[Comedic future!fic feat. brotp-Bakurararaka, fangirling muscleheads, and KiriBaku]

"I just don't know Ochaco, what if he says no?" Bakugo and Uraraka were walking down the street in civilian clothes, taking full advantage of their day off.

"Hey, isn't that Uravity?" The words of some buff dude carried across the street. Apparently, even on her day off, Uraraka's pink cheeks and distinctive haircut were quite recognizable, and in mere moments two men, both beefier than Bakugo, had approached the girl. "Uravity? Can I have your autograph?" asked the taller one, though they were both quite tall.

"Oh... sure thing!" She smiled sweetly, drawing a sharpie out of her purse, and signed her hero name on their biceps, as requested.

"Would you hit me with your flying kick?" requested the second man eagerly.

"Not in these jeans," Uraraka said apologetically, rubbing the back of her head. "I could do a gravity flip though, if you want," she offered instead.

"Hell ye—I mean, yes please," the man enthused.

"Alright. Hey Blasty, could you hold my purse for a sec?" she asked Bakugo, slipping the yellow bag off her shoulder.

"Tch, whatever cherry-cheeks." Bakugo shot back, taking her bag and standing out of the way. Also gesturing for the other large man to back up.

Uraraka grabbed the man's wrist, and used her quirk to make him momentarily weightless. Just as he reached the apex of the arc she'd sent him on, she released her quirk, and slammed him down onto the sidewalk. She didn't use full strength though, she didn't need to be sending any well-meaning fans to the hospital. She allowed him to lie there stunned for a moment, before helping him up and making sure she hadn't injured him.

"Dude that was totally awesome!" his friend announced, high-fiving him. Uraraka smiled once more at them, and returned to Bakugo, who was standing on the sidelines.

As they walked away, they heard the man whom she'd flipped declare, "I think I'm in love!" and they couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry about that Kacchan," Uraraka said to her friend.

"It's no problem," Bakugo waved it off. "Honestly, I still think it's funny as fuck to see those huge-ass guys not only get beaten up by you, but literally ask for it." He snickered.

"I know, right?" She laughed along with him. "When I debuted as a hero I never thought muscle-heads would end up being my demographic. Anyway, what were you saying before? We were talking about Eijirou, right?"

"Yeah, I'm just not sure if I should ask him," Bakugo repeated his earlier concern.

"See, your problem, Kacchan, is that even though you know you're better than everyone else, you still think you're a peice of trash," Uraraka explained as if that cleared everything up. "Which of course, you are."

"Thanks," Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"But Ei doesn't see you that way." Uraraka rolled her eyes right back. She'd been putting up with his shit for a long time, and it barely fazed her anymore. "I don't know what you're worrying so much about. You've been crushing on him for years, but you've been friends for even longer. What's the worst that could happen?"

"He could be disgusted, and completely cut me out of his life forever," Katsuki deadpanned. He'd been thinking about this a lot. "Refusing to speak to me ever again, and alienating me for all eternity."

"We are talking about the same Eijirou, right?" Uraraka raised an eyebrow at him. "He cried when my ex-boyfriend's pet fish died, and he's never even met the guy. Also, he's gay too, why on earth would he be disgusted? He calls you 'babe,' dude. Are you entirely sure you two aren't dating already?"

"I think I'd fucken know if I was dating my best friend," Bakugo insisted.

"Would you though?" Uraraka said skeptically. "How about this, I'll call Denki and ask. He'll know. Just be quiet so he doesn't know you're here."

"This is stupid," Bakugo complained as Uraraka dialed Kaminari, and shushed him, hitting the speakerphone button so he could listen in.

"Hey Denki, are you at work?" she asked.

"Yeah, but nothing's happening right now," Kaminari responded. "What's up?"

"Are Eijirou and Kacchan dating?" She didn't see any point in beating around the bush and wasting Kaminari's time.

"If the amount of time Ei spends talking about Bakugo's ass is any indication, I'd say yes," Kaminari answered easily.

Bakugo choked and spluttered out a, "What‽"

"Oh, hey dude," Kaminari greeted, recognizing Bakugo's distinctive, gravelly voice. "If it makes things any different, he doesn't just talk about your ass. I've been forced to sit through long tangents on just about every aspect of your appearance and personality. He really overshares."

"But we're not... are we really dating?" Bakugo couldn't help but ask.

"I dunno, probably," Kaminari stated noncommittally. "That's just my hot take on it though. If you're still not sure, just ask Ei, I'm sure he won't mind."

"Okay, thanks Denki," Uraraka said. "We'll let you get back to work. Bye."

"Later guys," Kaminari said, and then hung up.

"So you wanna call Eijirou, then?" she suggested.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"You really need to get over this unfounded insecurity of yours," Uraraka frowned and scrolled through her contacts list. "Eijirou is way too chill a guy to screw you over for something like this. I'm calling him."

"Don't you fucking—" but it was too late. Damn Kirishima, always answering his phone on the first ring.

"Heya Kiri, are you and Kacchan dating?" she inquired as bluntly as before.

"Yeah, why?" Kirishima answered casually.

"We are‽" Bakugo demanded incredulously.

"Well... yeah... aren't we?" Kirishima sounded very confused.

"But we've never even fucking kissed or... or anything!" Bakugo spluttered, eyes wide.

"I thought you just weren't into that," Kirishima explained. "I mean you're not really a physical contact person. And besides, we have kissed... although now that I think about it, you mighta been too drunk to remember."

"How long has this been going on‽" Bakugo was now blushing profusely.

"Uhhh... since high-school?"

"Shit, really?" Bakugo had no idea what he was supposed to do, and Uraraka looked like she was about to keel over from laughing too hard.

"You... you've been dating your crush," she wheezed out, "for like f—five years... and you didn't... even... fu— you didn't even know about it!" Any semblance of control she'd had over her laughter before crumbled and she broke into unrestrained guffaws, free hand on her knee, the other barely managing to hold onto her phone. "Get this Ei, he's been debating for... for weeks, about whether or not you'd dis—disown him as a friend... for asking you out!"

She was desperately gasping for breath, and Bakugo was still too shellshocked to do anything but stare into space and stammer nonsense.

"Wait seriously?" They could hear Kirishima break into laughter as well. "Geez man, I'm sorry. Here I am shopping for engagement rings, and you didn't even think we were together." That statement snapped Bakugo out of his daze, and only served to knock Uraraka to the ground, convulsed with laughter as her phone hovered from her quirk. Bakugo snatched the pink device from the air.

"Sorry, you're fucking what‽" Bakugo demanded.

"Oops, guess the cat's outta the bag," Kirishima audibly cringed. "I was actually just about to head out of my apartment and look at some jewelry stores when I got your call. But I guess it'd be pretty weird to ask since we're... are we not together?"

"Fuck yes we're together!" Bakugo snapped, almost viciously. "I may not have known about it 'til now, but I'm sure as fuck not gonna look this gift-horse in the mouth."

"How does something like this even happen‽" Uraraka wheezed out, she had stopped rolling on the sidewalk, and was now floating as she clutched her sides.

"Great... but does this mean it's too soon for me to be looking at rings now?" Kirishima asked. "Because I was really pumped to ask you the next chance I got. Would you still say yes?"

"Fuck yeah I would!" Bakugo said. "We're gonna have dinner at my place tomorrow, and I'm cooking. That work for you?"

"Yeah, I'm free until seven-thirty," Kirishima confirmed. "Then I'm on patrol. I'll see you at five?"

"It's a fuckin' date!" Bakugo agreed, and damn did that feel good to say. The grin he wore when he hung up could rival Kirishima's, and Uraraka was still floating and giggling beside him.

"I can't believe... you went from pining to... to practically engaged... in the course of one ph—phone-call!" Uraraka said through her continuing giggles.

"Neither can I. What the fuck?" Bakugo said, staring in awe, and almost fearful confusion at the pink device in his hand.

"Well... well congratulations!" Uraraka panted.

[I wanted to write Bakurararararaka as bros, and I wanted to write a bunch of buff dudes fangirling about Urarararaka as a hero, and this just sort of... happened... idk, I like it.

I have three done so far, and I'm totally open to requests, so don't be shy! PM me or comment on any chapter if you have a prompt for me, I'm open to most things, but I do reserve the right to refuse requests. If you're not sure, or if you have any questions feel free to ask, I promise I won't get mad lol. Love y'all.

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