebook behind his back.

"Can you just back off? I'm tired of you constantly coming into my life and fucking it all up!" She yells. "You egotistical piece of shit! Who was the one that stopped that old geezer from pulling moves on you at Mina's party? The least you could do is appreciate my ass," Bakugou spat as he pulled the collar of her shirt.

"Oh wow you acting like a virtous human being for once, never fucking knew I would see the day!" Uraraka shouted, attempting to get him to release her shirt. "Oh like you are one to talk." He mumbles. "Oh please, piss off you don't fucking know a thing about me." Uraraka responds while glaring at him.

"Your right I don't! And you know what?! I won't ever care enough to know about you and your shitty pathetic personality!" Bakugou says finally before really taking in her dull expression. Urarak grabbed at his forearm and scraped her nails deep into his skin. Bakugou winced and released her shirt and stared blankly at the faint red marks of his arm. "Don't fucking touch me," Uraraka whispered as she glared at him threateningly. "Shit...hey you know I didn't mean that. Fuck! I didn't mean any of it," Bakugou said, stepping back hastily at his heels. "Just stop," Uraraka said while grabbing her head trying to ease the piercing headache starting to form at the side of her head.

"Please I just want us to talk like the adults we are." Bakugou said with a scoff, reaching over and grabbing her hand that was clenched into her bedsheets. Luckily this time for him, she did not pull away. "Everything that's been happening has been a total fuck fest. This all has been a misunderstanding," Bakugou paused before continuing as if he was struggling to find words or just trying to make himself not sound like a total jackass. "It has to be a misunderstanding..It's not like I'm delusional. I know I can be hard to understand or just difficult to tolerate. I've always have, but maybe that's how I am, and how I always will be..but that doesn't fucking mean I'm a bad person. It's not like I don't try to be you know sensitive. You gotta believe when I say that." He says to her calmly while not loosening his hold on her hand. She slowly nods her head absently, no hatred ready to spill out of her mouth just silence.

She would've never regarded Bakugou as a complex person. She just saw him as someone that fought for himself, his desires, with a heart, but not much of it. Someone who has such a little heart is a person you should stay away from. She understood what he meant when he said he couldn't be a bad person. Most people want to be good, if people know they are good then that makes them believe they don't deserve hate or to be mistreated. Was Bakugou bothered that she hated him? Did he feel sick about the fact that she saw him as someone abominable? Uraraka asked herself. She continues to think. He is not one to show that he really cares about how others think of him so how is she any different? She shakes her head at the thought.

"Where the hell is your head going at," Bakugou asks, his face getting too close for comfort. "Back off," Uraraka states bluntly. Bakugou eyes narrow and he slowly steps back.

"Do you hate the fact that I'm angry with you, or does it bother you that I can't stand you?" Uraraka asks, sitting up and putting her feet on the floor. "No shit it fucking affects me, it's driving me crazy why the hell do think I'm even taking the effort to...to

"Why would you care what I think?! If anything you act like you're above everybody else and everybody else's opinions are ludicrous to you!" Uraraka said standing up while Bakugou continued to back away until he bumped into the edge of her desk. She stopped walking towards him as he could no longer back up. She looked into his eyes patiently waiting for a response from the male.

"B-Because you know..." His cheeks lightly lit up at her unexpected dominant nature. "No, I don't know. Care to enlighten me?" She asks looking at him expectantly. "Fuck...cause you're fucking different okay," He said it. He finally fucking said it. "Different? How am I different?" She asks curiously as her strands of her hair slip from behind her ears. He glares at her before rolling his eyes. "Just because, ok!" He says in a very tsundere way. (Maplesyrup442: hehehejsuhdyuwjs Tastu-uke: Don't fucking type that shit XD Sarah god XD we're gonna keep this commentary here when we publish dis)

"Fine. I'll take that as an answer for now," He let out a breath of relief. Uraraka thought she shouldn't push him. What he previously said voluntarily about himself already seemed energy consuming for him. "Well I guess I better give you this back..." He mumbles before giving her the notebook back. "S-Sorry for taking it..." He whispers. "Are we good?" Bakugou asked, blinking frantically with his shoulders held up awkwardly.

"Yeah I suppose," Uraraka said, scratching the nape of her back. "Cooooool." He said drawing out the word making it sound longer. "Well goodnight," Uraraka blurted out unnaturally. He stared at her and then a small smile took place on his face. "Yeah night." He said while walking to the door. He was about to shut the door before looking back at her figure one last time.