A life outside this box we live in

Chapter 3: The deal

'First day of university,' Ochako breathed, trying to calm her nerves. Gripping her bag tightly against her side, Ochako looked up at the open gates of U.A. University. Many people were coming in and out, most of them talking with the ones at their side. It was hard to tell who students were and who were not because everyone was wearing a suit for the entrance ceremony, herself included.

If only she could ignore the stares and whispers being directed towards the man coming out of the car behind her, it would have been a thousand times better.

"Is that-?"

"Eek, Bakugou Katsuki!"

"He's so much hotter in person…" Whispers were heard from a group of girls who were nearby. Ochako snorted inwardly, feeling pity emerge in her heart.

'If only ya knew what kind of person he was,' she thought glumly. 'Then ya sure wouldn't think so.'

"Oi," Bakugou snapped to the driver in the sleek, black car. "Pick her up, but don't wait for me. Hag's orders."

The man in the sunglasses nodded before rolling up the window, driving off. She glanced to the side, seeing him trudge pass her, ignoring her once again. Ochako sighed, shaking her head before walking after him, entering the campus.

She had originally planned to go to the university by taking public transportation, but Mitsuki had insisted that she go with her son in the car. She had refused, really, she tried, but the woman was too insistent that Ochako had no choice but to give in.

Said son had clicked his tongue when he saw her enter the car after him, but he kept quiet, crossing his arms and looking out the window. She had already seen him dressed well plenty of times, but he did look good in a suit, Ochako reluctantly admitted. The clothing fitted his body right, his eyes matching with the redness of his dress shirt. The top two buttons were unbuttoned and absent of a tie. He seemed to hate them, seeing as how Ochako never saw him in one ever since she met him. Maybe she should buy a box off the internet and decorate his room with them sometime, Ochako thought to herself.

There they were, the most mismatched couple in the entire world, participating in a university entrance ceremony together. This was another one of Mitsuki's demands, if they didn't see through it, she would know and punish them accordingly. Ochako didn't question how the woman would find out. She also really didn't want to know what their 'punishment' would be if it was already this bad.

The speech made by the man on the stage was boring, if Ochako were to be blunt. She was getting sleepy just listening to his voice droning on and on, so she looked around to see if anyone else were dozing off as well. There was a pink skinned girl a little sideways from her practically falling over, but the red-haired boy next to her had his hand on her shoulder, to make sure that she didn't hurt herself. There was a blonde boy with a black electric bolt in his hair yawning widely, and she had caught his eye by accident. He blinked before winking at her cheekily, but she could only stare in surprise, unused to having a boy do that to her. The raven-haired male next to him whacked him on the head lightly, sending her a small apology with a sheepish smile. She felt a small giggle well up, so she covered her mouth. Bakugou next to her made no movement, but Ochako was unable to catch his expression.

The speech was finally over. Ochako let out a relieved sigh, stretching her limbs upwards as students readily moved out of the auditorium. She got her bag, ready to do so as well, before a friendly voice caught her attention.

"Bakugou! It's great to see you, how've you been bro?" The red-head she had spotted earlier had walked up to them, slinging an arm around the grouchy blonde. Ochako's eyebrow twitched, considering whether she should warn the happy looking guy about Bakugou's personality, before the male answered back.

"Shitty. Kirishima, where the hell are the others? Aren't you always crowding together like a bunch of weaklings?"

Ochako paused.

The boy named Kirishima laughed. "Don't worry about them! Ashido just went to the bathroom, and I think I saw Kaminari and Sero over there. I'm doing great by the way, thanks for asking!" His bright red eyes finally seem to find her, surprise entering them once he did so.

"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there! Are you with this dude? I'm Kirishima Eijiro by the way!" He chirped happily, his spiky teeth showing as he grinned. Ochako blinked, taken aback at how friendly he was and how the blonde had reacted to him. Bakugou's voice was gruff, but it had no hostility in it, despite the harsh words he was saying. It was almost as if he had emotions other than irritation and anger.

"The roundface is on my side, Kirishima," Bakugou had answered for her. Unaware of the surprised but knowing look that entered Kirishima's eyes, Ochako snapped her head towards him, opening her mouth to retort.

"My name is not roundface. It's Uraraka Ochako," she huffed, narrowing her eyes. The blonde merely scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he shook off Kirishima's arm, stalking off in another direction. Ochako frowned, her irritation towards him boiling up once more.

"Ah, don't worry about him," the red head smiled sheepishly. "He's got an attitude for sure, but he's not a total bad guy. I mean, I did befriend him after all!"

Ochako turned to look at him. He was average in height, but his flashy red hair spiked up marvelously, giving him an impression of being taller than he really was. His eyes were a bright but kind red, his teeth sharp as a shark's, and Ochako could immediately tell he was a genuinely good person. A smile pulled at her lips.

"I don't know, he did call me some pretty degrading things off the bat," she said, quirking an eyebrow. "But he doesn't seem so…uh, hostile towards you, I guess."

Kirishima winced, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry about him. He's like a stray cat, it takes a while before he gets used to people. But you seem like a really nice person, so I doubt he'll act like a sourpuss for too long."

He checked his watch, looking slightly alarmed. "Ah, well I gotta go! The gang's probably together already, I'm gonna get teased by Kaminari for being the latest again," he sent her another bright grin. "Well, see you later, Uraraka! I hope Bakugou warms up to you soon!"

She waved back as Kirishima took off, getting swallowed in the ocean of black. Ochako sighed, pushing her hair behind her ear, ready to start walking back home. Before she could take another step however, she felt someone push her, making her trip over her high heels.

'Shit! My ankle!' Ochako thought, her heart skipping a beat. She pressed her fingers together, opening her mouth. "Zero-"

A hand came up to support her waist, stopping her fall. "…Hey. Look out."

She looked up and sucked in a breath.

The man in front of her was staring at her, his left eye a bright blue while his right black. His red and white hair split equally in the middle, his facial features delicate and handsome, but a horrible scar marred the left side of his face. Ochako felt her heart stutter as she realized who this person was. Hell, anyone who was even involved a tiny smidge in the yakuza knew who he was. Or, rather where he belonged to.

Red hair, blue eye. White hair, black eye.

A Todoroki. Most likely, the next leader-to-be, the current head's son, Todoroki Shouto.

Ochako felt her tongue was struck, she was unable to speak. He blinked, peering in, looking at her. "Hey. Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"

His blank and blunt tone finally knocked her out of her stupor. She shook her head rapidly, chuckling warily. "No, I'm fine. Sorry, thank you for helping me."

She pushed herself off him, sending him a grateful smile. Todoroki or not, he was the one who caught her before she hit the ground. Not like she couldn't save herself, but his kindness was appreciated, and she wanted him to know that.

Just because Momo-chan's mother doesn't like the Todoroki, it doesn't mean that I should have to either, she reasoned with herself. Todoroki Shouto may be a completely different person from his image too. You never know.

He nodded awkwardly, looking away. "Yeah. Be careful."

She smiled, about to thank him again, before a very familiar voice broke through their silence despite the noise around them. "Todoroki-kun! I'm sorry, the bathroom was full of people and- Ochako-chan?!"

She flipped around. "Deku-kun?!"

It was indeed, Midoriya Izuku. His hair was slightly tamer compared to normal, but it was still messy and fluffy as ever. His wide eyes shined with happiness when he saw her, his smile brightening. "Ochako-chan! It's really you! I'm so glad to have met you today! Oh, you look good by the way!"

Ochako laughed. "Thank you, Deku-kun! You look pretty good yourself!"

Todoroki seemed surprised, looking between both of them. "You know each other?"

"Oh yeah, Todoroki-kun!" Izuku perked up, gesturing towards Ochako. "This is my childhood friend, Uraraka Ochako! Ochako-chan, this is Todoroki Shouto, I befriended him in junior high. We also went to the same high school, so he's kind of like an old friend too, haha."

In that moment, Ochako saw the taller male's eyes narrow at her. Ochako tilted her head, smiling sheepishly as she realized why he had reacted that way. She gently pointed towards a couple of trees, offering them to talk with her in a much quieter place. Realization entered Izuku's eyes once she did so, and Todoroki, although still looking suspicious, followed her as she waked.

They settled down on a bench, finally having space to breathe. Izuku went to sit between Ochako and Todoroki, but the tall male had moved, sitting beside Ochako so that Izuku had no choice but to sit beside him only. Ochako blinked, before a small giggle escaped her mouth at the protective look she saw in Todoroki's eyes.

"Don't worry Todoroki-kun, Deku-kun really is my friend. I'm not going to harm him," she smiled. "I guess you already know who I am, huh?"

"…Uraraka Seiji's granddaughter," Todoroki muttered. "My shitty da- the boss doesn't like him very much because he says he's too goofy. I kind of imaged you the same, goofy and harmless on the outside, but wielding a poisoned knife in your heart."

"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku protested from behind him, but his voice was shaking with laughter.

Ochako pouted. "Don't compare my grampa with me! I'm nothing like him!"

He observed her coolly, his eyes looking at her from head to toe. "…Your face shape is the same. Are all Uraraka's round?"

Her jaw dropped open. Izuku was dying, she could hear him wheezing. "Oh, so you want to play that game? Well I thought you were a cold-hearted baddie when I first heard of you, but you're friends with the softest boy on earth!"

Izuku spluttered, laughter dying down. "Ochako-chan!"

Todoroki blinked, before a small smirk appeared on his face. "Touché."

Ochako frowned for a few seconds more but holding back her bubbling giggles was impossible. Todoroki's smirk gradually turned into a softer smile, and Izuku started laughing again. It was such a peaceful scene, no one would have ever thought that they all had yakuza blood running through their veins.

Ochako's laughter died down slightly though, once she noticed people stealing glances at them and whispering. She first wondered if it was because they were being too loud, but it became clearer that that wasn't the case when her ears managed to pick up words like 'Todoroki' and 'who is that girl?'

Todoroki seemed to notice this too, when his smile faded away into his monotone look. Izuku started to look a little uncomfortable but shook his head and mustered a smile. He stood up from the bench, offering a hand to Ochako.

"Come on, let's get out of here. I think we should start getting back."

Ochako hesitated, her eyes averting from Izuku's. To be honest, she really didn't want to return, but Bakugou had ordered the driver to wait for her, so she couldn't just run off and leave the poor man behind. She sighed and took his hand, pulling herself up while Todoroki did the same.

She brushed off her skirt, shooting the two males a small smile. "Thank you for saving me, Todoroki-kun. Deku-kun, stay safe, okay? See you two next time?"

Todoroki looked surprised, as if he wasn't used to people wanting to see him again. Izuku merely nodded happily, light shining in his eyes. "Of course! Right, Todoroki-kun?"

Todoroki blinked, his duo colored eyes gazing at Ochako for a brief moment, before a ghost of a smile made its appearance. "Who knows. Maybe."

Izuku rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and Ochako laughed before bidding the two goodbye, heading off to where the pickup point was.

She ignored the gazes following her, and small mutters of 'Todoroki' and 'Bakugou' as she got into the black car.

XXX

On that night, as Ochako was going to sleep, she saw lights coming from the front gates. Thinking that something had happened, she had gotten up from her futon, hair messy and in her sleepwear, and slid the shoji door open to peak outside.

What she saw made every hair in her body stand up.

Bakugou was standing in front of the entrance, in the same suit he had worn to the entrance ceremony, drenched in blood. He had gloves on, black stained with the red liquid, and he had taken off his jacket to reveal his equally stained vest and shirt. His sleeves were rolled up until his elbows, and a small peak of a tattoo was visible on his right arm, although it was impossible to tell what kind of pattern it was. He didn't seem hurt, but there was a cold look in his eyes as he ripped the gloves off his hands, as if he had no remorse for what he had probably did. He was surrounded by men, most likely the underlings of the Bakugou Group, and it seemed as if he was talking to them, but they were too far away for Ochako to hear.

She leaned forward, squinting her eyes to get a better view of what they were doing. In an instant, his bloody eyes swiftly moved to exactly where she was standing. She let out a strained gasp before closing the shoji, her hands trembling as she hid behind it.

His eyes were always cold. They were always merciless, always an ashy red, but this time, those eyes looked like they belonged to a completely different person. Those were a killer's eyes. Eyes of a man bred to be yakuza.

She was yakuza, but he lived in a completely different world from her. He thrived in it, he actively participated in it while she only learned how to defend herself if she was ever attacked. He was an heir, and she was just born with the blood of an Uraraka.

He was different. Ochako slid to the ground, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.

For the first time since she met him, she had thought that he was scary.

And she hated it.

XXX

Collage was a box full of the unknown. Her first few days at U.A weren't bad, she attended lessons normally, she ate lunch normally, she did her work normally. She managed to make small talk with the people sitting beside her during lessons, but she never really made any friends.

Maybe it was because she always arrived at school with Bakugou Katsuki. It was a complete coincidence, most of her days with her starting period was the same as his. They were in different departments, but because of their somewhat similar time schedule, Mitsuki had forced them to go to campus together. Sometimes they took the car, sometimes they took public transport. Whatever it was, she was most likely passing the gates trailing behind a grumpy blonde, and that might have grabbed the attention of people.

It was understandable. When she had managed to meet up with Todoroki and Izuku for lunch, Todoroki had mentioned that most people knew of him and Bakugou being yakuza. It was a fact they didn't bother to hide since junior high, and since U.A was an escalator school, the crowd around them mostly stayed the same. Izuku had told her that her situation was the same as his when he had started to hang around Todoroki, and that the whispering would die down once time passed. Ochako was curious as to how the two of them met but decided that that would be a story for next time.

However, the whispers and glancing didn't stop. She could even feel glares at her back, and she was feeling bothered by it every passing day.

It wasn't as if she never experienced the same thing in Osaka. When people found out that she was the granddaughter of a yakuza leader, people whispered and gave her some fleeting glances. The difference was that when she turned around to look at them, they would stop and retreat, getting out of her line of sight.

But in Tokyo?

It seemed like they weren't even trying to hide it. They were openly doing it, in voices quiet enough to not let her hear, but loud enough that it turned into irritating buzzing in her ear.

So, wanting to finally get what the whispers were about, she sat down on a random bench. She closed her eyes and leaned on a nearby tree, pretending to be drifting off to sleep as she honed her senses, trying to pick up for any signs of people talking about her.

"…Isn't that her?"

"Yeah, I've seen her a couple of times. She had lunch with Todoroki-kun and that Midoriya the other day, right?"

"What a slut. She's already hanging all over Bakugou-kun, now she's aiming for Todoroki-kun too? I can't believe her."

…Were these people being serious right now?

They were yakuza men. Probably as dangerous and merciless as a shark, and people actually found them attractive? Well, she could understand Todoroki, he wasn't as big of a jerk as Bakugou was, but the blonde?

When she opened her eyes, the irritation in her chest only seemed to increase, but it soon faded away to a sense of tiredness.

…I wonder how Osaka is right now.

XXX

The sun was setting when Ochako finally finished all her lessons. She felt drained and tired, she wanted nothing more than to go home and plop into her futon. She checked the time on her phone and sighed, deciding to take public transportation back home.

She adjusted the strap on her bag, but a few steps later, she started to hear the same annoying buzzing in her ears. A hand tapped her shoulder. Surprised, she swiveled around to see a couple of girls behind her.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she asked. "Do you need something?"

One black haired girl opened her mouth. "You're the girl that hangs around Todoroki-kun and Bakugou-kun right?"

She blinked, confused. "…I don't 'hang around' with Bakugou-kun out of choice, if you needed to know."

A blonde scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Don't play dumb with us. We've been with them ever since junior high, a newcomer like you can't fool us. You're trying to get with them, aren't you?"

Her eyebrow twitched. "I'm sorry, but I really need to get going. Goodbye."

"Back to where Bakugou-kun is, I bet!" A purple haired girl scowled. "You're always with him when you arrive! Don't underestimate our information network, slut!"

How bored could you be to result to stalkin' me? Ochako let out a heavy sigh. "Look, I'm tired after a long day, okay? Could you leave me alone?"

The three girls exchanged glances before letting out various disgusted noises. They eventually left after Ochako refused to respond to their jeers, but the whispering and glancing from the others around her was still very much there.

I knew that U.A was an escalator school, but how famous could two people be for this many people to know who they were?

Being yakuza was a huge pain, Ochako repeatedly thought, doing her best to ignore everyone around her as she walked through the gates.

It was funny how one interaction with a couple of busybodies could drain her of almost all her remaining energy. She dully walked towards the train station, not even minding the bodies of people pressed up against her as she rode the train home. When she got off at her destination, she continued to walk, leaving the station to walk pass various buildings and slightly dimming street lights.

Her feet stopped when she passed by a park. The Bakugou mansion was only three minutes away from her current position, but when her mind flashed back to the blonde, she suddenly didn't feel like hurrying back home anymore. She moved towards the park, sitting down on a deserted bench, pressing her hands to her forehead.

"…I want to go back to Osaka," she muttered. In an instant, she snapped out of her stupor, pressing her hands to her cheeks instead.

No, no, no! You're not supposed to be this weak! She thought furiously to herself. This marriage between us is important for the East and West! Ya can't just run home without fulfilling it, you'd be betraying the entire family if you did!

The blonde's harsh words entered her brain. The whispers and glares, the blatant show of not belonging, the obvious outsider treatment. It was all so… tiring. Why was it so troublesome just to live in Tokyo?

Ochako's hand crept towards her phone, dialing a certain number. She listened to the small lull before hearing the person on the other side picking up.

"Hey, Ochako, my little mochi! How's Tokyo treating ya?"

"Hi, grampa," Ochako tried for a smile. For a second, she considered telling him the truth, but something in her heart stopped her from doing so. "I'm…doing fine. It's not that bad."

"…That bad, huh?"

She winced. It seemed like her lying abilities were as nonexistent as ever. "Grampa, it's really okay. I just…need more time to adjust. Tokyo is a whole lot different from Osaka, ya know?"

A sigh was heard. "I know, I know. Nothing but weirdos over there, eh? Those freaks only know how to use one damn dressing for salad, and they don't even use sauce for tempura. Tokyo's a real weird place, I tell ya."

To be honest, that was a horrifyingly surprising fact for Ochako too, but she wasn't going to bring it up now. "Yeah, grampa. M'sorry, I think I just miss home a little," she chuckled.

There was a slight pause. "Ochako."

She lifted her head, looking at the starless sky. "…Yeah?"

"Do ya wanna come home?"

She paused.

"…Well, ya don't need to answer that," Seiji's voice was quiet. "…Hey, my little mochi? What do you think about striking a deal with ya old grampa, hm?"

Ochako blinked. "…A deal?"

Her grandfather hummed. "A year. Stay in Tokyo for at least a year. From what I heard, Ryou ain't letting that prick officially into the group till' he becomes twenty. That means ya have a year to stick it to him good before he starts getting real busy, Ochako."

"Grampa, I don't-"

"Ochako, what do ya think is the key to a man's heart?"

"…How should I know?"

"For a woman? It's pretty simple, my little mochi," she heard a deep chuckle from her grandfather, causing her skin to prickle lightly. "Make him fall in love with ya, then dump his ungrateful ass and come back to Osaka without an explanation."

Ochako gulped, feeling a small rumble in her chest, something diabolical, something promising, something dark. "…Say what?"

A lighter laugh escaped her grandfather's mouth. "Haha, women used to dump me all the time, ya know? Ahh, the worst was when them three girls found out I was cheating on them, and they banded together to dump me into a river! I thought I would drown for real, wahaha!"

Ochako felt a sweatdrop fall down her forehead. "…But, what about the East and West?"

Another deep chuckle. "Well, ya don't 'ave to worry 'bout that. If I got an extra year, I can work somethin' out with the Yaoyorozu's. Don't underestimate your grampa's persuasion skills. And if you inherited something other than my amazing good looks, 's my mouth. You always managed to get away with the lightest of punishments as a kid. If you can get away from Gunhead's lecturing, you can definitely seduce a prickly brat or two. So, how 'bout it, my cute granddaughter?"

There was no need for hesitation.

That night, Ochako made another call.

"Hey, do you think you can arrange a few things for me?"

XXX

Two weeks. It had been two weeks ever since he saw that brown-haired annoyance. His mother refused to tell him anything, as did his grandfather. That irritating old man only sent him a curl of a smirk before ignoring him completely, and that annoying hag had sent him a horribly smug look before avoiding his glares. His father was of no use, he only smiled and avoided every questioning look that Katsuki had to throw at him.

He didn't give a damn about her, but when you were living with a person until they suddenly disappeared, it wouldn't be strange for the warning bells in his head to start ringing.

If she finally took his hurtful attitude and words to heart and went back to Osaka, the merrier for him. But in that case, it would be weird if he didn't get any complains from her Group. No phone calls, no angry shouting, nothing.

His family was acting as weird as hell, and it wasn't only them who were getting on his nerves.

"Maybe she ran away?" The chargebolt casually said as he munched on his sandwich.

"I bet she got fed up with him and just bolted," the alien laughed, poking Katsuki in the stomach. "I mean, look at him! Did you really think he could keep a girl?"

Katsuki regretted the day he told Kirishima of his situation, because obviously the red head had to tell his annoying 'we're just friends' pinky, and even a blind person would know that the alien couldn't keep her mouth shut. And this topic had to come up during a relatively warm day when the entirety of them decided to eat outside, surrounded by busybodies glancing at them and some gushing, some whispering, the whole lot of them being irritating.

Brilliant. Just, fantastic.

"Kirishima, if another group ever comes for your stupid ass, I'm gonna leave you there to die," Katsuki angrily muttered to said person sitting next to him. Kirishima just sheepishly laughed, sipping his drink.

"Sorry, bro. To be honest though, you shouldn't think that you can keep secrets from us for too long. You know Ashido's gonna find out one way or another."

"You bet I will!" Ashido pumped her fist in the air. "Besides, how could you think of keeping something as juicy as this from me? At least I was the first one to find out about Jirou and Kaminari, but still, that was like a year ago! Am I losing my edge?"

"Hey!" Kaminari shouted, his eyes getting teary. "No need to rub salt into my wounds, Ashido! I'm working on that!"

The pink haired girl scoffed. "Yeah right. All you do is eat potato chips and drink coke while binging cheesy rom-coms, Kaminari. I would know because I'm the one sitting next to you!"

The blonde stood up indignantly. "You told me that mourning was okay in the breakup stages!"

"For the first few months maybe! Not for ten!"

Katsuki snorted, shoving an onigiri into his mouth. "Idiot."

"Man, don't say it too much," Kirishima crunched on the ice in his drink. "It'll just make Kaminari feel worse."

The dolt slid back into his seat, putting his cheek on the table. "I wanna kill my past self…"

Sero patted him on the back in sympathy. "Dude, you getting Jirou back has a higher percentage of someone falling in love with Bakugou, at least."

The gloom around the blonde only seemed to increase. "That's basically close to zero…"

"Shut the hell up!" Katsuki growled. "I can keep a woman! I just don't find the damn need to!"

"Well…" Kirishima trailed off in mid-sentence, his red eyes widening. "Hey, Bakugou, isn't that…?"

Katsuki let out a questioning grunt and his eyes followed the direction that Kirishima was pointing to. When he saw what, or rather, who the redhead was pointing at, they widened in response, recognizing the figure approaching them.

She stopped in front of him, her face round as ever, her cheeks still a faint pink. But there was something else, something that made Katsuki's chest squeeze.

Her eyes. There was hauntingly familiar look in her eyes. She smiled, a smile so innocent, so normal.

"Good afternoon, Bakugou-kun and friends," she started lightly, not minding the curious looks of his extras around the table. She turned to him, focusing her piercingly sharp gaze on him. "You gave me a bit of a hard time finding you. I'm lucky that rumors follow you everywhere though, at least I didn't hafta spend my entire lunch break lookin' fer you."

Her speech. Katsuki paused, hearing the Kansai accent that wasn't there before.

"When I came here, I tried to extend a hand. I wanted to make this relationship between us less strained, less irritating. But you refused and pushed me away. So, I decided to do what you suggested."

She pulled out a plastic bag out of the one she was carrying around, setting it in front of him. She then placed her hands on her hips.

"I sold my body. A kidney for 4 million yen."

She said that carelessly, as if it were no big deal. As if she did the most common thing to ever exist.

In his life, Katsuki could count the number of people who had managed to shut him up. His grandfather was one of the rare people. But never would he have ever thought, that this girl, this innocent, baby-faced girl would ever be one of those people.

…Innocent? Where?

She let out a small sigh, crossing her arms. "You know, 4 million for a kidney is actually pretty high. It took me two weeks to go through everything, but I got out relatively fine. So…"

A hand slammed down the space in front of him, sending shivers up his spine. In an instant, narrowed brown eyes were glaring at him from a close distance, her nose brushing against his. Her hair tickled his cheek as she moved her head, her lips faintly, slowly reaching towards his ear. Her breath gently touched his earlobe, her voice crystal clear with a faint growl.

"This is my determination. I'm not gonna sit back and take your insults anymore. Try and get rid of me now, if you can."

…Fuck.

She straightened up, ignoring the gaping mouths and stares being directed at her, before turning around to glare at the people whispering and watching on. "And you gutless people better listen up too! No matter how I live, there's no way I'm going to die a decent death. So I'm gonna say this straight. Even if I have to choke and crawl on my own blood,"

Her voice was sharp, growling, pointed.

Katsuki felt his body stand on edge.

Yakuza.

"I'm gonna drag you all down to hell with me if you ever mess with me again. Deal?" Uraraka Ochako finished.

A chill settled over the area. The whispers died down. The crowd that was just arriving started to thin, started to flee. The loud buzzing in Katsuki's ear was disappearing, was getting clearer and clearer the longer he stared at her.

"So," she turned back to him, looking down on them. Her eyes were cold, strange, unfamiliar. "That's all I have to say for now. Bye."

Katsuki's hand shot out.

His hand gripped her wrist, tightening around it. Uraraka paused, tilting her head sideways to look at him from the corner of her eye.

Katsuki finally found his voice. It was raspy, low, almost shaking. "…Where the fuck were you hiding all of that?"

She blinked, the coldness in her eyes fading a little. The edges of her lips tilted up, a different glint entering her eyes, something slyer, something darker. "I've always had it with me. You just never bothered to know."

She put her hand over his (he did not think that her hand was pretty small for someone like her) and pulled away, finally taking her leave.

The table was quiet. The extras were quiet, a very, very rare sight, but Katsuki couldn't find it in him to enjoy it. The people who were still around them were quiet as well, everyone looking away from them.

The silence was finally broken when Kaminari let out a small whimper. "That's…Bakugou's fiancée?"

"…Yeah," Sero replied, a little breathless as well. "Seems like it."

"Dude," Kirishima slumped onto the table, his eyes still blinking in disbelief, his tone impressed. "I didn't know Uraraka had a side like that. Guess she's really one of you guys, huh?"

"…Damn," Ashido let out an impressed whistle, rubbing her arms up and down. "I got goosebumps from that! I gotta get her number, Bakugou, can you bring her to us next time? You have to introduce us to her now!"

Katsuki didn't hear them. He couldn't. His heart was racing, his mind somewhere far away.

That look in her eyes, that coldness, that raw growl, that pure feeling of anger. He could feel that, all of that from her. From a girl who looked like she wouldn't, no, couldn't harm a single fly.

He rubbed his fingers against his knuckle, where he felt her hand touch his. It was soft as a whole, but he could feel the slight roughness, the small patches of skin that showed her true colors. Her spirit, her will.

…Uraraka Ochako, huh?

Katsuki was unaware of the growing grin on his face, the faint feeling of pure excitement bubbling in his chest.

And she just might be the most interesting thing he'd ever seen in a while.

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"…Momo-chan, I think I pulled it off."

"Amazing! I knew you could do it, Ochako-chan!"

"Yeah, thanks for calling in some of your doctors by the way. I couldn't have done this without your help, really."

"…Of course. Anything for my friend."

"Yup, and you know what? I feel a lot better about myself now. Somehow, I feel stronger. Who knows, maybe I really can pull through this, haha."

"You can, Ochako-chan. You have always been quite hardheaded when you decide on something. This time won't be any different, I am sure of it!"

"…Thank you, Momo-chan. But I kinda wish you were here though, at least that way, I'll have another memento of home, haha."

"Well, about that, I have wonderful news!"

"…Eh?"

"I will be moving to Tokyo starting next week, Ochako-chan! I finally received mother's agreement for me to transfer from Shiketsu University to U.A!"

"…WHAT?!"

A glimpse of awesome yakuza Ochako! Katsuki's interest is finally piqued! How will their relationship develop from now on? Look forward to the next chapter!

Introducing the Bakusquad and two members of the Dekugang. Or, Todogang. Whichever, really.

So, normally, I don't think you can transfer during the first few weeks of the first semester, but since the Yaoyorozu's are hella rich and have some sketchy connections in many places, I think it's safe to say Momo won't have any problems joining in. She's incredibly smart anyway, she could have went wherever she wanted to if her mother didn't hold her back. Cause, Kanto and all.

So, word of the chapter!

Yaoyorozu Group: The biggest yakuza group in the Kansai region. They are a bunch of elites, but their roots originated from Kanto. They moved from Kanto to Kansai during the second generation because of a feud with the Todoroki Group, so they are not on good terms. The head is currently Yaoyorozu Soumei, the grandfather of Yaoyorozu Momo, but because of his old age, his son-in-law, Yaoyorozu Yuma is doing most of the work.

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