AN: Hello and welcome to my little corner of the Kacchako spectrum!

I'll probably always be a small, unknown fanfic writer but from time to time, I'll crawl out of my cave and be active on Tumblr. All of my Kacchako fics can only be found here on FFN as I don't have an AO3.

This is my first time participating with a fandom ship's week to celebrate all things great about said ship. I hope that my take on each day's prompt are enjoyable and you can find more of my works on my profile! WHOO!

Happy reading~ :D

Kacchako Positivity Week

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Day Zero: First Days

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What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails.
And puppy-dogs' tails.
That's what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice.
And everything nice.
That's what little girls are made of.

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Their starting days were as childish as the ocean's waves gently dispersing right as they crashed into the breakwater.

Their starting days were as innocent as the frosty reflection of kaleidoscope patterns shining through smooth sea glass.

Their starting days were as playful as seagulls squawking to be the loudest one heard.

Their starting days, unbeknownst to them at the time, was the start of a blossoming everlasting love.

A love that was declared as the sky gently kissed the ocean in a hue of sparkling pink and orange.

It's in that unforgettable setting sun that two children squish their toes into soft warm brown sand. Sitting side by side as fits of giggles take over their tiny bodies. Plucking sticking rice from each other's cheeks, they enjoy their homemade onigiris made by the boy's mother as they watch the colors change around them.

A little boy of five years of age, smugly looks up to the darkening skies with ruby red eyes, anxiously anticipating what's to come as he feels hot heat pooling in his inner palms. Ever since his quirk had manifested last year, he's been ever so excited to show it off to everyone that'll give him attention. Loving to hear praises of how amazing and cool he is. He knows this and thrives off the compliments but they don't hold as much of a flame in him as when he sees the smaller girl next to him light up, softly gasping whenever he shows her.

A little girl of four years of age, chubby pink cheeks and glimmering brown topaz eyes, anxiously anticipates what's to come in just a few short minutes. Her fingertips begin to buzz with newfound energy flowing within tiny palms, still uncertain and raw power from her quirk that only just recently manifested. She's shier than the taller boy sitting next to her, always in awe of him but he was just as mesmerized in the same awe with her as she is with him.

He reminds her of a starfish – prickly yet smooth.

She reminds him of a clam – gentle yet strong.

They're currently waiting for the fireworks show to start.

Two children who have known each other for as long as they can remember.

Their parents have been long time friends, going as far back as middle school.

The little boy being a year older can vaguely remember the day he felt his mommy's friend's tummy being introduced to the unborn girl that, at the time, he didn't know would change his life forever.

When she was born, he crinkled his little nose at the ear-piercing screams her tiny strong lungs wailed. He hid behind his mommy's legs, afraid of the baby in front of him despite claiming that he wasn't scared of anything. When the baby stopped crying, he was offered to properly greet the newborn as his mother picked him up to lean over the hospital bed. She smelled nice like fresh baby powder and felt like the softest cloud when her tiny hand reached for his.

Something stirred in the rowdy boy on that day. Vowing that he'd always protect her.

He doesn't know exactly what love is yet, still too little to fully comprehend it but if its anything like what his mommy and daddy feel for him then he thinks he's already felt it for her.

"Kacchan, it's starting!" her eager voice brings him back from deeply staring at the girl to his side.

She isn't looking at him as she tugs on his orange t-shirt, already bouncing in her seat, not caring that sand would get into her pink shorts. At this rate, they'd both have to get up from the towel her mother had given them to sit on and shake all the sand off of it but one look at her and he doesn't have the heart to disturb this wonderous moment.

He ignores the discomfort of grainy sand starting to bug him and instead focuses on her.

She's excitable, bubbly, ever so sweet and he hates to admit he has a soft spot for her.

Girls are supposed to be gross at his still young age.

They're supposed to have cooties and secretly be lizard monsters in disguise.

But he doesn't think so.

He doesn't know exactly what love is yet, still too little to fully comprehend it but if the butterflies swirling inside his tummy are an indicator of how he truly feels about girls, mainly one very special girl in particular, then he doesn't mind being called an alien by his friends.

Maybe he's secretly a lizard monster too.

The first fiery lights pop off in the sky, illuminating the crowded beach as people hooted and hollered. The fireworks go off in an array of designs in the sky, slowly coming apart only to leave puffs of semi-grey smoke disturbing the glistening pink and orange of the still setting sun.

It's during the big finale of fifteen minutes of a light show when the last bit of fireworks crazily go off that he turns his head to gaze at the girl next to him. She's lost, miles away in her own little world, lightly gasping with agape lips that she isn't paying attention to the little boy who's falling in love for the very first time right by her side.

It's during the big finale, knowing that at any second everyone will loudly clap and comment on how perfect their end of the summer was. His parents would soon enough get ready to pack up for the long trip back home and he doesn't know when he'd get to see her again.

It's during the big finale that his heart starts to thunder, licking his salty lips from the ocean's mist and his own onigiri, he braces himself – not wanting this to be their goodbye. Not knowing when he'd get to see her again due to their distance. He's a city boy and she lives in the countryside hours away.

"Ochako" he speaks up knowing that his voice gets lost in the deafening sounds of the people, their own parents, and the fireworks surrounding them.

She doesn't hear him as her face glows with the reflection of pink and orange, never seeing what's to come. It's only when moisture touches the soft skin of her right chubby cheek that she quickly turns her head, connecting her lips directly right with his.

Her eyes are blown wide, not knowing how to react as his own desperately screw tightly shut, a deep rosy blush coloring his cheeks.

In the background, their parents coo and awe.

In the future, they'd retell the tale of their first starting days.

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Done! To be continued.

I'm making each day's prompts interconnect with one another, rather than having one plot per prompt.

So please do come back every day for the remainder of the week to see how this full collection unfolds!

See ya tomorrow!

I don't own Ochako Uraraka or Katsuki Bakugou and all other characters mentioned or those that will be used in this fic – Boku No Hero Academia is owned by Kohei Horikoshi. Nor do I own the poem I used in the very beginning. (The rights to that one gets all wonky so idk who to properly credit)

I just own the idea/plot/story/whatever you want to call it~ lol :P

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