Quiet Gratitude, part 2
Kacchako Week, Day Four: Stars
This is Part Two. Hereâs Part One. Part Three to come!
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Bakugou was acting weird.
Well, he was clearly trying to act normal, and for Bakugou, that was weird.
Usually, when he was stressed, his attitude was a steady devolution from dormant volcano to full-blown eruption, but this time he was shifting from 110% rage to an uncharacteristic forced calm and then back again like the emotion mechanics in his mind were playing a heated game of table tennis.
They hadnât spoken that morning, since Uraraka had stumbled into the office on the late side of eight o'clock and Bakugou had been mid-argument with his purposefully antagonistic partner. Uraraka could only assume he was embarrassed by his momentary bout of weakness in falling asleep on her the night before, but even on the Bakugou scale, his attitude seemed like an overreaction.
She sat atop Hadoâs desk, watching Bakugou and Polygraph from the corner of her eye as her partner read through the details of their assignment for the day.
âThe convenience store on the corner of the nineteen block thinks theyâve got a recurring thief on their hands,â Hado said, stifling a yawn a she twirled a strand of blue hair around her finger. âThey think if there are heroes in the area, it might stop. So weâre gonna go hang outââ She sat up suddenly, face breaking into a grin as she said, âIâve just remembered! Thereâs a cat cafe over there! Ochako, we have to go! Iâm actually allergic to cats butââ
âWhat the fuck do you mean âextra workâ?â
Bakugouâs voice cut across the morning drone like a foghorn and nearly every head in the room snapped in his direction. But, being Bakugou, he either didnât notice or didnât care and continued to direct his fury at Polygraph, who leaned arrogantly against his desk as if he genuinely thought he could take Bakugou in a fight.
Or perhaps he just knew that, for all his bark, Bakugou wouldnât actually do anything that would set him back a step on the hero track.
âThis is our job you lazy shit,â Bakugou growled. âThereâs nothing extra. Itâs just what heroes do.â
But Polygraph, the taller of the two, sneered down his nose at Bakugou. âWhat would you know about being a hero?â
Uraraka was between them before Bakugou had a chance to respond. She stood, facing Polygraph, with her hands on her hips.
âSays the guy with no greater aspirations than being a high-ranking sidekick,â she snapped without really thinking about it, glaring up into his honey-colored eyes.
Those eyes, however, glinted, tipping upward with the smirk that flicked across his face.
âAh, lovely little Uravity has some bite to her after all,â he said, and Uraraka wished they werenât in the office so she could clock him in the face. âShame that a little girl is your first and only defender.â
Urarakaâs hands shook in her anger, but it was Bakugou who spoke, his voice guttural but certain as he said, âSheâd kick your ass without even having to try. I think the one who needs defending here is you.â
It was a bit like getting the wind knocked out of her lungs, having the entire force of Bakogouâs All Mightian confidence directed solely into her, and she didnât turn to face him because that would mean she was questioning him, and honestly, she didnât want to do anything to shake his faith.
Even if it made her heart do an uncomfortable little backflip.
But Polygraph wasnât shaken either, fully believing that neither would make a move to hurt him here, and he reached over Urarakaâs shoulder to put his hand on Bakugouâs chest.
And Bakugou, surprisingly, let him.
Uraraka, sandwiched between the two boys, could only see bottom half of Polygraphâs face, and she wasnât sure what to make of the way his smile faltered just slightly when his Quirk took effect.
âYou genuinely believe that, huh?â he asked Bakugou, taking a step backward and searching both of their faces. âInteresting.â
Uraraka swallowed hard at that because, in spite of their shared animosity, Polygraph knew Bakugou quite wellâfighting side-by-side with a person did that to you whether you wanted it or not. Using his Quirk on Bakugou was likely more for show than anythingâIâm not afraid of you, it saidâbecause anyone who knew Bakugou knew that he never made a declaration like that unless he believed it with every raging piece of his heart.
âDamn right,â Bakugou said, but it was more of a grumble than a growl, and she still refused to turn around and meet his eye. âThatâs why sheâs helping me on this âextraâ work while your lazy ass sits around here all day.â
Polygraph looked like this was news to him, dark eyebrows arching upward into his too-long bangs. âHowâd you get dragged into that?â
Uraraka, still a bit high on Bakugouâs confidence, didnât have an answer for him. Not a real one, at least. Bakugou had showed up needing help and sheâd given it to him. Simple.
But maybe Bakugou was really getting to her, because she tilted her head to the side, smiled at Polygraph, and said, âThatâs just what heroes do.â
She finally turned, leaving Polygraph to think about that while she met Bakugouâs eye.
Whatever she was expecting, it wasnât what she saw.
Bakugou looked like heâd been walloped by an oncoming trainâmouth open and eyes wide and someâŚsomething there that she couldnât quite place. An intensity that maybe he wasnât even sure what to do with.
She gave him questioning look, but knew better than to actually ask, though when she made to walk by him back to Hado, his voice stopped her.
âI donât need you to stand up for me,â he said under his breath as Polygraph went back to lounge at his desk.
It stung, though there wasnât much edge to it because it was Bakugou and somewhere in the back of her mind sheâd been waiting for the other shoe to drop since heâd first showed up at her door.
âI know,â she said, and she did. âI didn'tâI wasnât trying to help.â
Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, standing as close as he could to her without actually touching herâand Uraraka could only guess what that looked like to everyone else in the room.
âThen what were you doing?â
âPolygraph is a jerk,â she said. Not a lie, but also not the whole truth. âYouâre not the only one who wants to yell at him.â
Bakugou looked unconvinced, and Uraraka found herself needing to say more, to explain herself out of the hole she was digging.
âAnd he was wrongâwhat he said about you not knowing anything about being a hero. And itâŚit made me mad, okay?â
That hit-by-a-train look flashed across his face again, but he shook it quickly away and opted for his signature âtchâ instead of an answer.
Knowing that was the end of it (at least for the moment), Uraraka went back to her desk, across from Hadoâs, and tried to pretend that half the eyes in the room didnât follow her there.
âGoing to bat for Bakugou, huh?â Hado asked in the innocent way she asked all questions, putting a finger to her cheek in a gesture sheâd picked up from Tsuyu once upon a time. âThatâs new, isnât it?â
Uraraka shrugged, trying not to think about the way heâd fallen asleep on her the night before. âWeâre friends,â she said, and the truth of that statement clanged in her head like bell. âPolygraph doesnât just get to say stuff like that.â
âFriends? Really? Since when?â
âRecently. I donât know.â She wasnât sure why her face was suddenly getting hot.
Hado leaned across the desk conspiratorially, an impish grin on her face as she whispered. âWe are so going to that cat cafe, and you are going to spill.â
Before Uraraka could piece together all the implications of that, Hado grabbed her arm and dragged her off to the changing rooms, where their hero suits awaited them.
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âWeâve been working on an optional case together,â Uraraka said. She sat on a cushion on the floor, across a low table form Hado, who was leaning toward her with her chin in her hands like Uraraka was the most fascinating thing sheâd ever seen. Hado had pushed her tea to the side, forgotten, while Uraraka tried to hide behind her own cup and focus on the cat that was currently making its home in her lap.
There was nothing wrong with what she and Bakugou were doing, and Uraraka wasnât sure why she was so hesitant to tell anyone about it. Perhaps it was like telling Bakugou you wanted to help himâsomething was ruined in the utterance.
âWhy are you acting all shy?â
âHuh?â
âYouâre leaving something out!â Hado pouted.
Before Uraraka could come up with anything to say, a girl at the next table overâearly teens by the look of herâleaned over to Uraraka with a gasp.
âYouâyouâre Uravity!â
She was still getting used to people recognizing her in public, and Uraraka started to smile awkwardly before a magazine waved in her face.
âThereâs a feature of you in Heroes Weekly!â The girl said, her friends nodding enthusiastically around her. âThey say youâre dating Bakugou Katsuki! Is it true? Is he dreamy? He looks like heâd be dreamy.â
The girl sighed as her friends chimed in with things like âI bet heâs a good kisserâ and âheâs so big and strongâ and âeverybody likes a bad boy.â
Uraraka opened and closed her mouth wordlessly, snatching the magazine from the girlâs hand and flipping through it. There was a full-body shot of her and Bakugou standing outside Ryukyuâs officeâhe had his hand on her arm and Uraraka knew that heâd been in the process of dragging her out of the building in his haste to get to work, but the picture made it seem softer, almost affectionate, and Urarakaâs heart did another backflip. Smaller pictures littered the pageâBakugou at her apartment building, both of them at her apartment building, Bakugou carrying takeout into her apartment building. There was even one of Bakugou standing outside the door with her key in his hand, taken from several doors downâhe was in his sweats and his glasses were perched atop his head and just lookedâŚat home.
Shit.
Uraraka never thought twice able what the other neighbors would think. Mrs. Takahashi was too kind to invade Urarakaâs privacy on this level, but that didnât mean the others wouldnât do it. Heroes Weekly was a gossip magazine that was known to give good money for juicy pictures of heroes.
Hado squealed. âI knew it! I knew there was something you werenât telling me! Oh my god, Ochako! Youâve been holding out on me!â
âWas it supposed to be a secret?â one of the teen girls asked. âSecret relationships are so romantic. Ugh, I wish someone would look at me like Bakugouâs looking at you in that picture!â
The rational part of Urarakaâs brain wanted to counter with âImpatiently?â But sheâd never been good at dealing with embarrassing, personal situations, and so all that came out of her mouth was an ever-eloquent âUhâŚâ
âYou shouldâve seen her this morning!â Hado gushed, scooting so she was closer to the other girlsâ table. Half the cafe was watching them now, and Urarakaâs face was so hot she was beginning to worry about her own well-being as Hado retold the incident with Polygraph, making it seem much more girlfriend-jumping-in-to-defend-boyfriend than what it actually was.
Just a friend sticking up for another, even though that friend didnât need her help.
Even though that friend had spent more time at her place than his own the past week.
But that was just Bakugou being Bakugouâdedicating himself to a thing with an almost unreasonable intensity. Once they finished what they were working on, things between them would go back to the way they were before.
And that was fine.
Wasnât it?
Uraraka couldnât, wouldnât, go down that road. Because that road ended in the same place as the one she took with Deku didâdead center of Nowhere with nothing to show for it but a bruised heart and a wounded ego.
And a friendship that had survived only by the sheer force of will of both of them.
Whatever this was with Bakugou, it wasnât strong enough to make it through something like that.
âEarth to Ochako!â Hado sang, tapping Uraraka on the forehead. âHowâs life on planet Bakugou?â
âWahhâŚâ
âItâs okay if you want to pretend nothing is going on to keep up the whole âsecret relationshipâ vibe,â said the girl whoâd started this whole conversation. âIâd want a guy like that all to myself too.â
âA guy like what?â Uraraka heard herself ask, voice too high-pitched for her liking and her mouth utterly out of sync with her brain, which was so far into MISSION ABORT that she thought it mightâve shut itself down entirely.
The girl flipped the magazine page over to another two page spread. On the left side was Uraraka, in full hero gear, holding a transport truck above her head in an action shot that looked, well, epic. The right side showed Bakugou, also in full gear (save one grenadier, surely used and discarded), hot off a fight as he leaned against the side of a building and, like an accident, looked over his shoulder into the camera. His eyes had that spark they got after kicking villain butt and his arms were bulging, veins popping out as they did when he pushed his Quirk too far. Frozen like that, he looked good. Attractive, even, if Uraraka would allow herself to be so bold.
But a photo couldnât capture the Baku Rage Aura, or the manic laughter that definitely accompanied that wicked smile he gave the camera. It didnât capture the way his arms were undoubtedly twitching in pain, fingers curling and uncurling as he waited for it subside with frustrated impatience.
It captured his confidence, but not the desperate purpose with which he wielded it.
How YOU Can Get the Bakugou Smoulder! A headline, fittingly in orange, sat on the page next to his eyes, and a less-flustered Uraraka wouldâve laughed. As if he ever would intentionally look like that.
âThatâs not the half of it,â Urarakaâs mouth said in what was decidedly her biggest mistake yet, but it wasnât until the three younger girls actually picked up their teacups and crowded around her table that she realized the implications of her statement. âWait, I meanââ
âWhatâs the other half?â one of them asked, leaning across the table enough that she and Hado were likely to literally butt heads any second.
âW-well,â she started. There was no determinable way out at this point. It was more a matter of damage control. Because to say that she and Bakugou were not dating would only fuel their fantasy fire. âHeâŚYou can'tâŚ.you canât get a person in a picture, you know? This, uh, 'smoulderâ isnât reallyâŚ.likeâŚintentional. Itâs not something anyone could really imitate. Because itâsâŚheâs notâŚtrying,â she was totally flubbing it, but Bakugou would be so pissed that heâd been boiled down to something so basic that she felt the need to speak up for him as best as she could. âHeâs intense. Like, he would blow himself up to make himself stronger kind of intense. And heâs got this drive to be the best and you can see it in everything he does. I mean, the guy drinks his coffee like itâs some kind of competition. And he somehow always believes that heâs going to win and heâll push himself to breaking point to do it if he has to. He looks at the people around him like he expects the same intensity from them and thatâs what this look is. Itâs his way of saying 'you better bring it like I do.â And you want to, when youâre around him.â
When she stopped babbling like Deku in the middle of a mumbling rant, Uraraka made an effort to look up at the others, and all four of them were staring at her with mirroring grins blooming across their faces.
âYouâre in so deep, sister-friend.â This, from Hado, who was smiling like a lovestruck fool herself.
âWhat? No I justâŚ.know him, is allââ
âRight,â one of the younger girls said. âIf you could see your face right now you wouldnât be so in denial.â
A small, Bakugou-infected part of her wanted to tell them all to fuck off, but that would absolutely just spawn a whole new set of problems that Uraraka was not ready to handle, so she just buried her face in the cat in her lap and groaned.
There was a comforting hand on her back and a voice that said, âItâs okay. Nothing wrong with admitting it.â
But Uraraka stayed doubled over, because she knew from experience that there were several things that could go wrong with admitting itânot that there was anything to admit in the first place.
Right?
â
Her face, she thought, was probably stained permanently red, but there was nothing for it but to power through. If anyone asked, maybe she could convince them that it was sunburn.
Bakugou, however, seemed totally oblivious as he marched up to her when she and Hado returned, late, from patrol and demanded her apartment key.
âAhâŚmaybe thatâs notââ
âI donât give a flying fuck what any half-wit with with no life has to say. Give me your damn key so we can catch this villain.â
He was in her face and she could feel his breath against her skin and her heart stuttered.
But she would swallow whatever it was she was feeling until she choked before she brought it up to him, so she just winced and handed him the key, cursing herself for allowing these stupid emotions to get in the way of her hero work again.
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âOy, Uraraka.â
Theyâd pointedly avoided the Mt. Lady-sized elephant in the room all night, focusing on the surveillance footage with a manic sort of energy, so Bakugouâs voice, spoken around his chopsticks as they took a short break to eat, caused Urarakaâs heart to make a beeline for her throat.
âY-yes?â she coughed, noodles going down the wrong pipe.
He had an odd look on his face. Heâd taken off his glasses to give his eyes a break and his free hand pinched the bridge of his nose like he couldnât quite believe what he was saying.
âWhatâs tsundere?â
âSorry?â
âThe word, shit-wit. Whatâs it mean?â
Somehow, that wasnât anywhere close to anything sheâd been expecting, and her brain supplied the answer automatically (as this was obviously more important than when sheâd needed coherent thought in the cafe). âItâs a word for a manga characterâsomeone who starts off cold and standoffish and eventually warms up and starts to care about others.â
âOh.â
âWhy?â
She couldâve sworn the tips of his ears turned pink and he didnât look at her when he said, âThis bullshit dating stuff that the tabloids are so hung up onâŚ.Kirishima said it made meâŚ.that.â
Uraraka snorted, and then giggled, and then she couldnât contain it anymore and she was laughing.
âOy, what the fuck?â
âYouââ she gasped, unable to breath properly around the sheer hilarity of 'tsundere Bakugou Katsukiâ. âThatâohâŚ.oh my god!â
Her back bumped the ceiling and she realized sheâd activated her Quirk in her mirth, the relief of finally actually laughing at the whole situation too much for her for contain herself.
âShut up,â he grumbled, but even through the tears that leaked from her eyes she could see that he was fighting a smile.
And maybe there wasnât anything there between them, other than friendship. Maybe sheâd been too honed in on what everyone else was saying to think about how she felt.
âLetâs get some air,â he said, standing and grabbing her ankle to drag her like a balloon out of her apartment.
In the stairwell, she finally composed herself enough to release her Quirk and land, barefoot, beside him. But for once, it didnât bother her and she just followed him up to the roof of the building.
It was chilly, the late September air at last letting go of the oppressive heat of summer, but something like a buzz flowed through Urarakaâs veins and warmed her in a way she couldnât quite comprehend.
They reached the roof, a flat expanse of concrete contained by a metal railing, and Bakugou went straight to the edge, gripping the rail in his hands like some sort of anchor.
âYou okay?â Uraraka asked, his seriousness sobering. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to laugh at youâŚI justââ
âItâs not that.â
His voice was rough, like fresh sandpaper on raw wood, and Uraraka couldnât help but wonder what the magazine writers would have to say about that. But somehow, she didnât think theyâd ever get it right.
There was just too much to Bakugou, too much depth that he refused to expose.
So much more than smoulder.
She walked up next to him, hesitant because she wasnât sure if he wanted her so close or not. Leaning on the railing, forearms pressing into the cold iron, Uraraka looked up at the sky and Bakugou, beside her, did the same.
The stars were faint beyond the city lights, but they were there as surely as Bakugou was, and Uraraka smiled.
âWhat?â
She turned to find him looking at her instead of the sky, and Uraraka swallowed hard under the intensity of his gaze.
âN-nothing.â
âRight.â
How could she explain to him that, when he looked at her, he made her feel like the only person in the universe? How could she explain that his confidence in her, the way heâd threatened Polygraph with her strength, made her want to jump out of her skin and made her so content to be herself all at once?
âWellâŚthank you, I guess,â she said. Which wasnât really what she wanted to say, but wasnât inaccurate either.
âFor?â
âFor today. For Polygraph. And for not being weird aboutâŚyou know.â
He looked on the verge of saying something, but shook himself, maybe changed his mind, and simply shrugged in a way that was all at once so un-Bakugou and so completely him that it made her dizzy, reckoning the two.
âItâll get worse,â he said, after a long moment of silence, and when Uraraka looked at him, his gaze was skyward again.
âHmm?â
âWhat everyone says.â The tips of his ears were red again in the moonlight and he was suddenly so completely endearing that Uraraka couldâve hugged him on the spot. âIt wonât stop, not right away. So weâre going to have to deal withâŚyou know. Because none of them are actually going to listen to us.â
âItâll blow over eventually,â Uraraka said, with more surety than she actually felt. âBesides, itâs not the worst thing that could happen.â
He turned to her then, eyebrows raised and his face lookedâŚwellâŚa little vulnerable. Like he hadnât been expecting her to say something like that and maybe it shook him more than sheâd intended.
She laughed, a little breathlessly, and worked up the courage to put her hand on top of his on the railing. He didnât flinch away, though his eyes widened a bit when the rough pads of her fingers grazed his taut knuckles.
âI mean, they couldâve thought I was dating Polygraph,â she teased, hoping her voice sounded less shaky than it felt. âGross.â
If he appreciated her joke, he didnât show it, and the two stood in silence, the vast plane of the sky serving as a distraction for both of them.
Finally, with a hint of a smile in his tone that made Urarakaâs heart do its third award-winning backflip of the day, Bakugou said, âOr they couldâve thought I was dating Polygraph.â
Her laugh echoed against the cosmos, like the galaxy itself enjoyed the rare, self-deprecating joke, and Uraraka bit her lip, because in that moment, standing beside Bakugou, she knew.
This wasnât anything like what had happened with Deku.
This was worse.
And somehow infinitely better all the same.
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