BAKURAKA

She was so fucking tired. Ururaka stood in her biggest heels, wearing her smallest dress, all to help Mina on a fucking double date. Although, her tiredness didn't matter much since Mina was her best friend. It's just the man she was meant to be nice to…

She could be nice to a lot of people, but this one fucking man…

He was late to boot.

Mina laughed from over at their table, conversation flowing nicely with the red-haired, hard-skinned man. Uraraka took a long swig of her whiskey sour, swallowed her fatigue, then turned to walk towards the waiting table with a grin that would be the usual Uraraka cheerful.

"Hot DAMN MAMA" Mina whistled, drawing the attention of most patrons in the bar, if they weren't already on her. Uraraka smiled genuinely, a blush warming her cheeks while she did a few topmodel poses to show off her physique. Mina laughed loudly, not even a few drinks in before she stood up and did Naomi Campbell proud with the face she was serving.

Kirishima looked between both of them, a heaven-like expression on his face as two of the most well-known female heroes strutted their stuff in front of him. Where Mina had face, Uraraka had body- the lines of her body were all deeps slopes and steel encased in velvet. Gone were the high school days of her hating her body. And it wasn't even about her working out to cement those curves, it was just about being grateful. Her body gave her so much, so what wasn't there to love?

In slightly higher spirits she sat down, slinging one leg over the other as she took the drink she had ordered before. "

"It's been a long fucking time Uraraka!" Kirishima said, that usual wide grin on his handsome face. She hugged him and then sat back, gesturing to him with raised brows.

"You've changed a shit load you big brute!"

He laughed and made a coy glance to Mina, something softening in his face as he regarded her.

"Nah, I just needed to make a good second-time impression for our alien gal here." And an impression he had made, judging by the heated look in Mina's eyes. Mina swished her now-long pink hair over a shoulder, the slit on her dress riding up as she crossed her legs. The alien girl held her drink up, a smile on her face.

"To old friends…and new beginnings."

Uraraka barely hid her smirk as the two tried to eye eachother subtly, sexual tension practically crackling between them. Uraraka decided to give them a reprieve, spouting some bullshit about needing to get another drink even though the one in her hand was still half full. She rolled her eyes when they didn't even notice.

Uraraka walked back to the bar and flopped into one of the stools, spinning around to greet the cute bartender. His hair was floppy and boy-next-doorish, reminding her of a certain successor to allmight that was now her closest friend.

"What can I get you Uravity?"

She grinned at the hero name and thought for a moment.

"Fireball please. Make that 3."

He nodded, when suddenly the air crackled. Uraraka sighed and wished her fireballs were already ready because she was going to need more alcohol to last the rest of the night with this asshole.

Ground Zero walked in behind her, which she could tell by the chorus of women collectively dropping their panties and to their knees. It wasn't for nothing, since the man had only grown hotter than magma throughout the years of their hero careers. All firepit eyes, golden hair and an ego bigger than gravity itself.

And she knew when he set his sights on her because a certain kind of burning found its way between her shoulderblades.

The bartender in front of her visibly paled. Even though Bakugou was one of the big three- I.E, midoriya, Todoroki and co, he was still the scariest one to deal with. Heck, he seemed more like a villain than a hero.

"Ochako fucking Uraraka."

Oh fuck. Off.

She put that same smile on her face and spun in her stool to see the man who had once been the pitter patter in her heart. Now he was just an asshole who antagonised her every rescue, seeming to jump in an 'help' whenever she didn't need it.

"Bakugo. It hasn't been long enough."

The sweetness of her voice belied her actual words and the bartender behind her let off something that seemed like a snicker/gasp. Bakugo grinned his sharp-toothed smile, his crimson eyes almost glowing in the low-light. He knew he pissed her off. He loved it. He dropped gracefully onto the stool next to her, picking up one of her fireballs and chucking it back with a lick of his tongue over his lips that had her almost snarling.

Arrogant fuckwit.

"You know you miss me baby." He then gestured to himself, that glorious body of his clothed in the finest all-black he could find. Combat boots, cargo pants, unbuttoned shirt. She hated that the man was so damn fine. "how could you not miss your favourite boy-toy pro-hero?"

Uraraka rolled her eyes then quickly shotted the other two fireballs, ignoring his eyes on her.

She stood, raising a brow as Bakugo threw some cash onto the bar, then walked back to the couple who were so, so close to making out it was honestly making her sick. Aloneness kicked her in the gut, but so did happiness at seeing her best friend bloom under Kirishima's gaze. Uraraka placed her hand on Mina's shoulder, gently drawing the girl out of her heart-eyes.

"I'm going to head home. I'm on training duty for the interns tomorrow and am going to need more food in me before I deal with that fucking lot."

Mina laughed and patted her friend's shoulder,

"Get on out then Chako. Thanks for coming tonight!"

There was a low growl behind her, and she belatedly realised Bakugo was still there. And that man had a problem with being ignored. Uraraka turned away and sighed, walking out into the night where she knew Bakugo would follow. Like he always did.

"You're fucking going home now? I just fucking got here"

There was always a scene with this asshole.

But she also knew he only came because she was there. Bakugo was the biggest douche in the world, but he was extremely private and rarely was seen out with anyone but the big 3.

Uraraka smiled in remembrance. He was always where she was. She still rolled her eyes at his drama.

"I know you just got here. But I'm tired of being out here so I'm going home to make more fucking food since they never give me enough!" She pulled her keys out and leaned on the door to her Porsche. Bakugo stood still, the temperature rising as his anger rose.

She chuckled and shrugged a shoulder.

"But since you decided to come out just for me, why don't you grace my house with your presence and eat whatever I decide to cook?"

The air instantly cooled to a more manageable heat, those little popping sounds almost instantly stopping. A slow smile ran the length of his face and Uraraka's heart beat just a little bit faster. The man had a dangerous smile.

"Just the invitation I've been fucking waiting for sweetcheeks. Took you fucking long enough." His voice was pure satisfaction and Uraraka didn't know what to do with that. With a man who had been very very forward in the past few months. He jerked his head to her car.

"I'll follow you. Now get that beautiful ass in your fucking car seat so I can eat."

Uraraka laughed, the sound light and playful. She really did have a good ass, but it was nice to know the infallible Bakugo thought so too.

She jumped in her car and drove quickly to her house, unlocking the gates for both of them and driving through to her 4 bedroom, one storey home. Ever since she had worked enough to support her parents and herself, she let herself splurge on one big-ass house. Complete with an inside hot tub and sauna room so she could really let herself relax. And to be fucking honest, with the amount of lives she saved on the daily and the amount of time she nearly died, she really fucking deserved it.

The house lit up as she turned the lights on, her darkwood floors shining under the yellow lighting. She kicked her heels off and heard Bakugo walk in behind her, his heavy boots quickly being shucked off too.

"So where's my food at woman?" He bit, walking into her lounge and throwing himself comfortably on her larger-than-life couch. Uraraka walked into her room and quickly got changed into a cropped tank top and some low-hanging sweatpants before walking into the kitchen and replying.

"Shut up you ugly-lug, I'm cooking right now."

He snorted before rolling over to watch her, and she immediately felt the temperature rise a little bit. Was he mad? Was he actually offended at her calling him ugly?

She stopped cutting chillis and raised her brows at him, feeling his stare soak into her body and heighten the tension that was there between them. He unabashedly ran his gaze up and down her body, a feral light igniting in his eyes.

"You normally wear this shit around your house?"

Uraraka narrowed her eyes and continued chopping vegetables, throwing it into the wok.

"Yeah. Why?"

He sat up in one smooth movement that showed her just how real his abs were. God she wished she could touch them.

"You need to invite me over more."

The predator in his voice rushed through her and she fought the urge to lick her lips. This was too dangerous territory for them to be broaching. Although, she had invited him to her house. And she did feel a comfort with him that she didn't feel with really anyone but Deku.

Hell, she even told him to fuck off most times she saw him.

She went back to cooking and ignored him as he got up and circled her, his rough breath near her as she deftly whipped up a yellow curry filled with all that spicy shit she knew he loved and lived on. Even his tastebuds were hardcore.

She nudged him out of the way, pushing him and the feel of his body out of her mind, plating the curry for both of them before walking to the couch and turning the tv on.

He dropped next to her then pulled her feet onto his lap, leaning back and slurping up his curry in a way that had her blushing. Just what could he do with his mouth if that was the sounds he made eating?

She shook her head and ate, the heat killing the back of her throat. But she was a sucker for some spice, especially after Bakugo had told her of his favourite restaurant that had some things even she would like.

"So. Sweetcheeks."

Uraraka looked away from the TV and at his face, her heart jumping at the intensity in his red gaze.

"Hello?"

He snorted and leaned closer, taking her empty bowl out of her hands and crawling over her like they were both in some sort of army obstacle course. His breath fanned her face and she was afraid he could hear the beat of her heart, a delicious warmth running through her body as he held himself barely above her.

"You ever gonna give an asshole like me a fucking chance with you?"

The world stopped.

She stared at his gorgeous face, noting the harsh lines of his brows, the slight vulnerability that always turned into rage. It didn't look like he had let out a breath since he had spoken. Uraraka raised a hand to the side of his face, smiling when he leaned into it like some big, angry tiger.

Her big angry tiger.

"It's about time you asked me you fucking douchebag."

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down, immediately nearly purring at the hard planes of his body surrounding her. He barked out a laugh that made her smile larger before roughly pulling her head to his in a kiss full of explosions that had her toes curling underneath him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth forcefully, lapping up her mouth like a man that had never had water. She moaned into him, fireworks in her mouth and room as the beast man let his quirk run wild, pure satisfaction and explosive enjoyment as he leaned back to look at her.

"I'll spend the rest of the night making up for making you wait, sweetcheeks. You'll never fucking get rid of me now."

And then he proceeded to make good on his promise, giving her every reason to forgive her for the time he took.

Her big, angry tiger.