A/N Hey guys, this is my first Hero Academia Fic! I realize that Bakugo x Uraraka is not a very popular ship, but since the sports festival I've started to really like it! Be warned, there are some spoilers if you aren't very far in the manga. So go read the manga before reading this if you havent caught up! I haven't written in a while, so im pretty rusty. I hope that I will have more time in the summer to improve and such.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter!

Italics = thoughts

He always seemed to be angry at something. If it wasn't Midoriya, it was the noise around him or the way our teachers taught, anything noticeable got on his nerves. Bakugo intimidated all of his classmates, some more than others. His presence was never unnoticed. Uraraka could always somehow tell when he was around. His existence to her was mysterious and intimidating.

Today, Bakugo was unusually quiet. Uraraka knew this meant one of two things; either he was so enraged his tongue was frozen, or he has given up on caring about anything but becoming a hero. But deciding between the two was turning rather difficult for her. So instead of wondering about it, she studied him from afar.

The whole class had become quiet as they waited for the quiz sheets to be passed down, then got straight to work. This class sure is competitive, Uraraka thought as she began to work on her own quiz. She glanced to her left at Midoriya and saw his lips moving. Midoriya is having a silent conversation with himself! How cute, she silently giggled. Realizing she was falling behind on her own quiz she finally decided to get serious.

Aizawa warned them of their last 5 minutes, but almost everyone was finished already. Uraraka looked around to see who still had their test. Kouda, Satou, Jirou, Ojiro and…. Bakugo? Her eyes widened, Huh? But… isn't he usually the one done first?

Whispers and muttering began to make its way around the class. She suddenly started to feel uneasy. Bakugo wouldn't just let classmates mutter behind his back right? He's gonna explode, I don't know how I know, but he's gonna. She started worrying when the whispers and mutters became more and more obvious by the minute. Aizawa stopped the timer and requested the remaining people hand in their quizzes. Everyone began talking normally again while their teachers switched out during recess.

Bakugo still hasn't stood up, Uraraka focused on him for no real reason, but she could admit she has been keeping tabs on him. Since her fight with him in the tournament, she's been keeping an eye on his test scores, his new fighting techniques and super moves, everything. Even after they all head home, she observes his habits in their dining hall and lounge. He doesn't come downstairs very often at home, but when he does everyone's a bit less excitable.

It's not that no one likes him, some of us have seen a calmer side of him, but to many of us he still poses as a threat, a mean one at that. It's like he doesn't know how to hold back, he doesn't know how to properly express his feelings. He turns to anger. That's what she thinks it's like anyways.

She's been watching his every move. In order to surpass him, and become an amazing hero, she has to prove herself. And ever since the tournament, she hasn't had time to think about anything else. That's why….

"Bakugo," Uraraka had walked up to his desk before she had a chance to question her decision.

Bakugo's head slowly turned from where it was positioned to look out the window. Up until now, she hadn't seen his face. He sniffed,

"What do you want," his voice was… raspy. What she had been thinking up until he spoke suddenly wasn't as urgent, as important, anymore. All she could think was…

Sick.

"Meet me outside in 5 minutes," She didn't know what came over her. She bowed so deeply everyone started to stare, but she didn't care. She lifted her head and ran out of the classroom, leaving everyone confused. They all stared at the door, then back at Bakugo, who, no one could tell, was very confused too. He was prepared to just blow her off and stay where he was. But…

He stood up suddenly, screeching his chair on the floor, grabbed his bag and marched toward the door. But before he exited, he stopped in the doorframe and glared back at his classmates for good measure. None of them knew what was going on, but it interested them to no end. He looked past a group of them at Midoriya, who was looking out the window, probably at Uraraka. He would've yelled at him if he wasn't so damn tired.

He sighed silently and left the classroom. I just wanna fucking go home…

Uraraka met him outside the school entrance. Afternoon classes were about to start, but here she was, outside and waiting for a boy. Albeit, this boy is the scariest boy she has ever met and doesn't see him in that way, but seeing him just then… it's not like she doesn't care about him. She cares about all of her classmates. But…

"UGH!" She was starting to get so confused!

"So? What do you want then," Bakugo approached her from behind and she spun around. Uraraka blushed, oh my god he saw that?!

" U-uhh… umm.. oh! I-i just…" She started muttering incoherently.

"Get to the point then! I don't have all day you stupi-" He started coughing suddenly and Uraraka remembered what she wanted to say.

"Are…uhh.. Are you okay?" Frankly, she was a bit scared to hear his reply. Her eyes were squinted shut and she began to sweat. As far as she knew, he didn't like being worried about.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was being cautious. Doesn't she understand our classmates can see us? They're gonna think something's going on… And I can't tell this bitch I'm sick or I'll be seen as weak…

When she didn't get a reply, she pried her eyes open and watched the boy standing directly in front of her. He wasn't saying anything, but they stared at each other, face to face. Uraraka took note of his poor posture and the bags under his eyes, as well as the extra lift his chest made when he breathed. Yes, she has grown to be very observant in order to make heads or tails of who this boy really is. She obviously doesn't know him like she does Midoriya, but she could sure as hell try to.

"Let's go home"

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Bakugo knew he wanted to go home, and now he was, but it had nothing to do with anything that girl said. What the hell was her name? O-caco.. Kakaco… Ochako? Yeah, the one who hangs out with Deku and that four eyed nerd…

"Ochako" He said, catching her full attention.

"Eh?!" Uraraka exclaimed as her face turned redder than Kirishima's hair.

"What." He frowned.

She nervously laughed, "Actually, Ochako is my first name… please call me Uraraka."

He realized his mistake and felt his cheeks warm slightly. How was he supposed to know that?!

"Whatever. Why are you coming with me, go the fuck back to school." He growled.

Uraraka looked down as she walked. Why did she come with him? Maybe because she had never seen him so weak? More so, Quiet?

"It doesn't matter." She mumbled.

Bakugou decided not to ask anymore, his throat was starting to feel raw from talking only a minute. They continued to walk the path back to the dormitories, completely quiet.

Once the dorms came into sight, Bakugo halted. Uraraka kept walking until she realized he wasn't beside her anymore, then turned around.

He stood in front of her, "It does fucking matter. Go back to school, I don't need a fucking chauffeur."

Somehow she knew he would try to send her back. But she wasn't leaving until she was satisfied with helping him out.

"No. I'm going to stay with you."

"I don't need your fucking help! Get out of here-!" Bakugo raised his voice but was left choking on his own coughs. He spluttered and keeled over, pressing a hot hand to his stomach, trying to force the coughs to stop. He noticed Uraraka looking at him with what he thought must have been pity.

"What am I? A charity case for you? Will helping me out while i'm sick make you feel like you've saved the day?!" Bakugo panted.

Uraraka didn't say anything. She turned on her heel, walked into the dorms, and slammed the door behind her. She didn't care if he didn't want her there. She didn't care if he didn't want her help. She was going to help him.

She walked into the kitchen and threw on her apron…. Like it or not, you can't stop me.

Stay tuned for chapter 2!