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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya)
Lesson 5.2
Pairing: Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina)
Dance/College AU
Rating: M
Word Count: 5,175
Read on Ao3
Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?
Absolutely not…
Ayyy an update for Uraraka’s birthday! Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!
The first day, everyone was quick to realize Bakugou bedridden or on crutches was way worse than Bakugou normally.
"Dude, you gotta calm down!" Kirishima said, dodging a pillow Bakugou whipped at his head.
"Fuck off, Kirishima!" he snarled. "I'm not supposed to move my goddamn leg and I'm going to kill somebody."
"Right, right. And it's probably going to be me cause I'm directly in front of you all the damn time," Kirishima said, repeating Bakugou's own words. "Look, I wanna help you man, but you gotta calm down!"
"Fuck it! I don't need your help. I'll go to the goddamn dining hall and get all my own food and just sit with my leg elevated or whatever the fuck!" he snapped, punching his fist against the bed.
"Dude-"
A knock interrupted their argument and Bakugou glared sharply at the door. "Go the fuck away!"
"It's me!" A muffled feminine voice came from outside the room. "Uraraka!"
Bakugou folded his arms against his chest. "I said go away!" he snapped. She was one of the last people he wanted to see. She was such a distraction! And, he didn't want to talk about shit he couldn't do... and most likely she would talk about dance and deep down he would feel guilty he couldn't practice for their shit.
"B-Bakugou-kun, please?" she said, her voice soft against the door.
Kirishima rolled his eyes and made his way over, opening it up, knowing Bakugou couldn't do anything about it. He growled, turning his gaze away from her. She stood in the doorway holding a plastic bag full of small muffins, her gloved hands cupping the bag. She bit her lip. "I... I was hoping we could talk for a minute?" she asked.
Kirishima smiled. "Have at it! I'll leave you two," he said, leaning over to grab his jacket and keys before slipping out the door.
Bakugou kept his gaze to his bed sheets, not wanting to look at her. She looked cute in her pink gloves and matching pink hat, the same ones she wore to the game the other night.
"I uhm..."
"I told you to go away..." he growled.
"Please... I... I just want to talk for a minute," she said, the bag crinkling under her intense grip.
"You're not gonna leave until we do," he sighed, pushing himself up on his bed, making space for her.
Her brown eyes were wide with worry, her cheeks flushed. She unzipped her jacket and placed it next to his bed, pulling her gloves and hat off, her hair standing on ends with static.
"Well I... I made muffins!" she said with a smile and gently thrust the bag towards him. His red eyes widened as he looked at the small brown treats in the plastic bag. "I don't think they're very good, but maybe you might like them!" she laughed softly.
He unzipped the bag, taking a bite of one. She was right. They weren't very good, but he chewed and swallowed anyway. She worked hard on them or... something... "Mmm..." he hummed.
"Y-You don't have to lie! They're pretty awful."
"It's thought that counts..." he mumbled, swallowing it down.
"R-RIght," she said. "I was working on them all day, which is why it took me so long to stop by but I... wanted to apologize... again," she said.
She spent the majority of the time in the sports infirmary profusely apologizing for calling out his name. He snapped that it wasn't her fault but really... it kind of was. He never would've looked towards her if she had just cheered normally.
"Stop," he mumbled. "We fuckin' talked about this!"
"I know, but Kirishima said you've been so grouchy and I just... I wanted to do something nice for you."
"Well... fuck," he snorted.
"I'll take that as a thank you," she giggled. "See, I speak 'Bakugou'."
"Hah!" he snapped, turning towards her big brown eyes. "That's not a fuckin' language."
"It basically is," she teased.
"Oi," he said, gently pushing her arm. "Shaddup."
She giggled and slipped her hand towards him. "Okay, Bakugou-kun." She inched her fingers forward, gently stroking her finger over his and he stared at their hands, moving closer to lay on his on top of hers. He liked having his hand there. It felt comfortable. Natural somehow. "I..." she breathed, her eyes turning towards his, her cheeks a bit flushed. "I wanted to... offer you help at all if you need it this week-"
"I don't need help," he snapped, his fingers twitching against hers, his gaze turning away. He was pouting, and he felt like an idiot, but he didn't want her goddamn help. He wanted to sort all this shit out on his own. In one week, if he just stayed off his leg for one week, he could go back to dancing with her and all would be normal.
"...Okay..." she whispered, and he hated the sad look which crossed her eyes. She kept her gaze down on the floor, her fingers trembling. "I just hate that... you called me a distraction and then... it turns out this whole time you were right and now you're hurt and I-"
"Oi!" he growled, wrapping his hand around hers. "You're... not..." he paused, letting out a sigh. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and the last thing he wanted to do was have her cry. He slowly moved closer to her, careful not to adjust his leg wrong. "I shouldn't have fucking looked over when I heard you. I was just so goddamn surprised when you called my name 'cause... I didn't think you'd come to somethin' like that," he mumbled, clutching her hand hard. "I... fuck..." he grumbled, rubbing his free hand down his face.
Her brown eyes trembled as she looked at him. "I just hate that I-"
"Well you know what I hate?!" he snapped. "I hate that I can't fuckin' practice shit like this!" he said. "I hate that... you keep fucking blaming yourself because even if you are a distraction, you're a distraction I fucking want!" he yelled.
"E-Eh?" she blinked and suddenly he was distinctly aware of the fact that Uraraka Ochako, this dumb girl he couldn't stop thinking about, was sitting on his goddamn bed.
A tear slipped from her eye and she went to wipe it but he grabbed her other wrist. "S-Sorry, Bakugou-kun I just..."
"Stop," he said. "Stop apologizing. You didn't do shit wrong." He reached forward and gently brushed his finger against her cheek, wiping away the tear.
"I know but I-"
"Oi..." he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. "Don't make me shut you up," he breathed.
Her cheeks were red and her hand turned, lacing her fingers against his. "...You... You can if you want to," she whispered. Her nose brushed against his and her eyes fell to his lips and fuck... he wanted her. They were already on his goddamn bed.
"...Fucking hell," he whispered and cupped her cheek with his hand, pulling her lips to his. They were just as soft as he always remembered and he nibbled on her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her own. She was so goddamn cute whenever they did stuff like this and he hated how quickly she took over his body and mind.
"K-Katsuki..." she whispered and moved closer, squeezing his hand. He brushed his thumb gently over her fingers and swiped his tongue along her lip, pressing it into her mouth. She pulled back from him, her chest heaving, breath slipping from her lips. "I know you don't want me to yet but I-"
"Shut up," he hissed and grabbed both of her cheeks, kissing her hard. "Don't you dare say what I think you were going to," he snarled, nipping at her lip. "I don't get that until we fucking do this goddamn competition."
"Okay..." she breathed, pecking his lips once more. "Can I... at least say that I… like you?"
"Fuck..." he muttered and lowered his hand to her hip, slowly laying back as he brought her with him, laying her next to him. The bed wasn't very large, but she was small, lying on her side as she looked down at him, her brown hair brushing against her cheek.
"What?" she said, a gentle smile pulling across her face. "Should I not have said that?" she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips over his again. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, pressing against his own wet muscle, their breath heating up and mingling between their lips. His fingers snaked through her hair, pushing on the back of her head to deepen their kiss.
He pulled back, taking in a sharp breath, and he brushed his finger over her lips. "You're okay, I guess."
A smile pulled across her cheeks and she giggled, leaning down to nuzzle her nose against his cheek. "I'm so glad you like me too, Katsuki," she said. Apparently she really did speak his language.
"Ochako..." he whispered, her name feeling surprisingly gentle.
"You know... I could just... stay here tonight..." she said quietly, her finger tracing down his jaw.
He smirked. "Oh?" He pushed himself up, flipping her onto her back as he hovered over her. Immediately, he winced, collapsing down onto of her.
"Oof! K-Katsuki!" she gasped, her hands pressing against his muscular back. "A-Are you okay?!"
"Shit..." he mumbled, pressing his nose against her neck. "F-Fuck... I..."
"Did you lean on your foot weird?" she said softly. Her fingers ran through his blond strands, a small sigh slipping from her lips.
"...yes..." he mumbled.
"You need to take it easy... we can ... do all that stuff later, okay?" she said, and he slowly pushed himself off of her, rolling to the side as he turned to look at her.
"Idiot," he muttered and pushed her nose with his finger.
"I know, I know," she giggled and leaned forward to kiss him once more. "I can still... sleep here. Like... actually sleep," she said.
"Yeah, yeah..." he muttered, leaning forward to kiss her again. He turned slightly to the side, tucking the pillow under her head. He yanked the blanket over their bodies and gently rest his hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. "We're still not together. I'm not... I won't..."
"You won't ask me until I forgive you after we dance the competition," she said softly, tucking her head under his chin. "I know."
"Yeah..." he muttered. "You better know."
"I do," she said and draped her arm over his side. She was so small and comfortable next to him. Bakugou surely wouldn't have minded if this happened again.
Like hell he was going to tell her that though.
~~
"It's not going to fucking help!" he snapped, practically hopping on his leg as he tried to adjust the crutches. He knew he looked like a goddamn fool and he wasn't prepared for Half and Half and his weirdo beautiful girlfriend to look at him like he was a fucking idiot.
"It will!" Uraraka insisted, gently placing her hand under his arm as he leaned forward on the crutches.
"Oi! I told you I didn't need help!"
She puffed out her cheeks, trying not to laugh at him. "Well you looked like a bunny hopping around just now, so I kinda just thought..."
"Oh what the fuck ever, Ochako!" he snapped.
She blushed at the mention of her first name, and he forgot how close they were the night before. Uraraka spent the night in his bed, the two of them sleeping next to each other until she woke up in the morning and went back to her own room to change for practice. Bakugou was thankful Kirishima was fucking that pink-haired bitch, so he spent the night in her room instead of coming back.
The last thing he needed was Kirishima's nosy questions.
"A-Anyway," she said, holding the door open for him. He glared at her. Why did she think he couldn't do things on his own!? He hobbled past her. "I asked Momo-chan and Todoroki-kun to help us and I really think it'll be good! We can watch how they dance my choreography and learn-"
"When are you going to realize I hate this shit?!" he said, using the crutches to move towards the studio door. He stuck them under his armpits and awkwardly leaned forward to yank the door open. It immediately closed before he could hobble through it and he let out a frustrated grunt. Damn stupid door, not staying open long enough!
"K-Katsuki-"
"Oi! I. Can. Do. It," he growled, leaning forward again to pull the door open. The same thing happened and he wanted to kick the door with his stupid messed up leg. "Fuck!"
The door yanked open and Half and Half stood, looking Bakugou up and down. "Ah, Bakugou-san. Didn't expect to see you here."
"Why the hell wouldn't I be here Half and Half?!" he hissed, hobbling by him.
"Because you can't dance," he said bluntly. "Or rather, you shouldn't be with your injury. You'll only make it worse if you-"
"Fuckin' shut the fuck up. I know. I'm here to watch your stupid ass," he growled, making his way over towards the front of the studio.
Todoroki turned around, looking at his ass if he wondered why it was suddenly stupid.
Bakugou leaned against the mirror, letting his crutches fall to the ground as he started to lower himself down. "K-Katsuki!" Uraraka called out and rushed to his side, breezing past Todoroki and Momo. She grabbed his arm, helping to lower him to the ground.
"Shitty round face," he hissed. "I don't need your help!"
"I know, I know, just take it easy, okay?" she said and sighed. He stretched forward, letting his leg rest against the ground.
"Is everything okay, Ochako-chan?" Momo asked, slowly approaching them. She knew the blond was prone to outbursts even more so now he was down for the count and she didn't want to stir the pot at all.
"Ah... yeah, I was hoping you and Todoroki-kun could help us practice today?" she asked, clapping her hands together.
"Well, of course we can! But I don't think it's smart for Bakugou-san to be-"
"No, no, no!" Uraraka shook her head fast. "I was hoping you two could do our choreography and we could learn through observation!"
Bakugou rolled his eyes at even the phrase 'observation'. He hated observing and he told her this before. Of course, this time was a little different. He couldn't exactly dance and she wanted their routine to stay fresh in his head.
Puffing out his cheeks, he folded his arms over his chest. "Can we just get this fucking shit over with?"
Uraraka frowned and stomped over to him, gently slapping the side of his head with her hand. "Knock it off! Todoroki-san and Momo-chan are being kind enough to help us! So keep your damn mouth shut."
"Fuck, what the hell, Ochako!?" he hissed, rubbing the side of his head.
"I didn't even hit you that hard," she snorted and went to the piano to plug her iPod in.
Todoroki and Momo both snickered to themselves at the two, who were now arguing like an old married couple. Momo bit her lip looking at her best friend, and Uraraka tilted her head for a moment, happy that Momo didn't ask whatever question she was currently holding back.
She and Bakugou were not together and they wouldn't be until after the competition. That was what they decided.
"Are you guys ready? Do you remember everything?" Uraraka asked, tapping her foot up and down. Bakugou felt guilty, watching her body move slightly. It was obvious she wanted to dance too, but now was not exactly the time for it.
Why the fuck did he have to suck so bad? Why did it seem like he could never be exactly what she needed all the damn time?
"We remember most of it," Todoroki muttered. They were still not supposed to tell Uraraka about Bakugou's extra lessons with Todoroki. So even though Todoroki and Momo knew their dance quite well at this point, they had to at least feign as if they didn't.
"Great! Let's start." Uraraka pushed play, the music starting from the beginning.
She made her way over to the wall and slid down next to Bakugou, Todoroki and Momo taking position in the middle of the room.
"I'll watch from here so I can point stuff out to you from this angle," she explained.
"Whatever," Bakugou muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Your starting posture has really improved," she continued, ignoring Bakugou's frustrating attitude. She knew he was pissed he couldn't actually do anything, but this was their next best option. "Actually you look a lot like Todoroki does when he starts. It's a very classy style," she smiled.
Bakugou bit his lip, paling slightly at the statement. This was another reason he didn't want to 'observe'. Would she notice how much he was copying Todoroki lately?
The two began to move and Uraraka leaned forward. "See how tight Todoroki keeps his feet. He's taking wide steps but they're deliberate. That's something I want to work on with you," she said.
"Mmm," he grunted, looking none too pleased at the statement.
When they went into the first pose, Todoroki dipped Momo back, their faces close. "I-I think we could stand to get... closer in our poses," she said, a slight stumble in her voice and Bakugou smirked.
"What? Are you nervous to get closer to me, Cheeks?" he teased.
"N-No! I just think we hesitate a lot. See how Todoroki-san and Momo-chan go right into the pose. We're always a second off I think because we both take a minute to prepare ourselves, which we really can't afford to be doing. The judges will notice that."
"Fine we'll just charge right in next time."
The two of them went back and forth, watching Todoroki and Momo dance around the room, and Uraraka made sure to have them dance through it a few times. She could tell Bakugou was getting antsy, as he usually did when he was sitting for too long because of his leg.
"Do you want to call it a day?" Uraraka asked, leaning towards him, to bump him with her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fucking hungry," he muttered. He really wasn't all that hungry, he was just tired of sitting and watching. Listening to how Todoroki was so much better than him wasn't his idea of a good time.
"Why don't we all grab dinner?" she said and hooked her arm under his elbow.
He was about to shrug her off again, but as he started to stand, he realized he needed to lean on her. "Fuck," he grunted, leaning against the wall. She was staring up at him concern in her eyes and he hated that goddamn look. He didn't need her pity or worry. He was fine. In a few days he could walk normally again. "I'm fine," he growled, attempting to lean over to grab his crutches. "I'm just going back to my room," he muttered. The last thing he wanted to do was get dinner with The Perfect Couple™.
"Aw c'mon, Katsuki..." she said, gently wrapping her hand around his as he leaned forward on the crutches. "You need to eat something."
"Yeah I have muffins in my room someone brought me," he hissed. "I'm too fucking tired to go all the way there and walk all the way back."
"Let me help you-"
"No," he muttered. She knew it was difficult for him to accept help, especially when she probably already hurt his pride plenty today. So instead, she sighed, letting him go off on his own.
"Is he going to be okay?" Momo asked.
"I don't know..." Uraraka said. "I think once he's off those crutches he'll be better... or well... better than this." She couldn't imagine he would magically become a kind, generous guy after his injury healed. "Thank you both for your help," she said.
"It's not a problem. Should we get dinner?" Todoroki nodded.
"Mhm, that sounds good," she sighed, glancing to the doorway.
"He's a strong guy, even with the injury," Todoroki stated. "He'll be fine."
"I know that..." she whispered. "I just... I can't stand to see him looking so frustrated all the time."
"It'll be okay," Momo said, wrapping her arm around her friend.
"SHIT!" The sound echoed into the studio, even with the door closed. Then, there was a loud yell outside and the sound of a crash.
Uraraka's eyes widened. "Oh no..." She dashed out of the studio, only to see Bakugou at the end of the hall, pushing awkwardly on the door with his crutch. His bag was on the ground, right next to the door, and she could only assume the loud crashing noise was him throwing the bag against the wall. "K-Katsuki!" she gasped, and ran forward. "Are you okay!?"
Turning directly towards her, he began to yell. "I'm fucking fine! Get the fuck away from me!" For a second, she could almost see tears glistening in his eyes. She knew how frustrated he must be. The last thing Bakugou Katsuki wanted to be was useless. She probably hadn't helped very much, especially since it was her idea to force him to watch Todoroki and Momo. While it had been useful for their dance... it also didn't help Bakugou's spirit.
She gently placed her hand on his back, stroking her other across his cheek. "Katsuki," she whispered. "No one will judge you or think less of you if you need help opening a door while you're on crutches."
"Shut up," he snapped, pulling his face away from her touch. His cheeks were bright red, and she could practically feel how ashamed he was.
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Katsuki... please... let me help you. It will only be for a few days and then you can be back to your normal self."
His head hung as he stared down at the ground. "Fucking hell... I fucking hate this." His knuckles were white where he gripped the handles of the crutch, his body trembling. "I just want..." He shook his head.
"What?" she asked, cupping his cheeks, she moved to stand in front of him, her fingers brushing over his face. "What do you want?"
"I... I don't want to feel like I can't fucking do shit!" he hissed. His red eyes met hers, his stare fierce. Even though it had only been a few days, this was slowly killing him inside, she could tell.
She leaned forward and brushed their lips together, she hummed softly, and rest her forehead against his. "You're not useless to me," she smiled. "See? You just kissed me totally fine."
He rolled his eyes. "My damn lips aren't broken."
"I know, you keep running your mouth," she teased.
"Oi..." he growled.
"It's only for a few more days. Then you can open all the doors you want," she smiled, pushing the door open for him as she leaned down to pick up his bag. "For now, me and Kirishima-kun and everyone else can help you. You know most people would be happy to be doted on by their friends!"
"I hate that shit," he snorted, reluctantly making his way through the door.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. This is like your worst nightmare. At least it's only a week and not four."
"Whatever. It's even worse than the damn punishment before cause I can't do anything I like to do!" he hissed.
Uraraka narrowed her eyes. "Things you... like to do? Including... dance." Her lips pulled into a smirk. She was well aware of how serious he was taking things now, but being able to tease him about it was her greatest joy.
"Shut up," he snapped.
She giggled and leaned forward to poke his cheek, knowing he couldn't fight back. "You loooooove dancing." Okay. Maybe she was being a little cruel.
"Fuck. I hate you. I'm going back to my room," he snarled.
"Aw c'mon, Katsuki. Come to dinner with us. I promise it'll be fun and I'll walk you back after. Please?" she said, pressing her hands together, her eyes practically begging.
She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her cute charm.
"Whatever," he growled, letting out a long sigh.
"Yay!" she cheered. "I'm starving. Let me run and grab Todoroki and Momo!" She slung her bag over her back and dashed back in, excited she finally got Bakugou to agree to eating with them and hanging out more... casually.
~~
Bakugou immediately regretted saying yes to dinner. Uraraka kept babying him with the crutches. She ran ahead making sure to open all the doors for him and she helped him sit down, leaning his crutches against an empty chair. He hated it. Even if she looked cute and determined while doing it.
"What do you want to eat? I'll go get you something!" she said.
"Just... bring me whatever you wanna eat," he snorted, not sure what they even had.
"Okay!" she said and hooked arms with Momo. "Come on Momo-chan, let's find something delicious."
"Why of course, Ochako-chan!" she smiled, walking towards the food stations.
Todoroki pushed his chair back and stood up, staring down at Bakugou, his mismatched eyes looking intense. "You really should be nicer to her, she's worried about you."
"Shut up, Half and Half. It's none of your goddamn business."
"And here I thought you were trying to be better for her," he said, clicking his tongue.
"I fucking am! But you don't know what it's like to be-" He trailed off, glancing at the crutches. There were some things he wasn't so desperate to let Todoroki know.
"...Whatever you say Bakugou-san," he shook his head and made his way over to the food.
Bakugou tapped his fingers against the table. He should've gone back to this dorm room like he originally planned. Stupid Uraraka. She kissed him and tried to make him feel better and then he felt damn guilty and said yes. Something about her always got him to agree to stupid bullshit he didn't want to do.
Or maybe she just convinced him to do things he did want to do.
He twisted his lips, looking at the crutches sitting next to him. He hated those damn things. He couldn't wait to be rid of them in a few days. Then he could go back to his stupid lessons with her and stop worrying about dumb shit.
Uraraka came back over holding two plates. "I got you some rice and some steak. I hope that's okay?" she said, placing them down on the table.
"Mmm. It's fine," he said. He pulled the plate towards him and she took her seat next to him, scooting her chair closer.
"They have other stuff, if you're not feeling it, or if that's not enough-" He stopped her from speaking, placing his hand on her head.
"I said it's fine," he grabbed a piece of beef with his chopsticks and shoved it into his mouth, as if to prove a point.
"O-Okay," she smiled. He could tell she enjoyed helping him, even if it made him want to die a little each time it happened.
Moments later, Todoroki and Momo took their seats across from them. "I am starving!" Momo said, a large amount of rice on her plate.
"We need to prepare our energy for tomorrow," Todoroki nodded.
"What's tomorrow?" Uraraka tilted her head, shoving rice into her mouth. She looked ravenous, and it had been awhile since they ate a few of her muffins earlier, Bakugou couldn't blame her. The more food he ate, the hungrier he realized he was.
"The invitational practice!" Momo cupped her drink and brought it to her lips.
Uraraka gasped, some rice falling from her chopsticks. "AH! I completely forgot! With everything going on, I can't believe I didn't remember it was so soon!"
"The fuck is that?" Bakugou asked, glancing between the three of them.
"It's fun!" Uraraka said. "We get to practice with people from another school. Midnight-sensei always sets it up once a year."
"This year we're doing it with Ketsubutsu. They have some amazing dancers!" Momo said with a smile.
"The fuck? Do you compete?" Bakugou asked, raising his eyebrow. He was down for the count, so it wasn't like he could compete with Uraraka.
"It depends on the school," Todoroki explained. "Sometimes they want to compete, sometimes it's just practicing for fun and trying out dancing with different partners."
"Last year, Shiketsu came and Inasa was so competitive with Shouto," Momo laughed, gently touching his shoulder.
"I don't know why. He always gets like that, even during actual competitions."
"I know!" Momo giggled, leaning towards Bakugou. "I think he has a crush on Shouto," she whispered.
"It's not that," Todoroki muttered, a hint of red on his cheeks.
Uraraka covered her mouth, snickering, and even Bakugou couldn't help but huff out a small laugh.
"That's what you get for being a pretty boy, Half and Half!" he snorted.
"Anyway," Todoroki coughed. "Last year we competed, but who knows how this year will go. Sometimes we swap partners and try out different things."
"It's too bad you're hurt," Momo sighed, bringing up the forbidden topic. "I'm sure Midnight-sensei would've let you join in."
"Forget it, I only dance with her," he said, folding his arms over his chest, tilting his head towards Uraraka. "It's not worth it otherwise."
"Aww!" Momo giggled. "That was very cute of you, Bakugou-san!"
"Shut up, Ponytail!" he hissed.
Uraraka leaned towards him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you Katsuki. You could come watch if you want. Especially if it turns into a mini-competition, it might be fun for you to see."
Bakugou narrowed his eyes, suddenly skeptical of this joint practice. "Are you doing solo dances or partnering up?" Bakugou muttered.
"Well since you're out of commission," she giggled, nudging his shoulder. "Probably solo dances."
"You could dance with someone from Ketsubutsu," Todoroki suggested.
Bakugou clutched his chopsticks, wrapping his fingers around them tightly. Would Uraraka really just dance with some extra from another school!?
"I guess! But who knows who they have or what their plans are. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I hope you come, Katsuki," she smiled.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered noncommittally. Like hell he was going to go and watch her dance with someone else when he was injured.
He knew he technically had no claim over her, dating or not... they weren't officially dance partners and for that, he had no one to blame but himself.
But the last thing he wanted to do was watch her dance with some nobody from another school, the thought alone made his blood boil.
#kacchako#uraraka ochako#bakugou katsuki#BHNA#boku no hero academia#dance AU#college au#side todomomo#side kirimina#dance with me#AYYY updating on Uraraka's birthday#lmfao <3#my girl
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