The days following Bakugou's rescue and All Might's fall left little time for Kou to see anyone from her class. Bakugou was held in for questioning almost immediately after he had escaped, and Kou hadn't heard from him since.

She'd gotten in a lot of trouble for trying to take matters into her own hands, along with anybody else involved in the operation. After a stern talk from Aizawa and Nezu, they'd been sent home to take a short break before school started again. Consequences were yet to be decided.

When she got home, beat up and injured her parents barely even batted an eyelid. After a halfhearted excuse they resumed minding their business and Kou could focus on her other problems.

It had been close to a week since everything went down; Kou decided to use this time to pick up more shifts at work to try and ignore her anxieties.

Ever since that night in Kamino when she'd called out to Katsuki and he reached out for her hand, he'd been radio silent. Normally she didn't give a crap if he talked to her or not (neither of them were the most social anyways), but considering the circumstances Kou found herself assuming the worst.

She liked to think she knew him well; they were closer to each other than anyone else in class, and spent more time together too. She knew his pride was probably suffering greatly from getting kidnapped and having to get rescued by his classmates; she knew she'd feel the same if it had happened to her.

But that didn't mean he had to ignore her! She'd even gone out of her way to call him; Kou never fucking called anybody, but he'd been ignoring all her texts so she was left with no choice.

That's what brought her to his doorstep one day after work, ringing his doorbell and praying to god his parents were home so they could let her in. A couple seconds later Mitsuki greeted her with a tired smile, glad to see a friend of her son. "Hey, Shinobu. You here to see Katsuki?"

"Yeah," she agreed, waiting to see if she was welcome or not. "Is he home? He wasn't answering his phone."

Mitsuki sighs, shaking her head slightly and opening the door wider to accommodate her in. "The brat's been depressed for the whole week; barely left his room. It's good you came here, maybe you can cheer him up?"

Kou laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, I doubt that."

She took off her shoes and left her backpack in the foyer, making her way up the stairs at Mitsuki's permission. She hesitated for a second when she reached the door to his room, swallowing the feeling of dread and turning the knob slowly.

Bakugou's room looked a lot different from the last time she'd been in there; it was a lot darker, the curtains drawn closed. From what little light did enter the room, she saw the floor uncharacteristically scattered with clothing, probably left from unpacking from the training camp. There was a stack of papers and books towering his desk, which was normally left relatively clean. In the corner of his room lay his bed, the sheets strewn haphazardly over the sleeping form of the angry blond.

Kou whistles lowly, "What a shitshow."

Turns out Bakugou wasn't asleep, because she hears him grunt from under the covers. "What the hell do you want?"

She slowly approaches the bed, wondering if sitting on the edge would be too far. She decides to just stand awkwardly at the foot of the bed frame, not knowing where to look since she couldn't even see the boy she was talking to. "You weren't answering your phone."

"Yeah, so take the fucking hint." His low voice was muffled by the covers, "I don't want to talk so get the fuck out of my room and go home."

Kou's eye twitched a bit, trying to keep her cool since she knew he probably wasn't in the best mental state right now. "I'm not going anywhere, Bakugou."

"Then I hope you like sitting in fucking silence because I'm not talking to your dumb ass." With that he tightens the blankets over him, shuffling more into the corner of his bed away from her. Kou sighs tiredly, sitting on the empty spot he left on the mattress.

The two sat in silence for a couple minutes, Kou being left with nothing to do but stare at the wall in front of her. She tapped her feet impatiently on the floor, not knowing how to navigate around a quiet Bakugou. He was usually so explosive, so angry and loud she didn't really have to worry about awkward silences like this.

Kou finally had enough after 20 minutes, reaching over to poke his body with her finger. "Bakugou."

He doesn't answer. She would've thought he was asleep had she not heard the quiet groan that came from him.

"L-look, I'm not good at this 'feelings' shit, but if you wanna talk or something-" she begins nervously, completely clueless on how to cheer up her friend.

Bakugou suddenly flings the covers off himself violently, startling Kou. Even in the darkness, she can see the state of him: his hair is a disheveled mess; more than usual. He has dark circles under his eyes rivalling her own, and his skin is a sickly pale shade. Clearly it had been hot underneath those blankets because she can see the sweat making his clothes cling to his body, small drops falling down his face too.

"Why the fuck would I want to talk to you?" he spits out, as if the thought of even speaking to her is disgusting. "You think of all people, I'd want to talk to you ?"

Her jaw drops slightly, not able to process his hurtful words. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Does it look like I'm fucking joking?" his voice raises higher, and Kou has half the mind to smother him with a pillow and shut him up. "Get out of my room!"

She can feel him shove her slightly off the bed, but Kou grabs onto his arm last minute and uses her bungee gum to stick to his forearm. "What the- get the fuck off me you bitch!"

"What the fuck is your problem?" she screams back, getting fed up with his attitude. "I'm just trying to talk to you!"

He's still trying to yank her hand off him, but to no avail. He uses his free hand to hit her head, causing her to try and use her injured wrist to hit back but immediately regretting it. "Fuck!"

"You're such a fucking idiot," he hissed, trying to discreetly look at the cast that enclosed her left arm. "Just go back home before I break your other hand."

They glared at each other for a couple seconds, Kou not moving from her kneeling position on his mattress. He eventually huffs, turning around again and pulling the covers over his head. Kou wants to bang her head into a wall with how difficult he's being.

"I know you're upset right now, but it's just me." She begins talking again after a bit of silence, just wanting to get through to him. Her voice is soft, but she knows he can still hear her. She places a careful hand on top of his blanket where she thinks his shoulder is.

"Shut up," he almost whispers back, voice quivering.

"I'm not trying to get anything out of you, Bakugou. I just want to-"

"Shut up." he interrupts her again, his voice slightly louder than before but she doesn't listen to him.

"I don't give a fuck about what happened in Kamino, okay? No one's looking down on-"

"SHUT UP!" he roars, abruptly getting up from the bed and scaring Kou once again. Before she knows it, she's being pinned down by Bakugou, whose covers are still over him and now covering her as well.

She can feel his heavy breathing on her face, his deadly glare set straight into her eyes. His grip on her good wrist tightens, the other on her opposite shoulder- holding her down. All she can do is look up at him and try to calm her own breathing down.

"Stop talking. Please ." He's trying his best to remain intimidating, but she can tell he's hanging on by a thread. She sees the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill on her cheeks.

"Why are you being like this?" she whispers back, her chest hurting at the amount of pain she could see he was in. "I don't look down on you, Bakugou. I just wanted to see you."

His hand tightens around her wrist, shaking slightly. His eyes search her own for something, but she doesn't know what he wants from her. She stares back at him, hoping he can see that she's telling the truth.

"I don't care." he finally grounds out, breaking their eye contact to stare off to the side.

She lifts up her cast-bound hand to gently tap on his bicep that's holding her down, trying to calm him down but kind of ruining the moment with the big chunk of plaster between them.

Kou knows they're in a compromising position: if one of his parents were to walk in and see their son basically straddling the girl on his bed there would be little to no explanation.

She's beginning to squirm under the heat of his gaze, shifting uncomfortably in his bed. His body heat is emanating off of him, the covers over them only increasing the temperature and leaving Kou struggling to breathe. It feels like she's been here for hours, though in reality only a couple seconds had passed.

Bakugou sighs in defeat, dropping his head down in the crook between her neck and shoulder. Kou gasps quietly, feeling his steady breaths on her skin and shivering at his touch.

She knows it's a delicate situation, that if she even moves wrong their little bubble of peace will burst and she'll be back at square one. But Kou is having a hard time suppressing the frantic beating of her heart threatening to rip out of her chest, or the blush taking over her entire face and turning it a bright red. She doesn't think she's ever been close to anyone, let alone a guy- in his bed .

He tenses up when he feels Kou slowly pry herself from his deathgrip on her wrist and runs her fingers through his hair, which is slightly poking her cheek, finding purchase on the base of his skull. When she starts stroking his scalp softly, he relaxes again, digging into her neck more and almost dropping his entire weight on her. At this point the only thing stopping him from crushing her is the hand propping himself up beside her face and the leg between her thighs.

Kou swears he can hear how fast her pulse is going. The steady puffs of air he lets out feel hot on her skin, and she's unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his lips brushing lightly against her neck. What the fuck is going on? Her brain is working a million miles a minute trying to figure out where this sudden mood change came from.

Her breath hitches when he starts moving; he's dragging his nose and lips across her skin, starting at her shoulder and moving up her neck to her ear. He's only applying feather-light pressure but it feels like her skin is on fire. She's so out of it she barely registers when he nips her earlobe slightly before going back down to rest his head on her shoulder.

She doesn't realize her grip on his hair tightened until he groans softly, and Kou mutters an apology. Her throat is dry, making it hard to even speak.

She wants to ask what he's doing, what's going through his mind. Why is he suddenly being so...so touchy? Just a couple minutes ago he was practically begging her to leave his room, and now he's straddling her in his bed with a hand at her waist and lips ghosting her neck.

The smell of burnt caramel is taking over her senses; she feels like she's drowning in his scent. Has he always smelled this good? Kou is hyper aware of everything about Bakugou, and she doesn't even remember why she was even there in the first place.

"B-Bakugou," her voice gets caught in her throat, still overwhelmed. "W-what are you doing?"

He stops his movements for a second, lifting his head from her shoulder and she can finally breathe again. He moves to look her in the eye, staring down at her with an intensity that feels different from all his other looks.

His hand moves from their position on her hip up to her cheek, stroking it softly and confusing Kou even more. She leans into his touch, closing her eyes for a second as she gives into the feeling. His forehead is on hers and his breath is fanning her face.

Before today the only physical contact they'd had was from sparring or play fighting; maybe the occasional ruffle of hair. That's it. Neither of them were the touchiest people around-Kou couldn't even bring herself to hug her younger siblings-so she didn't realize how nice his hands would feel on her until now. It's hard to think or breathe or tear her eyes away from him, but she finds herself liking it.

He slowly starts leaning in, making Kou's eyes snap open. When she feels soft lips press against her own in a gentle kiss, she freezes in place. It started off as an innocent peck, only lasting a couple seconds. When he tries to deepen it and digs his hands deeper into her hair Kou finally gathers enough strength to push him away.

"W-what the fuck?" she looks at him with frantic eyes, blubbering over her words and thinking that maybe this was all a drug-induced hallucination or dream.

This seems to snap Bakugou out of his daze, his eyes widening as if he was just as shocked as her. He opens and closes his mouth in an attempt to make up a sentence, but nothing comes out. He pushes himself off her completely, going to sit on his knees beside her with an unsettled look on his face.

"Get out." His tone is blank and he's not looking at her. Kou lifts herself up with her good arm and tries to discern his facial expression.

"Bakugou-"

"GET OUT!" He yells, and Kou scrambles off his bed and rushes out of his room, too confused to even protest. She ignores the calls of Mitsuki from the kitchen and practically runs out of the house, slamming the door behind her. She finally slows down when she reaches the end of his street, heartbeat racing even as she walks to her bus stop.

What the fuck just happened?

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A/N: AHHHHHH IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!!! IK I WROTE THIS BUT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! Anyways thanks for 100 kudos omg it's crazy that 100 people actually gave a shit about what I wrote and almost 2000 ppl read it? Ik it's not a lot but I'm still shook...

Fun fact: I wrote an OHSHC Kyoya fanfic in like 2015 on quotev and it got like 8000 reads it's literally so cringey and disgusting I deleted it a long time ago but I've really come a far way w my writing...not far enough to stop writing about anime characters but still 😏

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