[Illusion-san? It's better than him calling her by name, of course, but Ochako still feels something tighten inside of her. They don't talk all that often--which is definitely his fault, not hers--but in all of their conversations, she can't remember him ever classifying another girl as "cool." Everyone's lame to Bakugou. Everyone.
Except, apparently, Illusion-san. Who Bakugou is asking her if she wants to meet. She sucks in a deep breath, eyes widening in surprise.]
What? No! [Ooooh, that came out sounding... a little over the top. She feels her already flushed cheeks turn yet another shade darker, but she's going to try and play it off with a shrug and what she hopes is a very uninterested tone of voice.] We saw you two laughing, and no one's ever seen her around before, so everyone is just really curious!
[Ah, yes: "everyone," aka "I." She looks down at her empty cup, suddenly wishing she had something in it to distract her. But alas, there is nothing. Just her, an empty cup, and the alcohol inside her telling her that this is a great opportunity to just keep on talkin'.]
Look, she's cool. I'm saying that so it's true. [ because he's some kind of authority on the matter, judging people's character. anyway camie is being waylaid at the drinks by kaminari who is totally trying to hit on her, bakugou just stares at him with a dead-eyed look before glancing back at uraraka.
well... it's true she has a point, he doesn't laugh like that around them.
often or at all. or if he does, it's still kind of mean-spirited. he's trying. progress is a little difficult for him. and actually camie not being from their school kind of makes him feel a little more relaxed around her sometimes, as strange as it sounds.
he just looks at uraraka oddly, as if he hadn't actually realized this himself. ] Yeah, I guess I don't. Maybe I'd laugh more at you bastards if you could make illusions of dumbass shit. [ he has a kind of... asshole sense of humor, in a way, but honestly laughing at todoroki doing dumb shit is even a less asshole thing to laugh at than normal.
that said, he doesn't really think of that, he's a little distracted by how cute uraraka looks when she's pouting. though he's not exactly sure why. ]
You want to try to tell a joke or something? [ also when he's tipsy everything is just a little more hilarious than normal. ]
[He's not... really helping her feel better about this whole thing, and while she's sober enough to know that it isn't something he should have to do, she's just tipsy enough to wish that he would try. She just fumbles with her empty cup for a moment, unable to stop herself from giving it a pouty moue as the words, "Look, she's cool" echo through her head.]
I think we're funny, even if we can't make... illusions. [God, but listen to how carefully she had to say that word. But he wants her to make him laugh? Fine! She lifts her chin up the slightest bit, feeling that liquid courage kick in when she needs it most.] And I'll prove it!
[A joke? HA! She can tell a joke! She can tell the funniest joke ever, and she can do it without using illusions. It's going to come to her any minute now. Yep... any minute now...]
[And then Mina is yelling out the magic words--"SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN!"--and suddenly 1) everything makes sense and 2) Ochako feels all of that earlier confidence suddenly disappear.]
Us?
[She points to Bakugou, just to make sure, and... yep, Mina is nodding. More like jumping up and down in excitement, actually. And all Ochako can do is look up at Bakugou in complete and utter confusion.]
[ ashido is laughing her ass off as kirishima holds up two slips of paper between his fingers with a toothy grin. 'Sorry guys, we drew names and you two are first!' ]
The fuck kind of system is that? Oi-- [ he might actually like to either run or blast kirishima for this only... kirishima is blast-proof. how lucky for him. and kirishima helpfully drags him towards the closet while ashido tugs uraraka along for the ride.
anyway this is happening.
closet. seven minutes. in the dark, with uraraka.
the door clicks shut behind them and bakugou has to wonder how much punishment he'd get into if he blasts the door apart and whether it would be worth aizawa grounding him or sentencing him to cleaning again. ]
[The shock is too real--too numbing--for her to even try to fight back as Mina comes to grab her; she simply allows her friend to lead her right over to the closet, not even making a single peep of protest when people around begin to make obnoxious wolf-whistles as she's shoved directly inside. It's only when the door is shut and everything goes dark that Ochako finally comes back to reality. And... oh boy.
The closet is, like most closets, small, and she's suddenly very aware of Bakugou breathing somewhere beside her. He's close, which... isn't a bad thing, really. If she could ignore all of the people on the other side of the door and pretend like this was just something that happened organically, this wouldn't be a bad thing at all.
But... she can hear everyone milling around outside, and Bakugou isn't saying anything to her at all, and she's picturing just how he looked when he was laughing with that mystery girl. If she was in here with him, would he be laughing again? Would he be willing to kiss her?
...Ugh. Ochako huffs lightly in frustration, suddenly more annoyed than embarrassed.]
... No, I don't. [ he'd left it on the table... it was running close to empty anyway which was why camie had went off to fetch more.
anyway, he feels pretty damn sober right now, in close quarters with uraraka in the dark. probably the closest he's ever been to her and in this cramped space he's pretty hyper-aware of her presence, the smell of her shampoo and her hair tickling his cheek and neck. oh damn. ]
Fucking immature party game shit...
Want me to blast this open? [ ... why is he asking uraraka for permission. this might even betray some unconscious desire, that he's not doing so immediately or... maybe if he has her permission then she'd be an accomplice to him destroying property and any punishment he might get from it. ]
[He might feel sober, but she doesn't; in fact, the fact that it's so dark is actually making her feel slightly tipsier. It's ridiculous, really. This whole thing is ridiculous. She's not sure if she wants to laugh or cry or reach over and smack him, especially once he asks her if he can blow open the stupid door. There's not even a hint of curiosity as to why he's even asking, because it's so obvious: he just wants to leave as quickly as possible to be with her. Well, fine. She'll be just as contrary as he always is.]
No. [She leans back against the wall, trying to put as much distance between her and Bakugou as possible. It's not... a lot of space, but it's something.] It's only seven minutes, right? You can just wait.
[And so can she, she almost adds, but she settles for sulky silence instead.]
[ oh please... seven minutes just sitting on his ass in the dark when he's trapped here with uraraka.
who could do that?? maybe deku can, because deku's some considerate fucker, but considerate isn't anywhere near bakugou's vocabulary. and he's tipsy, and uraraka's hair smells so nice, and hell they were captured and put in here for a reason, and he's bored and impatient and impulsive at the worst of times--
he leans in straight towards her personal space. ]
[The gap between them is suddenly much smaller than she'd like it to be, and one hand instinctively shoots out to prevent him from closing it any further. It's just going to rest right there on his chest for a moment. Just... a few seconds, really. Ah, but he's so--
NOPE. She snatches her hand back as quickly as she can, glaring up at him. His stupid grin is fully visible, but she hopes her flaming cheeks are not.]
G-Get used to it!
[Now she's annoyed at him and at herself, but she knows better than to look away from him, or to try and shrink back even further. He definitely only moved closer because this whole thing is just another stupid challenge to him, and he's looking for some sort of reaction. Well, fine. She'll play! But she is not in a losing mood.]
[ aw, she's even stammering a little... she must be pretty damn tipsy. it's dark and there's limited light through the crack of the door but he knows without a doubt she must be blushing, he can practically hear it in the tremor of her voice. ]
Oh christ. That's going to be fucking boring, come the hell on...
It's just a shitty ass game. Ever kissed anyone before or what? [ like some kind of beast it's true, he scents reactions like these and it's practically irresistible. fine, not going to press the personal space thing, because he likes his too, but--it really is tempting. ]
[Her back stiffens as he asks that question, because really. Really. A question like that would normally leave Ochako a blushing, stammering mess, but all it does right now is rankle her even more.]
Why do you care? [It's a reflex, really, but one hand goes straight to her hip as she keeps frowning up at him. This is practically a fighting stance.] Even if I haven't, there's no way I'd kiss you.
[But there's totally a part of her brain saying, "Looook, Ochako, he's annoying and there might be another girl in the picture, but this is the perfect opportunity," and it's really hard to keep ignoring, so let her just. Dig her hole here..]
[Okay, well now she feels slightly... silly. Is he playing coy here? ...Wait a minute, this is Bakugou. He couldn't be coy if he tried. Narrowing her eyes, she tries to spot something--anything--on his face to give her a hint, but it's too dark to be sure of anything she's seeing. All she's really sure of is that the annoyance that's been continuously building up inside her this whole time is slowly beginning to ebb away.]
No! [Oh shoot, that just came right out.] I-I mean, that's not...
[She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.]
[ not being coy, just being a certified dumbass who legitimately has no idea he's supposed to be thinking of camie or anyone really. he actually wonders if it's ashido, but that's just... bizarre. the hell.
...... also he is actually someone who hates to lie. he is a contrarian and argues for the sake of arguing, he can practically feel the words 'fuck you, of course i do' on the tip of his tongue and then just barely manages to catch himself before he blurts it out like some idiot. fuck!! especially since it's basically the truth but--fuuuuck, she'd just said there's no way and now... what the hell. he hadn't actually noticed a tiny spark of something like hope burning in his chest, but it had been and... what the fuck is he trying to do about this now.
he'd kind of wanted to press this but maybe that would be too much of an asshole thing to do even for him. ]
You're making some real assumptions. It's pissing me off... [ if that's real rejection it stings even at his natural cockiness. ]
["Assumptions?" Her brow furrows in confusion as she tries to connect the dots here. Assumptions about what, exactly? Him not wanting to... oh. And now her eyes are widening in surprise, her hand leaving her hip to come cover her open mouth.
Oh.
Except... there's no way that can be true, no matter how badly her half-drunk self would like it to be. But then why would he say that? She stands there silently for a moment longer, thoughts swimming around in her head so quickly that she feels like she might be sick. She has to say something, right? She needs to say something.]
So...
[What a start! She's speaking slowly and quietly, completely unsure as to what she's supposed to say. This is new territory, and... oh boy, but it's awkward. She'll just have to... work it out as she goes...]
If I was wrong, then do you really want to... [GOD. She takes another deep breath.] What... do you want?
What do you mean, what do I want? [ it's something that hadn't occurred to him until just now, shoved into a position where the point of this whole pain in the ass game is to touch mouths with some idiot he couldn't give less of a shit about--
but this is uraraka, and he actually does give quite a lot of shits about her. which is probably why he wouldn't really make a move on her in the first place, but now to his slightly tipsy mind the thought of doing so is now just massively tempting, she is this close and it's slightly messing with him. only 'there's no way I'd kiss you' kind of repeats in his head because... that's actually kind of a blow to his ego. ]
I want you to tell me if you don't want this.
[ he wants to know what she'll do if he closes the distance, feel his way up her arm to her shoulder to her cheek so he could get a feel of where her face is before he double-guesses himself. and then he presses his mouth to hers, his lips are dry and the kiss is chaste but not particularly gentle, but apparently this is what he wants to do. ]
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Except, apparently, Illusion-san. Who Bakugou is asking her if she wants to meet. She sucks in a deep breath, eyes widening in surprise.]
What? No! [Ooooh, that came out sounding... a little over the top. She feels her already flushed cheeks turn yet another shade darker, but she's going to try and play it off with a shrug and what she hopes is a very uninterested tone of voice.] We saw you two laughing, and no one's ever seen her around before, so everyone is just really curious!
[Ah, yes: "everyone," aka "I." She looks down at her empty cup, suddenly wishing she had something in it to distract her. But alas, there is nothing. Just her, an empty cup, and the alcohol inside her telling her that this is a great opportunity to just keep on talkin'.]
And you don't... laugh like that around us, so...
[Well, someone's looking uncharacteristically sulky.]
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well... it's true she has a point, he doesn't laugh like that around them.
often or at all. or if he does, it's still kind of mean-spirited. he's trying. progress is a little difficult for him. and actually camie not being from their school kind of makes him feel a little more relaxed around her sometimes, as strange as it sounds.
he just looks at uraraka oddly, as if he hadn't actually realized this himself. ] Yeah, I guess I don't. Maybe I'd laugh more at you bastards if you could make illusions of dumbass shit. [ he has a kind of... asshole sense of humor, in a way, but honestly laughing at todoroki doing dumb shit is even a less asshole thing to laugh at than normal.
that said, he doesn't really think of that, he's a little distracted by how cute uraraka looks when she's pouting. though he's not exactly sure why. ]
You want to try to tell a joke or something? [ also when he's tipsy everything is just a little more hilarious than normal. ]
1/3 gotta take advantage of the icons
I think we're funny, even if we can't make... illusions. [God, but listen to how carefully she had to say that word. But he wants her to make him laugh? Fine! She lifts her chin up the slightest bit, feeling that liquid courage kick in when she needs it most.] And I'll prove it!
[A joke? HA! She can tell a joke! She can tell the funniest joke ever, and she can do it without using illusions. It's going to come to her any minute now. Yep... any minute now...]
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Us?
[She points to Bakugou, just to make sure, and... yep, Mina is nodding. More like jumping up and down in excitement, actually. And all Ochako can do is look up at Bakugou in complete and utter confusion.]
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The fuck kind of system is that? Oi-- [ he might actually like to either run or blast kirishima for this only... kirishima is blast-proof. how lucky for him. and kirishima helpfully drags him towards the closet while ashido tugs uraraka along for the ride.
anyway this is happening.
closet. seven minutes. in the dark, with uraraka.
the door clicks shut behind them and bakugou has to wonder how much punishment he'd get into if he blasts the door apart and whether it would be worth aizawa grounding him or sentencing him to cleaning again. ]
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The closet is, like most closets, small, and she's suddenly very aware of Bakugou breathing somewhere beside her. He's close, which... isn't a bad thing, really. If she could ignore all of the people on the other side of the door and pretend like this was just something that happened organically, this wouldn't be a bad thing at all.
But... she can hear everyone milling around outside, and Bakugou isn't saying anything to her at all, and she's picturing just how he looked when he was laughing with that mystery girl. If she was in here with him, would he be laughing again? Would he be willing to kiss her?
...Ugh. Ochako huffs lightly in frustration, suddenly more annoyed than embarrassed.]
Do you still have your drink?
[SHE NEEDS IT.]
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anyway, he feels pretty damn sober right now, in close quarters with uraraka in the dark. probably the closest he's ever been to her and in this cramped space he's pretty hyper-aware of her presence, the smell of her shampoo and her hair tickling his cheek and neck. oh damn. ]
Fucking immature party game shit...
Want me to blast this open? [ ... why is he asking uraraka for permission. this might even betray some unconscious desire, that he's not doing so immediately or... maybe if he has her permission then she'd be an accomplice to him destroying property and any punishment he might get from it. ]
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No. [She leans back against the wall, trying to put as much distance between her and Bakugou as possible. It's not... a lot of space, but it's something.] It's only seven minutes, right? You can just wait.
[And so can she, she almost adds, but she settles for sulky silence instead.]
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who could do that?? maybe deku can, because deku's some considerate fucker, but considerate isn't anywhere near bakugou's vocabulary. and he's tipsy, and uraraka's hair smells so nice, and hell they were captured and put in here for a reason, and he's bored and impatient and impulsive at the worst of times--
he leans in straight towards her personal space. ]
What if I don't feel like waiting?
[ his grin is sharp in the dark. ]
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NOPE. She snatches her hand back as quickly as she can, glaring up at him. His stupid grin is fully visible, but she hopes her flaming cheeks are not.]
G-Get used to it!
[Now she's annoyed at him and at herself, but she knows better than to look away from him, or to try and shrink back even further. He definitely only moved closer because this whole thing is just another stupid challenge to him, and he's looking for some sort of reaction. Well, fine. She'll play! But she is not in a losing mood.]
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Oh christ. That's going to be fucking boring, come the hell on...
It's just a shitty ass game. Ever kissed anyone before or what? [ like some kind of beast it's true, he scents reactions like these and it's practically irresistible. fine, not going to press the personal space thing, because he likes his too, but--it really is tempting. ]
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Why do you care? [It's a reflex, really, but one hand goes straight to her hip as she keeps frowning up at him. This is practically a fighting stance.] Even if I haven't, there's no way I'd kiss you.
[But there's totally a part of her brain saying, "Looook, Ochako, he's annoying and there might be another girl in the picture, but this is the perfect opportunity," and it's really hard to keep ignoring, so let her just. Dig her hole here..]
Plus it's not like she'd like it if I did.
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[ he actually... has no idea who she could be referring to. who the hell...
his ego is kind of bruised by that rejection too, ow, he has to admit it. ]
What, the thought of it is that disgusting?
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No! [Oh shoot, that just came right out.] I-I mean, that's not...
[She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.]
It's not like you really want to kiss me, anyway!
[Ah, yes. Deflection. The perfect strategy.]
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...... also he is actually someone who hates to lie. he is a contrarian and argues for the sake of arguing, he can practically feel the words 'fuck you, of course i do' on the tip of his tongue and then just barely manages to catch himself before he blurts it out like some idiot. fuck!! especially since it's basically the truth but--fuuuuck, she'd just said there's no way and now... what the hell. he hadn't actually noticed a tiny spark of something like hope burning in his chest, but it had been and... what the fuck is he trying to do about this now.
he'd kind of wanted to press this but maybe that would be too much of an asshole thing to do even for him. ]
You're making some real assumptions. It's pissing me off... [ if that's real rejection it stings even at his natural cockiness. ]
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Oh.
Except... there's no way that can be true, no matter how badly her half-drunk self would like it to be. But then why would he say that? She stands there silently for a moment longer, thoughts swimming around in her head so quickly that she feels like she might be sick. She has to say something,
right? She needs to say something.]
So...
[What a start! She's speaking slowly and quietly, completely unsure as to what she's supposed to say. This is new territory, and... oh boy, but it's awkward. She'll just have to... work it out as she goes...]
If I was wrong, then do you really want to... [GOD. She takes another deep breath.] What... do you want?
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but this is uraraka, and he actually does give quite a lot of shits about her. which is probably why he wouldn't really make a move on her in the first place, but now to his slightly tipsy mind the thought of doing so is now just massively tempting, she is this close and it's slightly messing with him. only 'there's no way I'd kiss you' kind of repeats in his head because... that's actually kind of a blow to his ego. ]
I want you to tell me if you don't want this.
[ he wants to know what she'll do if he closes the distance, feel his way up her arm to her shoulder to her cheek so he could get a feel of where her face is before he double-guesses himself. and then he presses his mouth to hers, his lips are dry and the kiss is chaste but not particularly gentle, but apparently this is what he wants to do. ]