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[hot_handed]

[It shocks Katsuki too, at first. He's not used to that sort of reaction, from anyone, and he finds himself stilling- But he doesn't mind it, in fact it jolts something warm in his chest, and he strokes her cheek with his thumb without even thinking. From here, he thinks he can feel every breath she takes, picking up on hints of her shampoo as they sit there in near silence.

He doesn't want to pull away, but he doesn't want her to get an infection even more.]

Nothing. Don't move.

[He responds, already distracted, and walks off to the bathroom. The sound of running water can be heard and Katsuki comes back with a washcloth and first aid kit, sitting down across from Ochako.]

Hold out your feet.

[floatsaway]

[Bakugo repeats the action, and her breath hitches again, and she's not sure what to do, so Ochako just stays still and quiet, afraid any motion, any sound, may break whatever is caught up between them. That it might ruin this moment...whatever this moment even is.

She doesn't reply to him, just nods in response, and looks down at her feet a moment later, as if having forgotten she ran here in her pajamas...barefoot at that. Or maybe she forgot she even had legs, Ochako's gone somewhat numb - whether from the exertion, the exhaustion, or just...the sudden, dizzying realization of what she's feeling is anyone's guess. But as he leaves for the bathroom, Ochako's suddenly left alone with her thoughts, and they come crashing down on her like a wave.

She likes Bakugo. She likes Bakugo! That can't be right!! She's supposed to like Deku, and...a-and she does! Thinking about that sweet, smiling, freckled face - that gentle aura and how kind he is...it makes Ochako smile. But her hand reaches up and touches the same place where Bakugo's fingers brushed, and she lets out a soft sigh, that same wistful smile not fading, but growing.

But she can't like them both...can she?

Byt the time he comes back, Ochako's laying on her back on the couch, hugging one of the throw pillowsto her chest with her face mostly pressed into it, her bangs drooping over to hide her face. Looking up slowly, she lifts one of her legs, brows creasing.]

Thank you, Bakugo...kun... [She stares down at her feet, wondering how in the hell she's going to get back now. There's no way Bakugo's her shoe-size, not a chance in hell, and she refuses to let him go out to get her anything. She wants him right here. Maybe she'll order express delivery on her--...shit. His communicator, and pay him back. Ugh.] Sorry for the trouble...I-I didn't think again.

[hot_handed]

[The first thing Katsuki does is check Ochako's feet for any broken glass. Taking each foot into his hands to get a better look, he doesn't answer until he's sure that he won't have to use the tweezers, relieved that it only looks like a few pebbles got lodged during her trip here.

Now taking the washcloth, he starts to wash one foot of all dirt and debris, his movements carefully gentle. This is easy. Talking, acknowledging the sting that this was his fault is the true challenge.]

Don't apologize. I'm the one who fucked up.

[floatsaway]

[There's a tiny jerk, and a muffled squeak from Ochako when he takes her feet, her muscles tense. Not because it hurts - not yet anyway - but because, well...she's ticklish, and it's all she can do to keep still and let him work, which is vexing in and of itself. She didn't expect this from Bakugo of all people...but it's not too far off. He's always been a bit of a softie, deep down, and Ochako knew he was kind. Gentle...

She sucks in a breath, a hiss, biting into the fabric of the pillow because the tiny cuts and scrapes sting when he cleans them, but it's soothing afterwards and she exhales in relief when he's finished wrapping one, only to start the process anew with the other. At least this time, she can focus on the conversation a bit, and her hand reaches out, as she sits up, to pat his hair again. It's still a marvel at how soft it is.]

Stop that. [Blaming yourself. Ochako doesn't like it, and he's wrong. They were both wrong to blow up at each other.] You're trying to protect everyone, Bakugo-kun, and...a-and I didn't realize until I said some really hurtful things. I-I know we fight a lot, because...b-because we think different, but we always fix it. Or at least you try, and you feel bad, which lets me know you care. That's what I like about you...you're always moving forward. Unstoppable, and strong.

[My hero. When he's done with her other foot, Ochako crawls back to lean against his side, close to him, and hugs his waist, cheek against his bicep.]

So stop putting yourself down. You're allowed to make mistakes, just like everyone else. You don't have to do it all yourself.

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki stops for a moment, looking up at Ochako. Had he hurt her? She doesn't look hurt, not yet anyway. Going back to work, he bites his tongue when he hears that hiss of pain, glancing and seeing the tension in her expression. The faster and more thorough he was now, the less likely he'd have to do this again later.

He's convinced himself that he's only concerned because Ochako had gotten hurt on his behalf. But that doesn't explain the warm feeling his chest when she pats his hair again and he shuts his eyes for a brief moment, or his heart wrenching at her reply.]

It takes more than that to hurt me.

[He doesn't verbally acknowledge the rest of what she said. That she can see right through him, and understands his actions when his words and attitude don't match. He ignores the hot misting in his eyes, and the dam breaks when she hugs him, tensing at first and then relaxing, tilting his head to hide his face in her hair with a shuddering breath.]

...Thanks.

i made myself cry

[floatsaway]

[Ochako's lips turn up a little at Bakugou's first quip - she doesn't believe that for a second. She doesn't, anymore. He may put up a front, a show of how tough he is, but Bakugou's not bulletproof...he's still very human, and he can feel emotional and mental pain just as well, if not worse than physical. He thinks so highly of himself, acts that may, but...he's really scared under it all, isn't he? Maybe he tries so hard all the time, does so much and works so hard...is because he's scared.

That realization hurts, but his quivering voice and the tension in his body hurts even more. He shouldn't be scared, he shouldn't have to face everything alone..because he's not alone. He has her, and Deku, and everyone else here with him. Ochako herself came running, literally came running, because she refused to let him shoulder that burden alone. She shushes him, fingers still stroking through his hair as gently as she can, avoiding touching his with all her fingers, and she begins to hum softly.]

Shh...shh....

[The song has lyrics, she knows it does, but Ochako doesn't trust her voice right now - it's still too dry and hoarse, so she hums instead, eyes closed, but she feels the words in her heart:

If I could have just one wish I would,
Go back to who I was,
Back in time, just to sing...
Once again to you.]

You made ME cry

[hot_handed]

[He is scared. He's been scared for a while- fear isn't a new concept to him, but Shigaraki's arrival only re-opened wounds that had yet to scar over.

He's scared of not being good enough, strong enough, skilled enough because now it won't just be another blow to his ego. The people he cares about could get hurt. They could die. Memories become warped in his dreams and he can't rest, he can barely think.

But Ochako's voice is sweet and gentle when this world isn't. Her face is warm against him, and he finds himself leaning in closer. He's so tired. He shuts his eyes, his breathing beginning to even out. Before he knows it, his grip relaxes and he drops the washcloth, not caring about it for now.

When had his feelings begun to change about her? When had he started to see her as more than his equal and classmate?]

I'M SORRY ;;;

[floatsaway]

[Even after Bakugou's fallen asleep, Ochako continues her humming to him, but even she begins to feel the fatigue sink in, as if she were pulling it from Bakugou's tired body and into her own. It's fine, she can take it all away, he needs to sleep. Leaning back, so they can both lay down, Ochako moves some hair from his face and just watches a moment longer. Bakugou looks so sweet when he's asleep, so handsome...when he's not making those scary, ugly. ogre faces. Her lips lips into a loving smile, a whispered giggle escaping her lips as Ochako pulls herself into him, hugging him as if he were just another one of her stuffed toys.

He's so warm. Probably because of his quirk, but she finds that it's easing her to sleep as well, and yawns into his chest this time, exhaling all the exhaustion out. She doesn't want to sleep yet, wants to keep watch over him a little longer, just in case, take a picture of him with her eyes, and store it away in a folder in her heart, but alas, Ochako's too at peace, and his chest is so inviting. She nestles there, listening to the beat of his heart as her own eyes begins to hood slowly, the last image she sees before the river of dreams takes her away, is the soft and sweet face of her classmate. Her friend. Her newest, and most shocking crush...

Her dearest, most precious--]

Katsu...ki...

Re: I'M SORRY ;;;

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki is knocked out. All he registers is a pleasant, warm sort of darkness, and a distant light voice sometimes. He doesn't think about it. Doesn't worry. He's safe. He breathes softly, in and out, his arms moving on their own to wrap around her.

For once he doesn't dream.

It's at least a couple of hours later when he wakes up, and he reluctantly forces his eyes open because he can't remember the last time he felt this comfortable and he's not about to let go. There's something warm pressed against his chest, his arms still holding on tightly, and he glances down to see-

Oh. Fuck.

The fog begins to clear and his thoughts start racing, his face suddenly much warmer than it was before, and it was already pretty warm, so now his cheeks burn. Everything from that morning and later that day comes back to him. Their talk, the argument, the tears and then- Then they...

Shitshitshitshit. She was going to be so pissed when she woke up. Katsuki holds his breath and stares, before he realizes that's fucking creepy, so he just stares at the ceiling and tries to think about the best way to go about this.]

[floatsaway]

[And Ochako...is still sleeping soundly, even as Bakugou has his minor panic attack. She's nestled snugly in his arms, face pressed comfortably into his chest as she breathes in and out slowly, without a single care in the world. Her arms are wrapped around him loosely, fingers gripping into the fabric of his shirt (which may feel, uhh...a lot lighter, whoops), and her hair sticking up in one spot. Honestly, she looks very peaceful, comfortable, though she does shift a little when he moves.

Ochako's neither a light or heavy sleeper, but she was tired, and Bakugou's body is pleasantly warm and very snuggly. If he doesn't do anything to jostle her too much - or start screaming like a lunatic (as he is wont to do) - she's content to just continue snoozing. She does, however, move one arm from around him to lay on his abdomen, slightly beside her face, as she gives a tiny yawn.]

Mmmh...