#like...how do u think tango felt. yet again being turned on by someone in his team due to a boogey curse. and its worse here bc

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Absolutely. Obsessed with whatever episode 7 was. Who let Skizz and Tango do that. Who let them parallel Last Life like that. Also Gem being terrifying is so good I'm quite obsessed with her this series.

And uh. Tiny little doodle of the best base in the series. I'm not crying what r u talking about.

(reblogs with tags/comments appreciated. Thankyu)

[dameronology]

written in the stars (poe dameron)

summary: after months of going back and forth, you & poe are finally forced to have a conversation that you’ve been avoiding. it’s bound to hurt, but he’ll never give up hope. 

warnings: swearing, angst

i hope u enjoy! 

- jazz

You and Poe had broken up.

But also...had you really?

I should preface this by saying it was complicated - a tale as old as time, right? Two people who were still in love, but couldn't find it within them to stay and fight; but you couldn't find the tenacity you needed to leave, either. It left you in a state of limbo, half way between the gates of heaven and the flames of hell. Try as you might, and as many times you'd told your friends with complete bluster that it was over, it never really was. You couldn't quit Poe, and he was pretty addicted to you too. Your feelings weren't a switch. You couldn't just turn them off. That would have been pretty fucking convenient, but nothing about the human brain ever was. The very galaxy in which you existed thrived on complications: love and war, rain and shine, good and bad. Your relationship was like a smaller scale model of that. A constant back and forth between a state of battle and times of peace. That was what had forced you away in the first place: if you were in love, would it not have been peaceful all the time? At what point did you draw the line between passion and toxicity? He didn't know and neither did you.

The entire separation was a pointless fete really, because even if you were physically apart, Poe Dameron still owned your ass and staked a large claim in your heart. Your times with him had been some of the best; he was some of the best. It was just that you were both stubborn, and fighting in more than one type of war. It was all well and good to be head over heels, but only when the timing was right. The leap was only worth it if there was water to catch you, and in your case, it was jagged rocks. That hadn't been enough to stop you constantly running back to him though, bloodying yourself up time after time. 

It was always just for one night. Usually after a few drinks and some pretty intense eye contact, and you'd be falling back between the sheets together. There was always the whispered promise of I'll be gone in the morning, but then you'd wake up in his arms and know in your soul that it wouldn't be the last. You swore to yourself it was but even for someone as stubborn as you, it was a hard pact to keep. How many just one nights had you shared together? It was probably ten. Maybe in the ballpark of fifteen. And then, once you'd stopped lying to yourself for the sake of self flattery, you would realise that it was more like twenty. Maybe twenty five? You weren't keeping track. That wouldn't have been good for either of you.

The morning after your twenty seventh just one night, you'd woken to a quiet room. Everyone in the Resistance had been out late, and the base was peaceful, save for the sound of the whirring of the boiler and the occasional clanging of the pipes above you. Poe's arms were tightly around your waist, holding you to his chest. His curls were tickling your neck as he quietly snoozed, head buried in your neck.

It was the first few moments of blissful, bleary-eyed ignorance. You know the seconds immediately after you wake up, when the circumstances were beyond you and your own name was a mystery? You willed yourself to stay in them, to not remember who you were or why you were in Poe Dameron's bed. Thinking about it would hurt.; remembering would have hurt. A cold reminder that the best thing in your life had become another victim of the war. That you weren't together and hadn't been for a while. Months, actually. Bare times like these, you'd let him slip away a long time ago.

You were the realist out of the two of you. Poe Dameron was a hopeless fucking romantic and every time you fell back into his arms, it gave him a little glimmer of hope. A tiny piece of anticipation that you would forget your existing problems and say come home, baby. He knew it was foolish but in times like these, pipe dreams were the only way people got through the day. Day-dreaming of romanticism against the back drop of a raging war was more common than not. Even Leia Organa dared to let herself dream. What else did anyone really have?

'Morning.' Poe quietly whispered.

He was in a similar state to you, knowing that last night had been a mistake (your twenty seventh, to be exact) but not wanting for it to be over just yet. If you could pretend for a little longer, even just five minutes-

'I have to go.' You sighed softly.

'Got a meeting?' He asked. 'On a Sunday morning?'

'No, Poe.' You murmured. 'I just gotta go.'

'Or could you not do that.' His grip on you tightened, head coming to rest on your shoulder. 'And stay here forever.'

Forever. That was a funny word. One you used to say to each other a lot - every day, in fact. I'll love you forever. I'll stay forever. That first one was true, at least. Forever was a big word. It was bigger than you and it was bigger than Poe. Neither of you knew what you'd been promising at the time.

'You know I can't.' You tried not to turn around, tried not to face him. The minute you caught wind of his warm eyes, you knew that would be it. The sad look on his face was enough to make you want to back-track on everything.

'Why do you always do this?' His voice was despondent. Poe let go of you, propping himself up on his elbows.

'Me?' You raised your eyebrows. 'It takes two tango-'

'- I don't mean that. I don't mean last night.' He pulled the covers further up his body as he sat up. 'I mean now. In the mornings.'

'What do you mean, Poe?'

'You're always the one to leave.' He said. 'You have a foot halfway out the door before I even wake up. Fuck, you have a foot half way out the door the whole night. You don't even bother shutting it behind you.'

'You know why.' You didn't bother to argue, instead clambering across him and out of bed. 'We've had a thousand conversations about it.'

Poe followed you out of bed, winding the sheet around his waist. He watched as you darted around the room, picking up your clothes that had gone flying the previous night. You pulled them on with haste - you just wanted to get out. The entire atmosphere was suffocating, threatening to swallow you whole and chew you up. That would have been preferable, actually. Poe wasn't usually this resistant when you'd left in the mornings before. He usually waved you off without a worry. Now, he was asking questions. Questions that you didn't want to answer, even if you knew what to say.

'That's the thing.' Poe said. 'I don't. I know we had our issues but the more I think about it, the more I realise that we can still make it work.'

'We can't!' You stopped, shirt midway over your head. 'You're forgetting, Poe.'

'Forgetting what?'

'The fighting!' You tugged it over your head, forcing your arms through either side of the shirt. 'The arguing, the accusations, the sleepless nights-'

'- that's my shirt-'

'- the you did this! and you did that!' You continued to ramble, pulling the khaki button up and throwing it towards him. 'Don't you remember? We were so dependent on each other but we couldn't seem to stand each other either.'

Poe's shoulders slumped, and he dropped back into the mattress. Yeah, he remembered. Chosen to forget, probably. Things had been either really, really good or really, really bad and it got to the point where the good wasn't worth the bad. If it was meant to be, it would have been lots of good times sprinkled with a few bad times. Instead, it felt like you were constantly in a storm, wading through the rain in hopes of finding a sunny day. That wasn't how relationships were supposed to be.

'So why do we keep doing this?' He asked. 'I know we were bad at a lot of things but we can't even break up properly.'

'Because it's a half-way point.' You reasoned. 'One night stands mean that we can be together without being together. No strings attached.'

'But we are attached, baby.'

You gave him a knowing look. 'My point exactly.'

'Are we going to keep doing this?' Poe murmured. 'Because every time you leave, a little part of me dies inside.'

You paused, biting your lip for a moment. You both knew the answer to that question - you just didn't want to admit it. This whole thing had to stop. The pretending to hate each other during the day and running to each other at night had to cease. Like smoking, the best way to quit was by going cold turkey. Just as Poe had said, having one foot out the door and one foot inside wasn't going to cut it anymore. You were in or you were out.

And out was the only option.

'For what it's worth, I'd rather it be coming in and out of your room than a revolving door of hot people.' You said. 'That might have actually killed me.'

Poe let out a small snort, despite the situation. 'I miss you. I really, really miss you.'

'And I miss you.' You replied. 'But I don't miss...needing you. I've learnt to exist outside of me and you, and so have you. We're better as separate people.'

'Separate entities.' He nodded. 'Got it.'

'That means that we actually have to do this now.' Your voice wavered slightly. 'We have to actually end it. We have to put us in the past and put a lock on it.'

Poe's chest felt heavy. He knew it was stupid to have held out hope that you might change your mind, but the fact you kept coming back for more lead him to think that the idea wasn't entirely crazy. What you had together was rare, and he knew he'd never find it again.

So, he settled for closing this chapter. For saying goodbye to this relationship; this version of you and him. It didn't mean that it wouldn't happen again in future. Maybe if you both survived the war, you could take the time to work through what had torn you apart. You could sit down and figure things out. There was no guarantee of it - no promise or certainty - but it was all he had. Because Poe knew that he could never completely quit you. Even if you said the words out loud and swore that him and you would never happen again, he knew you. You were past the point of no return. Past the point of ever loving anyone else in the way you loved one another. 

He knew that no matter what, you would come back to him. Maybe not now, but there were plenty of times in the future that weren't now. The idea that there might even be the slightest chance of you coming back and figuring it out was enough reason to fight. To fight for you, to fight for the galaxy, to fight for the Resistance.

Poe let you walk away. He let you get dressed, give him a watery smile and quietly shut the door behind you. Because he knew, no matter what, that you would come back to him. It was just the kind of thing that was written in the stars, like Leia Organ's bad-assery or Han Solo's sarcasm.

He didn't know when. He didn't know how. He just knew.

And that was enough, because he was certain he’d see you again. 

tags: @joyfullyswimmingface @etherealsanakin @interwebseriesfan24 @itspdameronthings @xwing-baby @jbtwpk @spider-starry @marvelinsanity​

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Lesson Interlude 2 Pairing:  Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count:  5,404 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…

Sorry for this cliffhanger. Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!

"I know you're all very excited to be here!" Midnight-sensei giggled, stretching her hands out. Uraraka let her ballet shoes gently pat against the floor.

She actually was very excited to participate in the invitational. She had completely forgotten about it until Todoroki brought it up the other night at dinner. She did invite Bakugou one more time, but she wasn't surprised he said no again, especially since he couldn't dance himself. The last thing he wanted to do was sit around and watch.

She could understand it to a degree. He was extreme about it, but she could recall many times watching Todoroki and Momo dance together and feeling jealous she didn't have a partner herself. But now she did!

Well, sort of.

"We're very excited to be here!" Joke-sensei had another name, but Uraraka didn't know it. Everyone at Ketsubutsu referred to her as Joke-sensei due to her playful, teasing nature, and Uraraka never thought to ask her actual name.

"We've set up to practice with Ketsubutsu, so feel free to pair off or work solo!" Midnight-sensei smiled, nudging Joke-sensei. "Once the practice is over, we'll perform for each other and have a friendly little competition. Break out of your comfort zone!"

Uraraka already decided she would be joining the solo dancers. As much as she loved partnering, she didn't feel right doing partnering with someone who wasn't Bakugou, especially when they were so hard at work on their plans for the ballroom competition.

She pushed herself up and smiled at Todoroki and Momo. "You're going to have to kick their partner dancers asses for me!"

"Of course," Momo smiled. "We wouldn't have it any other way."

"Like we would lose," Todoroki mumbled and folded his arms over his chest. "You better do the same with the solo dancers. We need to show Ketsubutsu that U.A is the better university."

Uraraka narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure it wasn't you who was more competitive with Shigetsu last year?" she asked, playfully teasing her friend.

He scoffed, "Positive."

"Uraraka-san!" A soft voice cut through the crowd and she turned her head to see Shindou You making his way over to where they stood. He was a third year, a year older than her, and well known in the ballroom circuit for his heavy footwork, yet incredibly skilled and sharp movement. It was said the ground vibrated when he danced. He was one of Ketsubutsu’s most well known dancers.

"Ah! Shindou-san!" she said, bowing her head as he approached. He smiled, his dark eyes looking at her with genuine interest. He looked sweet enough, but everyone was well aware of the intensity at which he danced and how dark his features could turn on dime.

"I hear you don't have a partner for today's exercise."

"Nope," she shrugged, trying not to seem too torn up about it. "I'm going to stick to my solo choreography!"

"Why don't you partner with me then?" he asked, offering his hand to her.

Immediately she frowned. Nakagame was his usual partner, but having graduated the year before him, he too would've been without a partner when it came to school sanctioned events. In the professional world, Uraraka was certain the two still danced together.

Still, Shindou You wanted to partner with her?!

"With you?" she said, gaping at him awkwardly. She glanced towards Momo who smiled wide and nodded.

"Isn't that what the invitational is all about?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, keeping his hand extended towards her.

"R-Right!" Uraraka squeaked. If it had only been a month or two earlier, Uraraka would've grabbed his hand so fast, neither of them would've known what hit them. However, now... she had Bakugou and while he was an amateur... she felt... a connection with him, and she could imagine how angry he would be if she went off and danced with someone else.

But for the invitational... it was different. It was a one time thing and Bakugou wasn't even here.

She smiled and reached forward, taking his hand. "I would love to dance with you, Shindou-san."

"Awesome!" he cheered. "Let's go practice some new choreography to beat these two," he said gesturing to Todoroki and Momo. She did know he was also very competitive and honestly, Uraraka knew she wouldn't mind having a friendly competition with her friends.

"I'd like to see you try," Momo hummed softly, wrapping her arm around Todoroki's waist. "Let's get going Shouto," she said, dragging him away.

"This'll be fun!" she giggled and squeezed Shindou's hand, pulling him towards one of the smaller practice rooms.

The invitational practice was meant to challenge the skills of the students, giving them about two hours to both choreograph and work on a dance of their choice, then they would come together to compete and one school would be considered the overall winner, based on the points given out between the various dancers. Last year, U.A beat Shigetsu, and Uraraka could tell Ketsubutsu was determined to beat them this year.

"I'm surprised you asked me," Uraraka admitted, stepping into the smaller practice space with the dark haired boy. She chuckled softly. "I thought it would turn into a competition like it did last year. Shigetsu was very competitive with us," she explained.

"I wouldn't want to give up the chance to compete with one of the best choreographers U.A has seen in a long while," he smiled. The compliment, paired with his expression threw her off guard.

"O-Oh!" she stammered. "Thanks. I have been working really hard on choreography lately."

"Perfect," he said, starting to stretch out. He leaned forward, his arm muscles flexing as he did, his black pants tight around his legs. He flipped himself back up, pulling his arm across his chest. A dark look crossed over his eyes as he smirked. "I'm looking forward to this. Plus, I know you're on U.A's side technically, but we're going to kick Todoroki's ass."

She pursed her lips, and snorted, unable to control her laughter. "S-Sorry!" she said, waving her hand up and down. "You looked so intense and it's not that I don't think we can win or anything I-I just..." she snorted. "I didn't expect you to be so serious about it!"

Shindou raised his eyebrow. "Why not? It's practically a mini-competition," he smirked. "It's been awhile since I've been able to compete with Todoroki."

She shook her head slightly. Everyone always wanted to face off with Todoroki since he came from a family of dancers. That, and he himself was incredibly talented. Everyone in the dance world was well aware of the grace and professionalism of Todoroki and Momo. Their partnership was well known and they were already doing well on the semi-professional circuit.

"Well, we're going to have to come up with something flashy to beat him and Momo. They're a well-oiled machine for sure."

"True," he said and stepped towards her. "But I took their choreographer."

It wasn't a lie. She was a much better choreographer than both Todoroki and Momo. They weren't bad at it, but usually Uraraka did most of their planning, which admittedly, she did thoroughly enjoy. They were so easy to work with. It was so enjoyable to mold their bodies and follow the music with a perfect flow.

"You did," she giggled.

"I leave it to you," he smirked, and Uraraka nodded.

"Alright... what would you say is your best type of dance?"

"Mmm... how about a foxtrot?" he said. "It's smoother, I think it'll suit us both nicely."

"Sure!" she said, clapping her hands together. "It's been awhile since I've worked with a foxtrot. We've been really focusing on waltzes and tangos for the upcoming ballroom competition," she nodded.

"Ah... yes!" he said. "I hear you've entered with an amateur?"

Boy did word travel fast. She felt her cheeks flush. "Well, yes but he's really great! He's shockingly talented for someone who just started! We probably won't win, but it's a good starting point."

Shindou narrowed his eyes for a moment, staring at her, and Uraraka couldn't figure out why he looked so intense. Was he confused by her choice? "I see. I'm glad you've found a partner. Though I have to wonder where he is today?"

"Mhm. For now at least," she muttered, hoping that losing the competition wouldn't completely break Bakugou's dancing spirit. "Ah uhm, he's actually nursing an injury right now. He twisted his ankle a bit during a rugby match."

"Rugby!?" Shindou blinked. "He does both then?"

"Yeah," Uraraka said, realizing the two sports were very different. "He's... athletic..." she said, choosing her words carefully. "Ah, anyway, we should get started." She wanted to change the subject; not keen on discussing Bakugou with Shindou, especially when he could end up being their competition.

"Yes! Let's!" The gentle smile returned to his face and Uraraka couldn't help but blush. Shindou was incredibly handsome, and so far he had been very kind. A large difference compared to Bakugou. Yes, Bakugou was handsome, but he was always scowling and he rarely complimented her so directly like Shindou had.

He stepped towards her and slid his arm around her back, pulling her body closer. His arm was raised, his back leaning ever so slightly away from her as he took her hand in his own. She blushed and swallowed; it was so odd, not having to worry about fixing his posture. Shindou was just as well-practiced as she was.

"Right," she said. "I have an idea. If we lead with you bringing me towards the front of the room into a gentle spin and dip-" she began to explain and Shindou immediately listened to her, leading in the direction she mentioned. Immediately he spun her away from him and dipped her down, his dark eyes staring into hers as her hand slipped around his neck to hold herself in place.

"Wow," she said softly. "That was so fast."

He chuckled. "I think you're far too used to dancing with this amateur. You don't have to go through things slowly with me, I'll pick it up."

He really wasn't kidding. He moved with her so fast, swinging her body around his. He was incredible at leading, and even with his heavy footwork, Uraraka felt grounded. It wasn't like Bakugou, who stomped against the ground because he didn't know how to use his feet, Shindou took each step with a purpose and the floor vibrated against his feet. He owned it, and swung her around with such grace, she felt her cheeks flush.

It had been so long she since danced with someone who really appreciated the art and knew exactly how to handle himself on the dance floor. Admittedly, he might have been a better lead than Todoroki even. When she told him to do things he did it with zero hesitation, and made adjustments quickly.

When the exercise began, she did internally worry about actually getting things done in a timely manner, but now two hours almost seemed to be too much time.

She breathed heavily as they slid into the final pose. She moved her arm as if it gently cut through water, posing against him.

"Wow," she said. "I know we need to finalize things but... I really think that was great."

"Yup! I knew it would be." Shindou smiled, though something about his face unsettled her, like he was thinking about something deeper.

"Anyway... again?"

She hated to admit Shindou had been right about her dancing with an amateur, but it was true. She wasn't used to such fluid easy movements. It didn't change how she felt about Bakugou. She still loved dancing with him, and their chemistry was far better. Shindou was nice and handsome, but something about him made her feel a little wary, like he was a ticking time bomb about to explode.

"I really think we have a chance against Todoroki and Momo," she said. "Of course I have no idea what they came up with, but... I guess we're about to find out!" Uraraka glanced at the clock, surprised how quickly time flew by.

"I'm looking forward to taking them down," he smirked. He held her hand and led her back towards the main dance hall, and she was surprised when he didn't let go even when they stepped out of the room.

It felt... odd, her hand in his. Even dancing with him felt off. By all accounts, it should've felt better, since he was well trained, but something about the look in his eyes made Uraraka feel uneasy.

They took their place on the side of the room with the other couples, Momo waving when she came back. Uraraka could see the surprised look on her face when they came in holding hands and she was not looking forward to explaining to her best friend that no, she swore she didn't have feelings for Shindou.

"Thank you," Shindou said, breaking her of her thoughts and she turned to face him, his handsome features pulled into a smile. "I really appreciate you partnering with me."

Her heart leaped up into her throat. Bakugou never thanked her... never seemed grateful for the time they shared together. Or... well... he did but in his own weird Bakugou way. She shook her head. It really wasn't fair to compare the two. And if she was being honest with herself, even standing next to Shindou right now she kinda missed Bakugou. He would've been yelling at Todoroki about how they could beat him and he would've probably caused something of a scene.

She oddly found herself endeared to Bakugou’s tenacity.

The solo dancers went first, performing their short pieces. Some of the dancers from Ketsubutsu were so incredibly talented, Uraraka couldn't take her eyes off of them. She truly loved watching dance. She loved trying to see how she could imagine their bodies moving with choreography she came up with.

"Since we're the ones hosting, all U.A pairs will go first! Followed by our joint pair and then Ketsubutsu pairs," Midnight-sensei explained, nodding towards Uraraka. It was rare people from the other schools mixed in such a way, but the two teachers seemed thrilled at the prospect of it.

Uraraka watched Todoroki and Momo take the floor. Todoroki slipped his arm around Momo's back, and their gazes met. Uraraka was jealous of how much passion the room could feel between them. It didn't matter the dance or the style, they always held each other's gaze so intently and their eyes were full of romance.

Their music began and they started a Viennese waltz, elegant and simple, perfect for the way their bodies moved. Momo's small skirt brushed around her tights, her body angling like a delicate swan. Their feet moved slowly, Todoroki twirling her out, only to pull her back towards his body, holding her close.

"Mmm, they do look beautiful," Shindou muttered next to her and Uraraka nodded.

"They're really in love. I think... it adds a lot to their dancing."

"You don't need to be in love to be a good partner dancer," Shindou said.

"No, no," Uraraka shook her head quickly. "Of course not, but... I think it's a nice little... bonus," she said, her cheeks flushed.

Todoroki dipped Momo down, a gentle smile present on her lips. She radiated beautiful energy, her long dark hair swaying across her neck. It was impossible not to watch her, and Todoroki knew exactly how to highlight her movements. Uraraka could always tell her best friend was the happiest when she danced with Todoroki.

They moved to their final pose, Momo's arm reaching out to the side and Todoroki's leg stretched behind him, their foreheads pressed together as the rest of the class began to clap. It was a stunning performance, especially for something they put together in two hours. Uraraka couldn't help but cheer for her friends.

The two bowed and returned to the side, allowing the next couple to go.

"Amazing as always, Momo-chan!" Uraraka said, hugging her.

"You think? It wasn't anything special. Two hours isn't nearly enough time to do anything groundbreaking!" she said, waving her hand up and down.

"No, but you both looked stunning!"

"Thank you," Todoroki muttered.

"I'm looking forward to you and Shindou-san's dance!" Momo smiled.

Uraraka was actually feeling nervous. It had been awhile since she worked on a partner dance with someone of Shindou's caliber, let alone perform for others and she wasn't quite sure how it would go.

After watching the other U.A performers, Midnight-sensei called Uraraka and Shindou to the middle of the floor. "We're thrilled to see the two of you partner up! It's so rare we get cross school pairings!" she cheered, clapping her hands for the two of them.

Uraraka bowed to Shindou and took a deep breath before stepping towards him. Her arm raised up and she wrapped her fingers around his, curving her spine. He smiled at her, his face as handsome as ever, and she was certain dancing this close to him was something she would never be able to be used to.

"Exciting," he whispered and she couldn't help but giggle as their music began. She swung her leg out, twisting her hips as they began their fast-paced movement across the floor. Shindou's hand held her back, guiding her across the floor. His steps were heavy and she planted her feet with him, her hips swaying back and forth playfully. He twirled her out and pulled her back, dipping her down.

His dark eyes stayed fixated on hers, full of focus. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Her brown eyes followed his, an immediate amount of trust between them as she moved. She knew he wouldn't lead her wrong, and there was no reason to feel like she needed to be in control. She let herself be led, Shindou dipping her into their various poses.

When the song ended, she stared into his eyes, her arms wrapped around his neck. She swallowed, the clapping behind her feeling like a blur. What had just happened? Was their dance really over?

"Simply amazing!" Midnight-sensei cheered and the entire class called out both of their names. Uraraka bowed, her hands shaking, even the one that Shindou held felt clammy as they walked to the side.

"You were excellent!" Shindou smiled, and brought her hand to his lips. "Thank you for dancing with me."

Uraraka's face turned bright red. "A-AH!" she gasped. "Y-You're welcome! I-It was fun!" she stammered, trying to catch her ground.

Her legs wobbled as she made her way over the side of the room, the rush of the performance causing her heart to beat, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"That was amazing, Ochako-chan!" Momo said, and hugged her friend so tight.

"Indeed," Todoroki said. "It was nice to see you dancing to your fullest potential."

"Though, you do always look very happy dancing with Bakugou-kun!" Momo added quickly, most likely noticing the way Ochako’s face dropped.

"Y-Yeah!" she said, smiling, but her heart sank.

She bit her lip at the comment. Of course when she danced with Bakugou she held herself back to a degree. She needed to. She wanted him to understand what they were doing so he could get better... and dancing with Shindou... in a way... was freeing. She allowed herself to be led, to be out of control and let him guide her. Their poses were sharp and fun... not that she didn't have fun with Bakugou. Her poses with him were far more sensual...

She thought about the connection Todoroki and Momo shared while dancing and how she sometimes felt she actually had that with Bakugou. Well, maybe not the same extreme... but she felt something when she danced with him, even if Shindou was technically better.

Logically she should want to dance with someone like Shindou, and yet she couldn't stop imagining dancing with Bakugou.

She felt her head throb with a headache and she took a deep breath leaning against the wall.

"Are you okay, Ochako-chan?" Momo asked softly, gently touching her shoulder.

"Yeah," she said. "I just got a little excited I think!" she laughed.

The other pairs made their way through their songs and both the teachers stood at the front of the room. "Our expert team of judges," Midnight-sensei began, gesturing to the small group of random teachers sitting next to her, "have come up with your scores and I am happy to announce for the second year in a row, U.A is the winner 560 points to 520! It was very close, especially since Uraraka-san and Shindou-san danced together!" she called out.

All the U.A students cheered while the Ketsubutsu students clapped reluctantly.

"Thank you for joining us for our lovely invitational this year! The bus will be departing in about an hour. Please make sure you cool down after such a heated battle!" Joke-sensei laughed, forever cheerful even after her school lost.

The classes began to disperse, people heading towards various practice spaces to cool down, a few students laughing and mingling about.

"That was fun!" Momo smiled, slowly lowering herself to the floor to stretch out her legs.

"Indeed," Todoroki nodded. "Happy to take another victory."

"You're so competitive, Shouto!" Momo teased. "You act like you're not but I know you are."

"Seriously, you wanted to win the most out of all of us!" Uraraka laughed.

Her eyes caught Shindou's, as he approached their group. "Congratulations on your win," Shindou said, bowing to Uraraka.

"Ah! Thank you for dancing with me!" she said, bowing back as quickly as possible. "I appreciate it!"

"Mhm. Too bad we couldn't beat your friends," he smirked. "If we kept practicing I bet we could be quite the team."

"You're probably right! Too bad we don't go to the same schools!" she said.

"It is..." he muttered. "Can I ask you about your dance for the upcoming competition?"

Uraraka immediately narrowed her eyes. "Why?" she asked, skeptical. "We were partners now, but if you're in the competition, maybe you're trying to get sneaky information!" she teased, gently nudging his arm.

"No, no, I won't be competing in that one. We're working towards the summer tournaments after I've graduated," he smiled. "Don't worry, I wouldn't be that competitive. I'm not Todoroki-san."

Todoroki turned to look at the two of them, his blank stare full of frustration.

"R-Right," Uraraka said, trying not to laugh at her friend. "Bakugou-kun and I are doing the tango. It's what he's best at."

"I see," Shindou nodded. "Could you show me your choreography? I'm curious how you've modified to fit him if he is indeed a rookie."

"Oh, not much actually!" she said. She was actually quite proud of the choreography for their tango. "Bakugou-kun is very good at the tango, it suits him." She felt the blush rise onto her cheeks, remembering how attractive Bakugou looked staring into his eyes.

"Well then. I should have no problem learning it," he said, moving to the middle of the floor.

Uraraka swallowed. It was a sensual dance and Shindou was an attractive guy, not that it really mattered much. She could show him and not think about that! She glanced to look at Todoroki and Momo who both nodded to her, wanting her to step forward.

"I definitely think you could handle it, yes," she said, and slowly moved to stand in front of him.

She wrapped her hand around his, staring into his dark eyes again. Why did all the men she danced with have to be attractive?!

"It's a tango," she began, "so we start out with a lunge into a small dip," she explained.

"Of course!" Shindou smiled.

Uraraka began to explain the full set and Shindou led her across the floor, pulling her into the various poses she described. However his dips were more precise, and his lifts were stronger. As they slid into the final pose, she kept her leg hooked around his waist. His hand slid up her thigh and she stared into his eyes, breathing deeply. "I would say... I think you have it," she said softly.

And as Shindou opened his mouth to speak, the door slammed open.

~~

"Are you sure you don't wanna go dude? I could walk you down there and-"

"No! Shut it!" Bakugou hissed, clacking away on his laptop. He had a paper to write and the last thing he wanted to do was think about Uraraka and her stupid invitational dance practice or whatever they called it.

"But isn't it a mini-competition? You could watch her-"

"What? Dance with someone else? No fucking way!?" he growled and shook his head.

"I thought she was going to do a solo dance?" Kirishima continued speaking and Bakugou continued to want to punch his lights out.

"Yeah who the fuck knows," he grumbled. "They can dance with whoever they want during that thing."

"Oh," Kirishima muttered. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know."

He grunted, knowing he wouldn't change his mind about this.

What would he even do? Watch as some other asshole touched his not-girlfriend because he had no claim over her? Not that he really had claim over her even if she was his girlfriend. And who knew what kind of dance they were doing. He hated it. He wished he just hadn't known about the damn practice. Last time he ever went to dinner with shitty Half and Half.

He pursed his lips and tried to focus on the screen in front of him. He needed to finish this damn essay, not be thinking about stupid dance.

And yet, he couldn't help but wonder about what she was doing. The music began to play in his head and he thought about all the ways he ever touched her. The way her ass moved closer to his, their bodies almost touching. Was she dancing with someone else? Were they touching her; sliding their hands up her thigh the way he had down so many times? Or maybe they were staring into her deep brown eyes, loving the way her hips moved around or the way she moved so light on her feet.

Fuck.

What the fuck was he doing?!

He couldn't dance, sure, but he should be there! What if some asshole from Ketsuwhatsuever tried to make a move on her?!

With a growl he slammed his laptop shut and Kirishima jumped behind him. "Woah man... you okay?"

"I'm fuckin' leaving!" he snapped, hobbling out of bed to grab his crutches.

"What?! Where are you going?" Kirishima said, immediately jumping up from his desk to throw his shoes on.

"It doesn't matter, I don't need help!" he snapped. "I just need to fucking get there."

It was already late. She hadn't texted him any of her stupid cute messages or dropped any emojis to let him know it went well. Even though he rarely answered...

God. He really was an idiot.

Uraraka was his girl. His. Except... she wasn't. She wasn't at all. Why the hell had he made this stupid fucking promise to not actually ask her out until after their stupid dance competition? If some other guy came along and was amazing and swept her off her feet... she had every right to go off with him.

Not that anyone was better than him, goddamnit, and he would prove that to her if he fucking had to. In front of anyone who fucking asked.

He leaned down to pick up his jacket and crutches, shoving them under his arms, yanking the door open as he left Kirishima behind. He didn't need help. He was going to prove he could easily do this on his own.

He puffed out his cheeks and went as fast as his damn crutches could take him. He wished he didn't have this goddamn injury. Maybe then he would've actually been able to dance with her tonight. He could've been her shitty partner and they would've lost to Half and Half and his stupid girlfriend and it would've sucked but at least it would've been him and not... some other dude.

Or maybe she was just doing a solo dance. Who the fuck knew!? And who knew why he was getting so goddamn worked up about it.

He pushed his crutches into the ground, clouds of his breath blowing into his face with each huff as he slowly made his way down to the dance building. Hell, by the time he got there the whole thing would've ended.

And it basically had. When Bakugou finally arrived to the dance building he saw groups of students hanging out, loitering around. The competition had to be over with how casual everyone was being. There was no tension or sense of urgency and Bakugou hobbled over to the door. But where the hell was Uraraka?! Had she already left?!

He peered into various doors, noting some of the dancers were stretching, but he didn't see Uraraka anywhere. Until he peered into the main dance studio door.

She twirled around, her body pressed close to another boy. He had dark hair, stood tall next her... was extremely handsome... and was dancing their choreography?! Her face was so close to his... her round cheeks slightly red.

What. The. Hell.

He stumbled backwards, hopping on his foot as he slammed the door open.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" he snapped, breathing heavily as he did. Immediately Half and Half and his girlfriend jumped up, shocked at the loud outburst.

"K-Katsuki!? What are you doing here?!" Uraraka gasped.

He dropped the crutches to the side and stormed over, pain shooting up his foot having not used it for days now. He gripped at the black haired guy's shirt and growled in his face. "Who the fuck are you!? Get the hell away from her!" he snapped.

"Katsuki please!" Uraraka called out and ran to get his crutches holding them out to him. "You shouldn't be standing-"

The black haired guy sneered at him. "You must be the amateur-"

"AMATEUR!? What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"If you have an injury, you really shouldn't be using your foot," the black haired guy smiled, his eyes dark shutting as he wrapped his hand around Bakugou's wrist.

He clenched at his shirt harder. "I'll beat your ass to a pulp pretty boy. She's my partner. And this tango is our fucking dance! What the hell are you doing it for?"

"I was showing her how it would feel to dance her amazing choreography with an actual dancer. Someone who is polite and treats her kindly. Instead of some rough rugby player who doesn't know his right foot from his left," he smirked.

"S-Shindou-san! Katsuki is actually a very good dancer."

Shindou grinned. "Really? Is he? Because I have years on him."

"So what? I'm her goddamn partner!" he growled.

"But you don't have to be. You're injured," he hissed. "And the competition is coming up. Perhaps Uraraka-san deserves a partner more fit for her."

"Shindou-san, please... Katsuki and I have already entered the competition-"

"You can change his name," he stated bluntly. "Let me be your partner for the competition so you will actually have a chance at winning."

"The FUCK-"

Shindou gripped Bakugou's wrist and began to push him back. "It's not your decision to make," he said, and smiled towards Uraraka. "It's hers. We danced all afternoon together and made a wonderful team. Just ask Todoroki and Yaoyorozu!" he said, "I would be a much better fit as Uraraka's partner."

"I'm her fucking partner!"

Shindou smiled, his dark eyes glaring at Bakugou. "You're a really rude person, aren't you? I say we let Uraraka decide. She has danced with both of us. She knows what each of us are capable of. It's her choice."

Bakugou swallowed and looked towards Uraraka, despising the look of actual confusion on her soft, adorable face.

"So," Shindou said, holding out his hand to her. Uraraka’s brown eyes darted to Momo first and then looked at both of the boys in front of her.

"Do you want me to be your partner instead?"

[the-simone-jones]

Broken Parts.

INVOLVED: Mo’nique Jones and Bryce Hayes. LOCATION: Jones’ Home; Los Angeles, California. TIME FRAME: Friday, January 4th, 2019. NOTES: Mo’nique’s ex husband pays her a visit. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Smut warning.

“I thought I’d stop by to get my check” Bryce said licking his full lips as he let himself further into Mo’nique’s home. He took a look around before he plopped down on the couch having made his way into the living room space.

“You did?” Mo’nique asked as she rested one hand on her full hip, her eyes followed the man as he let himself in. Leaving her to stand there at the front entrance holding the front door handle tightly. “I told you my accountant would handle that this morning, in which I am sure he did” she said as she closed the front door and locked it behind herself. She swished her full hips past the living room and into the kitchen. Were they divorced? Yes, going on 3 years now. Did they love each other? Yes, in the past. Did he make up sorry excuses to see her and come over? All the time. Did she do the same? Often. Why neither knew for sure. Their marriage was smooth sailing until her fame outgrew her and everyone else’s expectations. He was her ex drummer, a guy she didn’t expect to connect with, but she did. And together they always made beautiful music.

Bryce watched Mo as she walked past him without a care, she knew why he were here. Well, without a doubt he needed his money. No, he wasn’t a big star like her, he got by with his love and passion for music. But she had by passed him and ran laps when it came to the just due of it all. However, he still needed his money, every month, without a doubt. How else were he to entertain his list of women if he didn’t get his 10 thousand dollars a month? If he knew one thing for certain, it was that nowadays hoes were not cheap. But even with that he couldn’t miss dipping into her jar of honey whenever he could. And he knew she would not deny it.

Mo’nique moved into the large kitchen it was fit for someone with a full staff, a chef even, but it was just her these days. She loved her solitude it kept her at ease. Years back she used to think having Bryce around gave her tremendous comfort but that was never what he truly was to her. Not in the end. She scratched her head as she began checking emails from her laptop. She would have joined him in the living room but whatever antics he was up to today, she didn’t have much patience for. She scrolled for a moment before she sighed to herself again. Opening a tab in Chrome she began to research this fellow artist, of course she knew of the guy he were in some band or something but, who was he really?

“Aye” Bryce said as he moved into, her large kitchen. She had definitely upgraded from the small home he bought them in Pasadena. To think he thought of himself as a pretty big fucking deal having done so for them. He felt like a man, back then. “What you up to?” he asked her curiously taking in her demeanor. His ex-wife had always been a damn mystery to him. A broken home, estranged mother, siblings spread out, and a deadbeat father. And behind all of that stood the darkest cloud he’d ever seen one human being carry the weight of. Maybe that’s how it all dissipated, she was cold – spine numbing at times. She couldn’t love and didn’t know how to be loved and most of all she was fucked up.

“E, I, O, U, and sometimes Y” she replied looking up slowly. “Nothing” she replied to him squinting slightly. “Bryce, what else do you want?” she asked him. “Come out with it…” Mo’nique said swiftly. “The cat could never have your tongue…”

“Nawl, ‘cause I’d rather be using my tongue to lick the cat. Why you uptight?” he asked her. “What’s bothering you?” Bryce asked as he moved over towards her, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

Rolling her eyes, she shut her laptop. Pushing the Macbook to the side a bit as she raised a brow at him. She hated him, completely. Yet here he stood before her. She never turned him away. “Victoria called me… and I know what she wants. I am not giving her money. It’s unfortunate she’s sick. But she made her bed…” Mo explained to him easily.

“Victoria, Victoria, Victoria” Bryce repeated with a shake of his head. That damn woman. Evil never seemed to die when you needed it. He for one, was lucky to not ever had to deal with his mother-in-law throughout their marriage. It was the one true blessing out of all of it. “Shh” he said softly, she was vulnerable he knew that. He was so sure of her that, he knew by now she’d spent days not eating and nights not sleeping over this. Mentally she just was not herself when that woman was ever inserted into her life. She was honestly better off having been given to someone or adopted. He leaned down kissing her full lips, large hands moving to her hips as he pulled her flush against his.

Mo’nique bit her lip roughly as she looked away from Bryce, as he shushed her, she closed her eyes momentarily before her lips were greeted with his. She hummed softly into the warmth and the feel of it all. She honestly just missed someone taking her out of her own thoughts and her own mind. I guess you could say in a crazy way, he needed his fix and so did she. It was sick and twisted but they were using each other in the most disgusting ways. As he grabbed her thick hips and moved her closer to his built body, she tilted her head deepening the kiss with each passing second. Though something deep down inside her begged her to stop, pull away, and grow up she continued to indulge especially with the heat growing between her thighs. Closed eyes weren’t blind, but they surely chose not to see.

Rough hands moved to the waistband of the tacky Gucci pajamas she had on, though rightfully in his mind he knew they were only tacky because he couldn’t afford them. His digits worked to push the fabric down, fingers dancing across her round ass as the elastic stretched across her brown skin. If he missed nothing more every time, he left it were her ass, Bryce could never get used to it. Hands pushing past thick thighs now, he allowed the silk fabric to glide down the rest of the way as his hands moved to unbutton the silk top next. He released an agitated growl, as he popped buttons open one after the other, his dick hardening with each attempt as finally he freed her full breast. With a delightful sigh, he ducked down capturing her chocolate round mound into his mouth hoisting her up in the process. The man rested her atop the kitchen counters.

As his hands moved to remove her pajamas bottoms Mo’nique moaned softly into his mouth. Their tongues battled in a never-ending war for dominance, she nor he bowing to allow the other to win. It was like their tongues danced, the tango to be exact in time on a constant rhythmic beat. God, it was what she missed. The way they just worked hand and hand to get the job done. She didn’t know where they’d gone wrong, what she could have done differently. But as long as he still desired her, it wasn’t her looks, weight, face? As he began to unbutton her shirt, she at one point of time said it would be easier to help him, but 2 buttons in he’d accomplished his goal so there was no longer a need for her. She squealed slightly as he hoisted her up onto her marble counters; white, gray, and black flecks of marble wore her shadow as her hands pressed into it gently. Balancing herself as she toed her pants off completely. She moaned softly to herself as his warm mouth teased her feverishly.

His hands gripped her thighs parting them and he released her nipple seeing the moisture that had already collected between her legs just for him. He moved over to her other full breast capturing it into his mouth, using his tongue to tease it as he used it to dance with her tongue moments ago. He unbuckled his jeans, Louie V belt buckle hitting the marble floors with a loud thud as he moved to free himself from his boxer a grunt leaving his mouth. He released her right nipple and moved to pull her panties down looking up at her with darkened eyes. Mo’nique was actually very gorgeous it was just everything on the inside of her, what made her uniquely herself that made her ugly. Bryce pulled her to him, jerking her forward.

Hips rocked on their own accord as Bryce moved from one full breast to other, she watched as he unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and let them fall to the ground. She shifted a bit as her lip found its way back into her mouth. As he pulled her panties down, she lifted her hips a bit assisting him in his task. As he pulled her forward, she slid slightly, and she caught herself. Elbows pressed into the marble as she shifted herself a bit, catching his gaze as he moved to slid into her depths. She inhaled sharply, lips falling open head falling back ever so slightly at the feel of him filling her up once more. Mo’nique whimpered slightly in anticipation for what he intended on administering to her.

Bryce stroked himself slightly before pushing himself deep inside her depths, he groaned at the feel of her slick wet walls engulfing him. In his mind she always fit like a glove, like she was made just for him and he closed his eyes as the thought sent chills up his spine even now. He pulled her closer if that were even possible, prompting her to wrap her thick legs around his waist. He moved nice and slow, his hips dipping in and out of her heat in a cool and calculated way. He knew her like the back of his hands, he had to coax the freak in her to come out. He couldn’t do too much too soon, or she’d hide behind her shell but if he took his time, she’d depend less on him and instead take over.

“Yes!” Mo’nique moaned back arching off the king-sized mattress as Bryce pounded walls down. Toes curling, she gripped him tighter, closer as he dived deep inside reaching peaks he hadn’t before. “Don’t stop” she begged as he slowed a little. “Don’t stop” she urged as she rolled her hips in time with his. “Please” she breathed out softly as she laced their fingers, locking hands.

“I gotta go” he hummed into her ear kissing the side of her neck, they’d fucked in the kitchen, the couch, and somehow that were not enough. In his defense he prompted the kitchen and couch. And somehow, they landed in her bedroom, but he had somewhere to be. And he knew if he stayed any longer, she’d become needy. Bryce landed each thrust just right as she grabbed his hands in hers, lacing their fingers and he opened his eyes looking down at her. Kissing her lips, he said “come on, let up…”

“I need you” Mo’nique said trying to reason with the man as he picked his pace back up slightly and she released another moan filled with nothing up ecstasy and thankfulness. She continued to grip his hands mouth parting as she panted slightly into the thick hot air. She released his hands only to grab his hips rolling him over onto his back as she took control. This way, she could keep him here just a little longer. Her mind was finally at ease, if he left it would all come swarming back and she couldn’t take that. She didn’t want that. Even if he were a headache, right now he happened to be a great pain reliever. She licked her dry lips as she rode him, her eyes closing as she rocked in time with him.

Bryce looked to the woman crazily, she turned them over riding him like a true freak would. His hands moved to her round ass, gripping it into his large hands. He groaned slightly, cursing her in his head he needed to bounce, in fact he had another booty call. As she bounced, and rocked, thick hips enticing him, he dropped his head back against the bed. “Damn” he said in the room looking up at her as she pleased herself on his account. And he began to match her thrust, he had his fun now it was time to dip and move on with his day. So, if getting her to cum again would, he’d get it out of her sooner than later. He used her hips as his leverage slamming her down against his large dick as he forcefully pushed in and out of her depths.

Hands splayed against his chiseled chest Mo’nique panted softly above the man, bouncing playfully against him a she smirked to herself. Nothing felt better than this, right now, in the moment, period, ever. Even as sweat trickled down her spine, as messy hair cascaded around her head, even as he forcefully pounded into her depths. Causing her cries of both pain and pleasure to leave her lips even with the pleased smirk on her face. Eyes still closed her head fell back slowly “yes, God yes” she murmured. Her thighs begin to tremble slightly as she gasped as the familiar feeling danced around in the pit of her stomach. “Fuck” she cried behind clamped lips.

Bryce huffed slightly as his hands moved back to her round ass and he continue to meet her thrust. He felt her plush thighs trembling, closing and opening on their accord. “Fuck” he said the sight of her nearly causing his own orgasm and he dropped his head back against the bed once more as continued to cry out for him. Bryce hiss mumbling “fuck” again. “Cum” he commanded to her in a husky voice, as his digits dug into her moist skin.

Whimpering, Mo’nique felt his hands digging into her skin and she gave in as he commanded her to. His husky voice was just what she needed to push her over the edge, and she came above him moaning, whimpering, crying smoothly as she did. Her body buzzed as waves of pleasure surged through her, it was electrifying to say the very least. Her body buzzed even more as he came shooting his load into her carelessly. Finally opening her eyes, she leaned down to kiss his lips soundly, savoring the taste of her still on his thick tongue.

Bryce felt her body vibrate at his command and he unwillingly came with her, spraying his seed among her fountain of nectar as she continued to rock against him. Her lips met his and he angrily kissed her back “alright” he barked. “I gotta go, that bitch waiting on me thanks to you” he said pushing her over slightly, pulling away from her kiss.

At his bark, she pulled away slightly from him sitting up a little as she brought her hips to a stop. His next words had to be swallowed down quickly, simply stored into a bottle. She looked to him unknowing of what to say, as he pushed at her she slid off of him. “I said I needed you…” she told him softly as she pulled the sheets toward herself, covering her body from him though he knew every inch and stretch mark. Mo’nique exhaled softly “Bryce” she said in a defeated voice “please?” she pleaded. “This one time… I don’t want to be alone” she told him.

“Come on man” Bryce retorted as he moved to grab his boxer, sliding them back on he snatched his jeans up after. One leg at a time he slid the jeans up before he said “grow up, alright” he barked at her again. “All this shit from your mother, father, whoever…. grow up. Shit happens. You are a grown ass woman, move past it” he said looking to her wildly. He zipped his jeans up and fastened his belt in place. “Where the fuck is my shirt bro…” he asked shaking his head as he found a sock. “You look silly…” he told her in a calmer voice. “Nothing is ever that keep bro.”

Mo’nique wrapped the sheets around her, she kept her eyes low as he angrily grabbed his things. Each word was another wound that would never heal, it was her fault anyway. “It’s downstairs” she replied back to him, he had left his shirt by the couch. She swallowed hard as she looked up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry” she said even though she had no clue what she was supposed to be sorry about, what did she do? He came to her. But like most people in her life, he came, he took and that was that. She never got anything in return. Pain, misery maybe.

“Save it” Bryce replied “sorry don’t even mean shit, it ain’t even needed right now. I’ll catch you later” he told her as he ran his hands through his hair a bit. He felt bad, leaving her like this. He just knew he couldn’t stay. To be sucked back in to her whirlwind. Love me now, wait, no hate me instead. It was too much. I love you, I hate you, I need you, I don’t want you. “Too much baggage Mo, people just can’t love your fucked-up parts, it’s not possible man, you have to much shit on your plate” he trailed off. She never knew what she actually wanted or needed out of life. “Bye…” he said leaving the room and moving down a set of stairs.

Mo’nique watched him go she blinked hard as the tears fell, she sniffled slightly to herself. Looking to the right of her as her chin quivered slightly a sob left her and she leaned down. Her body slumping over into her mattress crying harder. She sobbed, hard to catch her breath as each passing sob left her body like a crushing blow. Her eyes closed shut unable to see out of them anyhow. She pulled the covers tighter to her chest, hands gripping them as she were left with her tears and cries of heartache.

[rythyme]

9. Cuddling // Nurseydex

« {Part 9 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: gratuitous cuddling and dumb boys being dumb. established relationship, but they haven’t told the team yet. enjoy!

“Okay,” Holster said, holding up the two DVD cases in either hand. “The official Samwell Men’s Hockey movie night vote has come down to Mighty Ducks, 1992, or MVP: Most Valuable Primate, 2000. As your captains, Ransom and I will be abstaining from the poll, so…. Gentlemen—and Lardo—your votes, please?”

“Mighty Ducks,” Lardo said immediately.

“Agreed,” said Dex.

“No, no, no. MVP!” said Chowder. “It’s a monkey who plays hockey! C’mon guys!”

“Ditto,” said Nursey, taking a spot between Chowder and Dex on the couch.

“But the monkey’s name is Jack,” Bitty said insistently. “Are y’all seriously going to make me watch that?”

“Hold on, its name is Jack?” Lardo asked. “I’m changing my vote. Count me down for the monkey one.”

Bitty sighed. “Et tu, Lardo?”

Lardo shrugged.

“Okay,” Ransom said. “That’s two for Mighty Ducks, and three for MVP. Whiskey? Tango?”

“…Mighty Ducks…”

“Um, I guess I’m the tie breaker then?” Tango said. “Um, I guess I’ll vote for MVP?”

“Alright, we have a winner!” Holster hollered. “Get ready for the most talented non-human hockey player ever, because we’re about to watch MVP!”

“…Yay,” said Dex.

Nursey didn’t really care about which movie they watched, but voting against Dex was always fun. He looked a little sullen now, his hands crossed over his chest as he slouched back against the couch. It was cute. It made Nursey want to kiss him.

There was no real reason why he shouldn’t kiss him. They’d been dating for two months, and they’d talked about coming out to the team. Neither of them had any particular reservations about it, but they just hadn’t… done it. Not yet. It was hard to find the right time, what with their rigorous practice schedule and midterms coming up. Maybe tomorrow, they kept saying. Maybe next week.

He could’ve just kiss Dex and gotten it over with, but he didn’t. He didn’t especially feel like trying to explain anything at the moment.

Instead, Nursey just draped his arm casually over the back of the couch behind Dex’s head and settled in to watch the beginning of the movie.

After about ten minutes, it was clear that Dex had no intention of actually paying attention to the movie. He started out by criticizing the movie’s plot—“There’s no way they would hand over custody of an animal like that. That’s not what happens when a lab loses funding.”—but the others shushed him enough that he eventually kept quiet. After another few minutes or so, Dex was on his phone.

That wouldn’t do.

As surreptitiously as he could manage, Nursey took his own phone out of his back pocket and opened up his text conversation with Dex. r u 2 good 4 this movie? he typed, then tapped ‘Send’.

Nursey waited until he heard Dex’s phone buzz. He could feel Dex’s eyes on him, but he refused to look. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dex tapping out a response.

Are you too good for spelling out full words? came the reply a moment later. Nursey tried not to laugh, but there was no way he was suppressing his grin.

rude. im an english major, u kno

And I’m a CS major. Now we’re both saying things that have no relevance to this conversation.

u kno i only use chatspeak 2 annoy u bae <3

Yeah, I do know. I’ve seen your text conversations with Chowder.

As casually as he could manage, Nursey moved his arm from behind the couch, tilted sideways, and leaned his head against Dex’s shoulder. As if by reflex, Dex draped his own arm over Nursey’s shoulder in response. They could probably play this off as platonic, if they wanted to. Ransom and Holster did worse all the time.

Nursey started to lose track of the movie, devoting most of his attention to chirping Dex via text instead. When his neck started to get stiff from leaning onto Dex’s shoulder, he shifted so that he was lying mostly on Dex’s lap instead. None of the others commented, so he figured they were safe. Dex began to run his hands through Nursey’s hair, his long fingers tangling in Nursey’s curls, and it became increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open.

The next thing Nursey knew, the room was dark and someone was shaking his shoulder. “Hey, Nursey,” Dex murmured. “The movie’s over. Let’s go home.”

“Mmh,” Nursey mumbled. He tried to bury himself deeper into Dex’s lap but Dex just shook him harder.

“Nursey. Babe. Everyone else already went to bed.”

“But I don’t want to…” he whined. “Can’t we just sleep here tonight?”

“Here? On this biohazard of a couch?”

Ugh. Dex had a point.

“Fine,” Nursey sighed, picking himself up off of Dex’s lap and groaning. Fuck, it was going to be hell to walk all the way back to his dorm. He couldn’t wait until one of them got dibs next year. Dex got to his feet and offered Nursey a hand, and he took it, letting Dex pull him most of the way off the couch.  He kept Dex’s hand in his as they left the living room and headed for the front door.

“God, you’re really fucking clingy,” Dex commented, slipping into his shoes. “You better not sleep on top of my arm again tonight.”

“Baby, that was one time,” Nursey said, regretfully letting Dex have his hand back to put on his jacket. “One time in the two months we’ve been dating.”

“Once is still too many times. I couldn’t feel my arm for like, an hour after you did that.”

“Babe, can’t you just let that go? Don’t you love me?”

“You know I love you, but—” Dex stopped, staring at a point beyond Nursey’s shoulder. Nursey turned around, and—oh. Well then.

Apparently, when Dex had said that everyone else had gone to bed, he really meant that everyone else was in the kitchen, sharing one of Bitty’s pies, sitting only a few feet away from where he and Dex were currently standing and staring at them with an interesting variety of shocked expressions.

No one moved.

Usually, Nursey was a pretty reasonable and mature person—but not tonight. For some reason, the only solution his tired and mildly panic-stricken brain could come up with was “RUN.” Nursey caught Dex’s eye, and knew almost telepathically that Dex was thinking the same thing.

They flung open the front door and bolted.

“What the fuck are we doing?!” Dex laughed as they raced across the street and cut through the lawn of the LAX house. He sounded giddy and out of breath. “What the actual fuck? It’s midnight! We’re running!”

“I don’t know, just roll with it!” Nursey replied. They sprinted towards the bridge over the Samwell river, the echoes of their feet slapping against the pavement and their breathy laughter the only sounds on the empty street.

“I cannot believe we’re doing this,” Dex said.

“Hey, did you want to try to have that awkward conversation right then?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then I’m pretty sure this was the best solution,” Nursey grinned.

“And the most stupid solution.”

“Who cares? We’re in love. We get a free pass to be stupid.”

They slowed when they got to the bridge, coming to a stop at the apex and gazing out onto the still water side by side. It looked a little like a postcard, the moon and the streetlamps reflecting on river. Their dorm building wasn’t too far from here, but Nursey didn’t really want to leave just yet.

“Hey,” Dex said. Nursey turned, and even though it was dark, he could still see the fond look in Dex’s eye and the freckles on Dex’s cheeks.

“Hey yourself,” Nursey replied. Dex bumped his shoulder lightly.

“I was just going to say,” Dex murmured, “that if there was one romantic spot on this campus right now… it would probably be here.”

“You think so?” Nursey said, but Dex was right. The dim moonlight was making Dex’s skin look damn near ethereal. “Maybe we should rise to the occasion.”

They both leaned in for the kiss, meeting in the middle and slotting their lips together with a sigh. Dex felt warm, his breath still coming a little harder from all the running. He swiped his tongue across Nursey’s lower lip. The soft pressure of his mouth against Nursey’s was so fucking perfect, Nursey couldn’t help but melt into it.

They made out on the bridge for a little longer than was probably sensible, considering how cold and late it was. When they finally broke apart long enough to catch their breath, both their lips were swollen and tingling. Nursey had to stop himself from going back in for another round of kissing.

Dex leaned back against the stone ledge separating them from the river and pulled out his phone. “The group chat is on fire,” he said. “There are literally too many questions for me to read right now.”

“What are you writing?”

“Uh,” Dex paused. “How about, ‘We’re safe, we’re going back to the dorms, we’re sorry we ran out, and we’re dating’? Does that sound good?”

“Perfect,” Nursey grinned. A cold breeze blew over the water, making him shiver. “Let’s go. It’s cold.”

Dex nodded, and they started walking back to the sophomore dorms. “…Is your roommate home?” he asked after a moment.

“Dex!” Nursey said, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “I like your enthusiasm, babe, but I am fucking exhausted. It’s late, and we just ran most of the way home.”

“I wasn’t talking about—not tonight,” Dex said quickly, sounding flustered. “I meant… tomorrow…. In the morning, maybe….”

“Oh. Well, in that case. Yeah, my roommate’s gone for the weekend. He’s visiting his parents again.”

“Cool,” Dex said.

Nursey’s dorm room was dark and silent when he unlocked the door. It didn’t take either of them long to take off their clothes and slip under the covers. Nursey really hadn’t been kidding—he was exhausted. The warmth of Dex’s skin against his own was comforting, safe. Before long, his eyelids felt too heavy to lift, and his thoughts started to go down that scattered, disorganized route they always did just before sleep took him.

“Hey, Nursey?” he heard Dex whisper into the darkness.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love you.”

“And they say I’m the romantic….” Nursey mumbled. “Love you too, babe.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

And then, finally, he was asleep. In the morning, he and Dex would make out, maybe do a little more, and then they would fix things up with the rest of the team. Until then, though, he was going to rest. The world could wait until morning.

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Sugar❁Cookie pt. 6

Holy SHIZ. I just realised after re-reading pt. 1, that I made Jungkook underage for drinking when he's in a flippin university. Meaning that he's at least 18 if not 19. Let's just ignore that shall we? LOL. oops @mintyoongiees Σ(꒪ॢ∀꒪;)՞л̵ʱªʱª ↬Yoongi "This is it." A vague wave of the hand gestures to the whole room. "If there's any mess, sorry. I didn't exactly plan to take you here today." Jungkook scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "What? No!" Yoongi feigned hurt. "And here I was, believing that you had literally dragged me out of the café as something you and Bowl Cu- I mean Taehyung situated out. My dreams have been shattered." The mock upset hand on his chest added a superfluous touch. A peach flush brushed the younger boy's cheekbones at the mention of the previous incident. "Did you just call my best friend Bowl Cut?" "No." The senior denied, not making eye contact. "You definitely did." The freshman countered. "I'm so telling him that." A laugh escaped and Yoongi's body relaxed the first time since the thick tension had been introduced. "This is...what is this?" Yoongi questioned, holding up what appeared to be a sketchbook. "Oh, I doodle random things in there time to time." A shrug. Cups clattered in the kitchen, Jungkook fetching water to drink. Studying the room that looked similar to an apartment, he sat down on the couch. "Do you live here alone? Or do you have a roommate?" "Actually, Taehyung is my roommate." Yoongi crinkled his nose in confusion. "You would think that the place would be messier if that was the case." A chuckle, then footsteps heading towards the living room. "He doesn't stay here. Even though the room belongs to both of us he stays somewhere else." "Why's that?" A pause, hesitation. "He prefers to stay with....his...partner." "You sound disgusted. Is this you trying to tell me that he's a stripper?" "I-What?!? No! He's not!" Jungkook stuttered, almost letting go of the cups in disbelief. "It's more like he parties a lot and he has a 'stand' with the person. If you know what I mean." The blush encroached further in. "And he used to bring them here but I told him that if he wasn't home by the time I got to the dorm, I was as going to lock the door." He shrugged, sitting beside the older boy once he set the glasses down. "So now he sleeps at whoever's house he's....planning to...have a 'stand' at. "Geez kid, you sound like a freshman of high school not university the way you're acting about a 419." Puzzled eyes. "419?" "It's code for 'For One Night'. It's sounds alike." Yet again, the flush. "Oh." Jungkook's eyes lowered to his hands where his fingers tugged at each other nervously. "You....you sound as if you're experienced in this." Yoongi laughed. "I won't claim that I'm a saint, which you should have gathered by now. Don't know why one would think so in the first place. So to answer you, yes. I have a done a 419 before." Jungkook bit his lip. Yoongi tried to gauge his reaction, but he couldn't come up with what he could possibly be thinking. Maybe he thinks I'm a slut. "If you're one of those 'save it till marriage' believers, sorry to have offended you." The apology came out awkward and stiff. It sounded half-thought out. Cheap and without sincerity. Inwardly, he cringed. "U-no- I um-no." The freshman coughed, hands now apprehensively wringing instead of just fidgety tugging. "No it's okay. It didn't offend me or anything." Greeeaaaat....hello thick atmosphere. I see that you came around for round two. "Kookie! My man!" Taehyung's voice shattered the dismayed ice frosted between them. "So I have to tell you this aweso-oh well hello~" he stared at the senior, eyebrow raised. Yoongi felt the excruciating urge to leave. "Hey I gotta go. I've got class in a couple of minutes." He lied, standing up and glancing at Jungkook. "I'll meet up with you later." "R-right. Yeah." The younger student rubbed the back of his neck. "Bye." Swiftly going past the (Freshman? Sophomore? He still didn't know,) he exited; closing the door and drawing in a deep breath then releasing it, throat tight. Nothing like your mouth ruining whatever good impression you had. ↬Jungkook "Bye-" but it was too late. The door had shut with a click. The boy sighed. "Wow. I didn't expect you to be able to get him alone in your room that fast." His best friend whistled approvingly before gulping the water Jungkook had originally set out for Yoongi. "You work more quickly than I thought you did." "Okay, what the actual hell do you even mean?" Jungkook sputtered, eyes blinking rapidly. "Puh-lees bro, it's okay. It's not like I can tell anyone about it. We don't exactly have the same contacts. Nobody I know knows you too. Besides Jimin," he added before continuing. "And Yoongi. But don't worry, I didn't plan to tell him either unless you want me to." A suggestive wink followed suit. "Tell them what?" "You don't have to act dumb Kookie." Taehyung set a hand on the younger boy's shoulder in a possible attempt of being supportive. "We've been best friends for what....how long? If you've got a crush on the guy, go for it. Before someone else snatches that fine piece of work." Jungkook sat there. Speechless. Eyes almost frantic. "And trust me about this. It's happened to me before. With looks like those there's no way that he doesn't have people lined up for him. Not to mention with that type of ass." A pause which gave chance for a dreamy look and-was he fucking licking his lips!? "Are....are you suggesting-" he faltered. He could feel his ears burning. He wouldn't be surprised if the tips had charred to black. "That I have a crush on Yoongi!?" This earned a look that could only amount to 'have you not been listening?' "That's-that's impossible! I-I'm not gay!" His sentences were stumbling as he babbled on. "I do not want something in my ass thank you very much!" "I don't know where you get the idea," Taehyung grimaced playing with his pair of dorm keys as he leaned on the kitchen counter. "Probably from your 'straight' friends," he made quotation marks in the air, as if his teammates' sexuality was in question. That the image they presented of them liking girls was a lie, or fraudulence. "But not all gay or bi men like to stick something up their hole. There's two sides to a coin, it takes a pair to tango-" he paused, "wow that sounded smart of me. Anyways, take me for example. I've never had anything up my ass." Jungkook didn't think that it was possible for him to be more shocked than he was. Taehyung had always been one to prove him wrong for anything. "Wait...don't tell me that you thought this whole time I was the one getting pounded." He had never wanted to cover his ears more in his life. He had gotten used to Taehyung's crude language, but they had never openly talked about his 'stands' since the night he told him to take it elsewhere. That was 5 months ago. "I try not to think about it at all." Did he still have ears? He wouldn't be surprised if they had burst into flames during his stupor and flouted off as ash. A jarring understanding hit him. No. More like thrashed into him. "Whoa whoa WHOA. So you're telling me to fuck in Yoon- I'm not going-I can't-" He stuttered, getting up and heading to his room. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to you degrade my hyung like that." "It's okay if you want to Kookie! There's nothing wrong with it! Especially with a man as hot as that!" Calling after him, Taehyung's giggles seemed to follow and slide under the peep of the door even when he closed it. Rubbing his face and leaning against his door, he realised how hot his temperature was. Maybe I'm getting a fever. But his mind told him otherwise. It whispered truths to him that he had slammed down so many times. Jungkook didn't like guys. He didn't do liking men. He wasn't gay, he really wasn't. Just the thought of kissing someone of the same gender—it brought a shudder to his body. He refused to contemplate what Taehyung had said. The logic was simple. It wasn't true. It was a falsehood, a falsity, forgery, fiction, a fabrication, deceit, a-a.... He swallowed and stared at the ground. Jungkook couldn't come up with any more words to hide the calumniation he was repeating to himself. ■ The next day ■ ↬Yoongi "That kid is one strange handful." "Yeah, bet you would know how a handful of him would feel like." "Yoongi." A sigh. "Joking of course. Sorta." "Anyways, he's really weird. Meanwhile you and Coconut Head over there-" A snort shot espresso up Yoongi's nose. FUCK. "SHIT-" he coughed, banging on his chest with a fist. Gaining composure, he turned to Namjoon. "Did you just call him a fucking coconut head!?" Embarrassed hesitation then an indignant statement. "Yeah, so what? Got a problem? It's not like I got a name before you were just whisked out of there as if you got spirited away! So what the hell else am I supposed to call him?" Laughter bubbled out of the senior. "I don't know, I honestly don't know. I also don't know what's funnier. The fact that the name makes sense or the fact that Kim Namjoon philosopher-to-be came up with it. I mean, one would think you would create something more profound than that." Namjoon sniffed, peeved. "I didn't think that you could know such a word. Profound." "What the hell? Fuck you. That isn't even a big word." Yoongi threw a pillow at him. The two of them were once again hanging out at the studio, classes just having ended. The day was Thursday, which meant that they would have a free day off tomorrow. "What do you wanna do." "What?" "For tomorrow. What do you want to do?" Yoongi switched from his back to his side, leaning heavily on the beanbag. It didn't actually belong to the studio, but they kept it in a compartment so that no one else would find it and was brought out only after class. "I dunno. We could just go to my place." Shrugging indifferently, Namjoon fiddled with his pencil, tapping the music sheet with the eraser. "Play games, compose music, the usual." "Excuse me?" A feminine voice cut through, almost melodious. The men switched their focus to the girl grasping papers in her hand and tapping her toe insecurely. Standing up, the male students smiled politely, their real personalities masked with the facade of courtesy. "How may we help you miss?" The junior raised his eyebrows, face inviting. "A-actually, I was hoping to talk to him." She peeked over the sheets. "Alone if that's alright?" Yoongi nodded affirmatively. "Sure thing. I'll be right there." The female student beamed and scurried out, her faint perfume leaving a trace of her presence behind. "You know what it's going to be about, right?" Namjoon reclined back on his swivel chair staring at the ceiling blankly. "Yeah. Pain in the ass." He grumbled in return, ruffling his hair and walking out. "I'll be right back." "Try not to be too rough." "Can't make any promises you know that, but I'll make an effort." Outside the fellow music major student held onto her papers tightly, her gaze down and shoes scuffling. "Hey, so, what do you need?" He strived to sound professional as if he was expecting her to hand him homework and ask for help rather than what she obviously came for. She bit her lip (which...by the way....who did that remind him of-) and spoke. "I like you!" "Hyung!" He froze. Glanced up. And there he was. At the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time. Shit.

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Lesson 3.2 Pairing:  Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count:  5,034 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…

Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing this!

In his lifetime, Bakugou had made a lot of dumb mistakes. He would never admit to said mistakes, but they happened from time to time. In a way, he supposed burning down the sports equipment shed was one of those mistakes.

But when he felt the pressure of Uraraka's lips on his own... he wondered how much of a mistake it truly was.

Of course, kissing her again was also a mistake... maybe. Probably.

Fucking distractions.

She just... looked so damn cute all angry and pissed off. And the tension. Fuck, he could've cut it with a damn knife.

Doing the tango was much better for them yes, but boy did it not help when it came to how much he wanted her. His fingers occasionally would brush over the upper curve of her ass. He could feel her breath tickle his lips, her brown eyes so close to his...

And she was an idiot if she thought he didn't notice how she moved in a little closer every time, or how her eyes flicked to his lips.

She wanted to kiss him too.

So when she was yelling, all pissed off and cute, Bakugou grabbed her face and kissed her. It couldn't be helped.

She was addicting, her lips were addicting, and she was such a damn distraction, but Bakugou was truly starting not to care.

 "But I... I like... being distracted by you..."

He couldn't believe he actually said that shit to her. How fucking lame. He was stuck doing these lessons anyway. He wouldn't be able to move on until he won her fucking forgiveness, but now he was starting to wonder if he would ever be able to move on.

And then he thought maybe they needed to just... fuck and get it out of the way, since clearly he wanted to. From the way she acted when he kissed her, he had a feeling she wanted to too.

 "I want it to be because I like you and care about you!"

But why the hell did she have to go and say that!?

It threw him completely off guard. Mostly due to words that lingered on his own tongue... ones he was unable to say.

 "I like you too."

If he said that... it meant caving into his desires... it meant he would let her be a distraction. He would never return to his intense level of focus on rugby at this rate.

But he felt such a pull to her... even now walking back to his dorm room, he kept fantasizing about what would've happened if he walked her home. She said she wouldn't kiss him again until after the competition since she was still mad at him. But he wondered how true that was. She kissed him tonight, multiple times.

His feet stomped against the ground, the leaves crunching under his boots. The fall air was growing colder, crisper, and he wondered if the first snow would arrive soon. Snow meant rugby practice would be held inside, something he wasn't looking forward to. Hopefully the snow would stay away until colder months.

He glanced towards her dorm, wondering if she made it back yet. Their campus was small and safe, there was no need to walk her back... but he wanted to... if only to push her against that wall again and...

No.

There were too many other things to focus on now... besides school and rugby, he now had the competition. He decided, if he was going to do this whole dance thing, might as well do it to the fullest. Bakugou Katsuki didn't half ass anything, and especially if there was going to be a freaking competition involved.

He kicked his boots against the wall, knocking the dirt off before heading inside of the dorm. He swiped his card, opening the door to see Kirishima slouched over his desk, completely asleep. Bakugou scoffed, clicking his tongue. This was why the idiot always failed everything cause he couldn't stay awake while studying.

"Oi," he said, poking the back of Kirishima's head. "Sleep in your bed, dumbass."

"HUH!?" Kirishima jolted up, his eyes blinking as he turned to see Bakugou standing over him. "B-Bakugou?! Wait... what time is it?"

"Almost 10. What the hell you doing?"

"I was studying but... I got pretty damn bored. Science is not my thing."

Bakugou wondered if any class was really Kirishima's 'thing'.

"Right. Go to bed, idiot."

"Okay, okay," Kirishima sighed, stretching up as he pushed himself out from the chair and away from his desk. "How was practice?"

"...fine," he grunted, flopping down at his desk. He had a test tomorrow, one he only partially studied for, not that he really needed to... but the last time he didn't study he accidentally flopped a math test he should've easily passed. The last thing he wanted was Aizawa telling him to take study sessions with fuckin' Deku again.

"Fine?" Kirishima smirked, leaping onto his bed. He had a surprising amount of energy for someone who had just been abruptly woken up.

"Yeah. Fine," Bakugou huffed.

"I think that's the best review you've given your dance lessons so far!" he laughed, folding his hands under his head. "Did you kiss her again?"

Bakugou cleared his throat, looking to him awkwardly. "The fuck you talking about?!"

"Well normally you come in all pissed after dancing, but you seem really chill tonight. I just assumed that meant you guys kissed or something!" Kirishima laughed.

"...Shut the fuck up..." Bakugou said.

"So you did! Are you guys finally together? I'm happy you're getting over yourself," Kirishima sighed happily.

"We're not fucking together! Even if we did kiss once or twice or whatever... doesn't mean we're dating!"

"Okay, okay. I just hope eventually you'll walk in here and tell me you two are together and I'll finally feel at peace," Kirishima said.

"Get over it. It's not gonna happen!" he snapped, flopping down onto his own bed.

Even if he was starting to feel like maybe that was what he really wanted.

~~

"I kissed him," Uraraka whined, folding her entire body over the table.

"What!? Uraraka-san! You said you weren't going to do anything like that!" Iida replied, gesturing wildly.

"I'm glad she finally took my advice!" Mina said, tapping her fork against the edge of the plate.

"What was your advice?" Deku asked, glancing at Uraraka.

"To just do whatever she wanted!" Mina laughed, shoving some of the eggs into her mouth.

"Ah! But your resolve Uraraka-san!" Iida cried out dramatically.

"I-I know..."

Their breakfast group was smaller than normal since Momo and Todoroki went to the dance studio earlier to work on a variety of things. The two usually disappeared when the end of the semester and competitions drew close, spending all their free time working on their dancing.

Uraraka silently wished she could get Bakugou to feel the same.

Still, she knew it wasn't fair to expect him to give up rugby. Even watching him the one time she had, she could tell he adored the sport. The fire which often glistened in his eyes when he was so determined was apparent to her that day. As much as she hated the idea of how violent the sport was, she kind of wanted to watch him again, if only to see him so passionate.

Well, she had seen him look that way a few times before. Bakugou didn't enjoy half-assing things... so often times she would catch glimpses of determination in his eyes, whether it be when they were dancing or... making out.

"Are you okay, Uraraka-san?" Deku asked, gently touching her shoulder.

She let out a squeak, being pulled from her thoughts.

"Yes!" she gasped. "I uh, well... I feel a little silly is all I guess."

"This is why you need to keep your resolve strong!" Iida nodded.

"I wish I was as good as you Iida-kun," Uraraka sighed, looking down at the food on her plate. She was a mix of anxious and hungry. The more she thought about kissing Bakugou the stupider she felt. She couldn't do that anymore, as much as she wanted to.

She felt a little foolish, but even with the whole competition thing... if he would just ask her out on a real date, she probably would've accepted his apology far sooner. She was so tired of him dancing around his feelings.

"Oh my gosh, don't look so sad. So you kissed a boy you like. Big deal!" Mina scoffed, waving her hand up and down. "You should do what I told you and enjoy it. Right now you probably could get him to do whatever you wanted."

Uraraka didn't know how she felt about that. She was already getting what she wanted by having him do the competition.

"But... I wanted him to think I wasn't going to do anything like that until after he actually did what I asked of him!" she whined, dropping her head to the table.

"Don't worry, Uraraka-san, Kacchan agreed to it! He won't back out now," Deku reassured her.

"Yeah, I didn't... think he would at this point," she muttered.

Admittedly, she was mostly worried they would both get far too distracted at this point. Whenever he kissed her she seemed to lose control of her mind, wanting to give herself completely to him. But really the most important thing to her was getting him confident enough for the competition.

Or, well, confident enough with dance. Bakugou Katsuki had plenty of confidence. But she wanted him to excel at this.

"No way! Plus, despite what he may say or do, he does like you."

"I know," Uraraka admitted. "Bakugou-kun doesn't do things he doesn't want to do."

"No," Deku laughed, "he really really doesn't. Still, Uraraka-san, I want Kacchan to treat you better. He's been... very rude to you."

"I know," she sighed. "That's another reason I feel stupid! I know he's not a bad guy, but I also know he's not a good one either... at least the way he acts."

"Mmm," Mina hummed. "Kiri-kun said Bakugou only really knows one emotion and it's anger."

"That's definitely true," Deku agreed. "He has... an overwhelming amount of emotions, but it always comes out as anger. It's like he doesn't fully understand how to process anything else."

"I'm sure a lot of his frustration is coming from liking you so damn much and not knowing what to do it with it, or how to handle it!" Mina giggled. "I can just see him all tortured in his room, staring at his hands like... 'what do I do with these emotions I feel for the most adorable girl I've ever encountered!'" Mina's Bakugou impression wasn't very close to him, but Uraraka couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh stop it! I doubt I'm the most adorable girl he's ever encountered." As she spoke her cheeks grew redder and redder.

"You are very cute, Uraraka-san!" Iida nodded, saying it as if it were a fact.

"Mmm..." Deku tapped his chin. "To be honest, I've never seen Kacchan act about anyone the way he acts about you. I think that's part of why he's having such a difficult time with it. It's something he's never really experienced."

"How cute! His first love!" Mina sighed dreamily.

"L-Love!? Please Mina it's nothing like that!" Uraraka said, waving her hand quickly.

"You never know," she said, her voice humming in a teasing sing-song tone.

"Love is a very complex emotion. I could see why Bakugou would find it difficult to comprehend," Iida said, tapping at his chin.

"You guys!" Uraraka flailed. "I really just think it's a simple crush!"

"You're right. How could someone fall in love that fast?" Iida chuckled.

"Yeah, Kacchan probably couldn't process it as love anyway!" Deku laughed with him.

Uraraka tried to calm her heart down, but it wouldn't stop fluttering in her chest. Love?! That was too intense of an emotion. It was something she never even considered.

~~

When Bakugou agreed to the competition, Uraraka decided it would not be good for him to practice everyday. She didn't want him getting burned out or injured and between dance practice and rugby, she felt it would be too much.

Bakugou disagreed of course, but he supposed in the end he was thankful for it, since it gave him time to do what he was now about to do.

He shouldn't have been in the dance building on a Tuesday but he stood outside the door, about to swallow his pride so far down he was certain it no longer existed.

He swung the door open, and dropped his bag on the floor. "Oi," he growled, looking at the obnoxious boy standing towards the front of the room. "I'm on time, just like you said. I don't know why the hell you thought I would be late."

"I dunno. Seemed like something you would do," Todoroki sighed.

"I'm always on time to shit," he grumbled, yanking the shoes out of his bag. He plopped his ass to the ground, and began to tie them up.

"You're more straight-edge than I thought," Todoroki smirked.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" he snorted, stomping angrily to the middle of the room.

"You seem like a delinquent," Todoroki stated bluntly.

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched. "... I'm... on a fucking scholarship you asshat! Just because I don't dance around all prissy and shit like you doesn't mean I'm a delinquent!"

"It's not about your extracurricular activity choice, it's about how you act."

"Shut the fuck up, Half and Half! I didn't come here to argue with you."

He was about to regret these damn extra lessons. The day prior, when fuckass Todoroki kept calling his ass out, Bakugou called him into the hallway.

"Look," he'd said, "you always have shit to say and I fucking hate it."

"Ah-"

"But you seem to know what the fuck you're doing and I want this dance to be fucking perfect. I'm not messing around. So teach me how to lead better or whatever!"

"You want me to teach you?" Todoroki had looked confused, unsure if Bakugou was serious about wanting his help.

"Yeah, I want you to fucking teach me how to be a better lead... for... for her," he had muttered.

"You really like her." Fuck it was so embarrassing, but he was determined to be the best at this fucking competition. He wasn't going to let anyone get the best of him, even if that meant sucking up his pride to take advice from fucking Half and Half.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled, but then glanced towards the door. "I swear to fuck if you tell her or anyone else-"

"It's fine, Bakugou. Meet me here tomorrow around 9. I'll send Momo home. Don't be late."

So that was why he stood in the middle of the dance floor on a night when he technically wasn't supposed to be there.

He was getting extra lessons from Todoroki.

"Are you ready?" Todoroki asked, standing expectantly in the middle of the room. "I hope you realize what me 'tutoring' you entails."

Bakugou flared his nostrils, maybe he didn't want to do this anymore. Maybe he should fuck around and just deal with learning from Uraraka. She was a far better teacher anyway. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah it means you telling me what to do."

"And also dancing with you," Todoroki added.

"So? Just fucking teach me Half and Half."

Todoroki nodded. "Right. Okay. Get into position, as if you were about to start to dance with Uraraka-san."

Bakugou frowned, but did as he was told, hold one arm out curved and the other straight out.

"Sloppy," Todoroki stated.

"Oi-!"

"Stand up straighter. Everything should look tighter," he explained, and stood next to him taking the same position. "You look like this." He stood relaxed, and Bakugou didn't wish to say anything out loud, but Todoroki did look very lazy... compared to how he normally looked when he danced with his shitty girlfriend. "When I go to start with Momo, this is how I look." He stood up straighter, his legs looking longer. His back arched slightly, and it looked as if he were clenching his ass so damn hard.

"You try."

Bakugou let out a huff of air, trying to copy Todoroki's movements, however his spine leaned far back, and for a moment it didn't look like he as standing up tall but rather standing on his toes. He squeezed his butt muscles, trying to make everything look tighter as Todoroki instructed.

"No," Todoroki sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I don't get why you're squeezing your butt so hard."

"I-I'm not squeezing my damn ass! I'm copying you! This is what you were doing!" His red eyes glared at Todoroki hard.

"No," Todoroki repeated. "I'm going to fix you."

"What?"

"Just stay still."

"Oi! What are you-"

Ignoring him, Todoroki placed his hand on Bakguou's abs and lower back, adjusting his spine. "Keep your stomach tight, not your ass, and straighten out your legs. Keep your head lifted, and your gaze locked on hers." He explained, pushing his fingers against the back of Bakguou's head to put in the right place.

"Arms need to be tighter too. You're guiding her and while you want to give her the freedom to move because you're showing her off, you want to make her feel safe enough to do so."

Bakugou's arms trembled and his stomach clenched so hard he wondered if he would throw up. "Is this really the fucking position?" he choked out.

"You're supposed to breathe."

"Doesn't feel like I fucking am..."

"Breathe, Bakugou," Todoroki sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Right. Whatever. How long have you fucking been doing this shit?!" he glares, still holding his arms in his position.

Todoroki looked down, not wanting to meet Bakugou's questioning gaze. "Since I was a child. My father is a famous ballroom dancer. I've been learning since I was a young boy."

"Wow so really you're a cheater," Bakugou snorted, still holding his arms awkwardly.

Eyes narrowing, Todoroki pointed to the door. "If you came here to insult me, you can leave."

Bakugou let his arms flop by his side, his spine slouching. Jesus it was a fucking uncomfortable position. "You're so fucking sensitive all the damn time, Half and Half."

"Shut your mouth. I've worked hard, harder than you realize, to separate myself from my father. I want nothing to do with him and his career. I am making my own path. Everything I've done is based upon my own skill and merit," he hissed.

"Touchy subject," Bakugou said.

"You asked me for my help. I am giving it. But I won't if you insult me. Unlike Uraraka, I have no reason to put up with you," he stated blankly.

"This is why people think you're a fucking snob," he scoffed, folding his arms.

"I don't care what people think of me. I came to this school to dance with Momo. If she is happy, I am happy."

Bakugou curled his lips up. "So you dance to keep your shitty girlfriend impressed?"

"Never call her 'shitty' again," Todoroki growled, stepping towards him. "I dance for both of us. She is the reason I fell in love with dance again."

"I didn't ask for your fucking sob story," Bakugou said, folding his arms. "Let's get a move on-"

"Tell me first. Why are you doing this? You already told Uraraka you didn't wish to be her partner. What good are you doing if you are just getting her hopes up only to crush them again?"

Bakugou let out another growl. "I need her to forgive me and she told me this was the only way she would even consider forgiving me."

"Forgive you?"

"I can't... I can't fucking focus!?" he yelled, slamming his foot into the ground. "At rugby practice I hear the fucking waltz music she played. I can picture her dancing in the fucking space. I can see her body... At night, I try and do my work and the music comes back, and I can feel her fucking hands ghosting over mine!" He ran his hand through his blond hair in aggravation. "She's a fucking distraction and I need her to stop making me feel damn guilty!"

He turned away, turning his back to Todoroki. He couldn't look at him and continue with what he was going to say. "Even when I'm here, trying to focus on what's gonna make her fucking feel better, she distracts me by wanting me to fucking kiss her!"

Behind him, he heard Todoroki click his tongue.

"Her accepting your apology isn't going to fix this problem," Todoroki said.

"HAH!?" Bakugou yelled, whipping his head around to glare at the other boy.

"You like her. It's not a problem or a distraction, you have a crush."

"A crush is a distraction!"

"Only if you make it one," Todoroki shrugged. "If you just admitted you have a crush and asked her out, it would make things easier. You wouldn't think about her as much because she would be your girlfriend."

"Idiot. I'd think about her more!" he scoffed. What a dumb suggestion.

"Maybe. But it would be different. Your mind would stop thinking about random 'what ifs' because you would be doing the things your mind keeps focusing on. Right now you're caught in limbo, and I'm sure it's making things far more confusing than you need them to be," Todoroki stated.

Bakugou clenched his fists. He supposed shitty Half and Half did have a point. If he and Uraraka were actually dating... he could kiss her all her wanted. His mind would probably stop thinking about it so much, because he could do it whenever he wanted it. It would be far less of a problem. The indecision and the mystery of what would happen if they kept kissing, kept touching... he would know... could have it whenever he wanted...

"It doesn't fucking matter," he spat out before he could really formulate an intelligent response.

"You're so quick to assume-"

"No," he snapped. "It really doesn't fucking matter... she told me she wasn't going to forgive me or do anything else with me until after this competition. So even if I tried to ask her out on a fucking date, she's just gonna say no." Plus, he had no idea how to ask her out, even if he fucking wanted to. He probably would make himself look like a fucking idiot.

"Ah. So that's the real reason you asked me for my help."

"HAH!?"

"If you do well in this competition, you could ask Uraraka-san out on a real date because she'll forgive you."

"...Think whatever the fuck you want, Half and Half."

However at this point, Bakugou was starting to think he was right. If they did well at the competition and she actually offered her forgiveness... he could ask her out on a real date.

A smug smile pulled across Todoroki's lips. "Alright, I get it," he sighed. "We'll continue with the private lessons."

"Were you fucking testing me?!" Bakugou snapped, thrusting his fist towards Todoroki's face.

"Basically," he smirked. "Why should I waste my time if you're just going to upset Uraraka-san again?"

"I'm... The whole point of this damn shit is to not upset her! Why the fuck would I ask you to do this shit if I was just gonna fuck shit up again!" he yelled.

"I don't know. There is a part of me that assumes even if you try you will probably 'fuck shit up again'," he teased.

"Shut the fuck up Half and Half and let's deal with this stupid posture bullshit again! I'm sick of wasting time talking to you!" Bakugou immediately got into position again, waiting for Todoroki to instruct him.

He hated having to listen to the asshole... and knowing he would have to meet a few more times before he really got things down pissed him off. But... in the end it would help make him a better dancer... for her.

~~

When Bakugou returned to the room, Kirishima was nowhere to be found. Maybe the idiot finally tried studying in the library so he didn't fall asleep at his desk. Or maybe he was out with that pink-haired girl again. Honestly he was just thankful he hadn't brought the girl here.

He placed his bag down by the door and kicked his shoes off, stretching up. His back hurt, the muscles feeling tight after the training he did with Todoroki. The positions for dance were so fucking awkward, something his body wasn't used to at all.

He lay on his bed slowly, wincing at the aching muscles. Muscles he didn't even know existed hurt. He thought about Todoroki having done this his whole life, and he wondered if his body shaped into what it was today because of all his lessons as a child.

Maybe Bakugou's body wasn't built for it.

"I gotta fucking stretch," he growled, his body feeling tense while he lay in bed.

He rolled over, practically dropping onto the floor as he stretched his legs out. Shit he really looked like one of those loser dancers. Soon he was going to be as pretty as fucking Half and Half.

He reached his hands forward, his back tensing at the movement. It was a throbbing pain, but it felt nice. He probably should stretch more often if he was going to do all this dance shit. The last thing he needed was a fucking injury.

He moved his fingers against the carpet and pouted his lips. He couldn't stop thinking about what Half and Half said... about upsetting Uraraka again. The last thing he wanted was to make Cheeks cry. It would kill him if he did that again.

He growled, reaching up towards the ceiling, his back muscles aching. Maybe he should just fucking ask her out. Screw the fucking competition and waiting for it to be done.

But if she said no...

He leaned back against his bed, staring up the ceiling. He would feel like a fucking idiot if she said no after all this.

Why was dealing with women so damn hard?

He hated how right Todoroki was about his fucking brain making her a distraction too. Thinking about asking her out was now occupying most of the space in his brain. If he just did it, it would no longer be a thought on his mind. Fucking Half and Half and his fucking logic.

"Fucking stupid," he hissed, kicking his leg against the bedpost. The feeling shot up his foot, right up to his hip, and he let out an angry cry.

"Oh, hey! You're home already-PFFT What are you doing?!" Kirishima asked, standing in the now open door way, looking at Bakugou stretched out on the floor.

"OI! S-SHUT UP!" he yelled, pushing forward as he fell, rolling awkwardly to the side. He immediately recovered, jumping up. "I was fucking stretching!"

"Wow, you're a professional dancer now!" he laughed, shutting the door behind him as he unbuttoned his coat.

"I said, shut up, Spiky Hair!" he hissed.

"Calm down! It was a compliment," Kirishima chuckled. "You know, I'm happy to see you taking it so seriously. I thought you guys were only meeting a few times a week."

Bakugou clicked his tongue. "I... I'm getting extra lessons from Half and Half... "

"UWAH... WHAT!?" Kirishima made a loud noise and practically fell against his desk chair. "YOU ASKED HIM FOR HELP!?"

"...I SAID SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" he growled again.

"Wow! You're gonna be even better!" Kirishima laughed. "Seriously, I'm complimenting you, there's no need to get so angry!"

Bakugou rubbed his forehead. "I'm not... I'm not gonna do a bad job. I agreed to do this shit, so I gotta be the best fucking partner for her. She's good at teaching leading and shit but... he always opens his big fucking mouth with all this bullshit, so I had him fucking explain it instead!"

"You're gonna be a fuckin' champ bro!" Kirishima smiled, and Bakugou wished he wasn't so damn supportive and positive about it all. "I wanna see you dance!"

Bakugou's face immediately fell. "Absolutely fucking not."

"I'll come watch your competition."

"Don't you dare."

"Aw c'mon! Mina-chan will probably wanna go watch Uraraka-san as well!"

"No."

"It'll be so fun!" Kirishima laughed, sitting down at his desk. "You can't stop me, bro."

"I will fucking kill you!" Bakugou hissed.

"I wanna watch you either kick ass or... fall on your ass!" he teased.

"LIKE HELL THAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!" he yelled. "I'm gonna come in first, and then when everything is over I'm gonna ask her out on a real date and no one is going to get in my way!" he blurted out.

Kirishima blinked. "A real date? B-Bakugou! Are you really going to ask her out!?"

His eyes widened, realizing what exactly he said. "No. Shut up!"

"I heard what you said dude! Finally! We've all been waiting for this!"

He groaned. Kirishima would never leave him be until he actually admitted to what he was going to do.

"Fuck off," he growled. "She's not going to say yes until we beat the fucking competition, so I have to do a good fucking job."

"What? Really? You don't think she'd say yes right now?" he asked.

"Fuck no! She still hasn't forgiven me."

"Fair enough, you were a rude ass." Kirishima laughed.

"Yeah what the fuck ever. I want to be sure she says yes," he said, his voice quieter than normal.

Kirishima looked at him softly. "Hey man, she's gonna say yes, you don't have anything to worry about. Everyone knows you two like each other!"

"Whatever," he muttered.

He really had been an ass to her, so if she said no, he honestly wouldn't have fucking blamed her.

But shit... he wanted her to say yes.

And suddenly he realized, in the end, that was all he fucking wanted.