[ 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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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. ]