Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t sure how he’d ended up in this situation, but here he was sitting on a couch next to Ochako Uraraka in the lounge. The girl had her knees pulled up to her chest. For some reason it ticked him off to see her like this. It just wasn’t normal and quite frankly it made him a little uncomfortable. What do you do when a girl cries?
Bakugou crossed his arms before tilting his head back. He stared at the ceiling and racked his brain. He wasn’t really sure why she was crying. Bakugou glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye and cleared his throat. “Are you fucking alright?” Bakugou bit his tongue. Shit. This was just going to make things work. Wait, why did he care?
“No, I’m not fucking alright.” The reply startled Bakugou. Uraraka peered up at him. “I’m feeling really stressed.”
Bakugou turned to face her. He crossed his legs. It was too late to run from the conversation. “About what?” he pressed. “Did that damn nerd do something?”
“No,” Uraraka started, “it’s just y'know how you wish you could help someone and you try your best, but it doesn’t amount to much. And then there’s finals coming up and what not. And it’s all just really overwhelming y'know?” Bakugou stared, silent. “Ahhh this is stupid!” Uraraka hid her face in her hands.
“No.” Bakugou said. “It’s not.” She sniffled. “It’s not fucking stupid, you hear me? It’s not!”
“No goddamn buts! Now come on!”
Uraraka gasped as he took one of her hands, pulling her up from the couch. “Where are we going?”
“Outside to get some fucking air.” Bakugou’s pace quickened with his heart. He wasn’t really sure why he was doing this, but he couldn’t stand seeing her cry.
A cool breeze was blowing as they exited the dorms. It tickled Uraraka’s cheeks. It must have tickled Bakugou’s too as they turned a light shade of pink. Uraraka smiled. “Thanks Bakugou.”
“Yeah whatever.” He dropped her hand and shoved his own into his pockets. “Don’t mention it. Ever.”
“So is this how you deal with stress?” she pondered. The blonde snickered.
“Not at all. I bottle that shit up and use it as fuel for fighting.” Uraraka looked concerned. “Look you cry and I yell. Who gives a shit?”
“But you always yell.”
“I DO NOT!” Bakugou shouted, proving her point. His face turned a shade of red. “So what? Like I said who gives a shit?” He huffed.
“Well I do.” Bakugou spun around. Fixing her with a “what the fuck did you just say” look. “I give a shit.” She said firmly.
“Don’t lie.” Bakugou said quietly.
“I’m not lying!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “You deserve a shoulder to cry on and someone to vent to, too!”
“I don’t need a shoulder to cry on damn it. I’m fine. Why the hell do you “care” anyway?“
Uraraka blushed. "Because you’re my friend.” Bakugou laughed. “Why the hell did you sit with me tonight if we’re not friends?”
Bakugou’s face reddened. “No damn reason! I just-” he swallowed, “I just aaaaa FUCK.”
Uraraka wasn’t backing down. “Well?”
The words were trapped in his throat. A string of curses flowed out instead. “Damn it fuck. Shit how the hell did I-” he growled. “LISTEN HERE BITCH I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE I FUCKING CARE DAMN IT. I COULDN’T STAND SEEING YOU CRY FUCK.” Bakugou spat. He was winded. “Is that what you want to hear, huh?”
Uraraka was stunned. Bakugou was mentally kicking himself for admitting such a thing. “This is fucking stupid. I’m going to bed!” The boy turned to go back inside.
Uraraka caught his hand as he passed. “No. It’s not fucking stupid. It’s not.” He stopped. “Do you hear me?” The blonde exhaled and squeezed her hand.
“I hear ya.”