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I'M TALKING ABOUT OUR LAWS!! [Ochako finally snaps - Ochako suddenly doesn't give a damn if he's not sleeping, or only running on two hours. She's tired too, and angry, and frustrated, and not sure how to handle him when he's like this because she just...she feels like she can't get through to him. They're too different. And it hurts, because it seems like they could never fit together as friends...that all this is just waiting for something to knock it over, like a fragile house of cards.] STOP PRETENDING LIKE THEY DON'T EXIST NOW THAT WE'RE HERE!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN THAT, BAKUGO! OR ARE YOU REALLY JUST GOING TO TOSS ALL THAT YOU LEARNED ASIDE NOW?!

[She sucks in a breath through her teeth, and though Ochako looks fierce and full of her own rage, it does nothing to how tears well in her eyes, and roll down her rosy cheeks.]

...Fine. I won't tell everyone how great I think you are, or how you're always so brave, and so strong. I won't say I think you're a good person, despite how awful you are to everyone you meet. Like it's fun for you. I won't tell anyone how I really, honestly...fully believe you'd become someone great. [Her hands shake, but her voice more so. You were wrong, Bakugo...Uraraka is actually very fragile.]

I'll tell them you're a killer, Lord Explosion Murder. If that's what you want so badly. My friend...my hero...the killer.

[hot_handed]

OUR LAWS DON'T MEAN SHIT RIGHT NOW, AND THEY AREN'T GOING TO HELP US FIND A WAY OUT, I AM!!!

[He tries to breathe, but he's going to fast, his voice catching in his throat.]

All it takes is Shigaraki being in a bad enough mood and he'll-

[She doesn't fucking get it. She never has, just like everyone else, but the only difference is now it's not just about pride. Even if every word she says feels like another nail to his heart, he keeps going.]

This isn't about your hurt feelings, or friendship, or whatever bullshit you've convinced yourself of, Shigaraki is here and no one else seems to give a shit so yeah, if I have to kill someone to make sure all of my classmates live because no one else will, I'll fucking do it, because this place doesn't give a shit about you and it ain't going to protect you.

[She's not the only one who's capable of crying. Even though the tears haven't spilled yet, they still lurk in the corners of his eyes, making his eyes glassy as he hisses.]

And if that's too unpleasant or upsetting or not heroic enough for you, fine, at least you'll be able to be pissed at me...so you can shut the hell up and fuck off.

[He ends it there, cutting off the transmission. His vision is clouding black at the sides, as if it's closing in on him, and he doesn't need to talk to her. Not like this.

Maybe not ever.]

[floatsaway]

[She's startled, silenced, by the force of his shout, but it's not the volume or the anger behind it that really makes Ochako go silent, it's how...how desperate, scared, broken his voice sounds. Bakugo doesn't break, he doesn't get scared, he doesn't--... She barely registers how hard she's gasping for air as he continues his verbal tirade, each sentence like fingers curling around her throat, choking out the sound and air from her lungs. It hurts...it hurts to see and hear Bakugo when he's like this - something she never expected to see, ever, and not something she wanted to see.

Was this what he really meant? No...no, no, no, no--! She had it all wrong. Idiot!! Stupid! WHY?! WHY CAN'T SHE EVER UNDERSTAND HIM?! Only when she messes up does she finally ever get it - he's always been good. Always been weighing himself down just trying to protect everyone, get them all home safely, and she...she--]

Bak--!

[But he's gone, and Ochako feels like she'd just been stabbed. Hot, furious tears drip down her face, but she growls, throwing back the covers of her bed, racing out her door without a thought or care to even change. She doesn't even put on shoes, or a hoodie, anything. Doesn't grab anything, or say anything to anyone. They don't matter right now. Nothing matters more than getting to Bakugo. She hesitated last time...but not this time. Not this time. She runs as fast as she can, doesn't stop for anything or anyone. It all blurs past after a while. People, faces, buildings...is it her tears, or just how fast she's running? Nothing stands out other than the harsh sound of her labored breaths, the slap of her bare feet across the hot asphalt. She's not going to run away this time...not going to disappear.

Faster...farther--don't stop. Not until she gets to the Porter. In it, through it, and the race begins anew. A quick breather, just when she arrives beyond Heropa, scrubbing at her face - sweat, tears, her hair sticking to her dirty face. Just a moment, a second, just to get a read on the direction and throttle forward again. All the while, his angry, hurt, sad, broken image plays in Ochako's mind, making her run well and past her limit.

Before long, she finds herself at his doorstep, pounding furiously on the wood in tandem to the beat of her throbbing heart. Open the door, or she may very well kick it in. Ochako won't let Bakugo shoulder all those worries alone, like hell. She won't leave him - not now or ever - to suffer in silence all alone. Is this why he wasn't sleeping, too? Because he was so worried about them all? Protecting them all? Her knuckles hurt from how hard she's slamming them against the door, and if there's blood, Ochako doesn't care. That tiny pain is irrelevant to whatever hurt her friend is feeling right now.

Open the door, Bakugo.]

[hot_handed]

[It's quiet once Katsuki hangs up, other than his own panicked breathing, but the silence does nothing to calm him down.

He fucked up.

Again.

He should have just kept his stupid mouth shut. Let Ochako believe what she wanted, let her fool Twice into thinking he was a good guy, a decent hero, and not the fucking mess that he was. Would it have made a difference? At least then, he wouldn't have had to deal with this crushing feeling on his chest, like he's dying, because he's weak, he doesn't know what he's fucking doing, his classmates don't fucking know what they're doing, he's going to fail and this time it won't just be All Might's retirement on his shoulders. Pinpricks dance in front of his eyes as he chokes out a sob and hiccups-

Bang.

The knocking snaps him out of it- somewhat, because who the hell would be knocking at this hour?

Bang.]

WOULD SOMEONE FUCKING GET THAT?!

[He yells, but no one answers, and the knocking doesn't stop. After scrubbing his eyes raw, he stands up, not giving a shit how he looks as he opens the door.]

Wha-

[floatsaway]

[The instant the door is opened, Ochako charges at her friend - takes maybe a fraction of a second to register his face, his voice - and she throws herself at Bakugo in a desperate hug, arms wound tight around him and holding almost painfully to his shirt. It's clear from just how ragged she looks - still in her pajamas, barefoot, wheezing, and flustered from a combination of fatigue and how hard she's crying now - that she ran straight here. Straight to him.

Ochako barely gets in a gulp of air before she's sobbing into Bakugo's shoulder, her voice hoarse and gravely from how hard she was gasping earlier, and how raw her throat is.]

BAKUGO, I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY! I'M SO STUPID, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, ALL YOU SAID BEFORE WAS RIGHT... [Coughing, gasping, shaking because her calves are burning, her chest hurts, and her head feels like it's going to split open, Ochako sinks a little against her friend, but she doesn't let go of him, only pulls Bakugo closer.] I keep saying mean, hurtful things because I never think, I never take things seriously, and you--

[Her voice finally cracks, and she coughs hard this time, gasping for breath because her chest hurts, but goddamn it she's not finished. Rubbing her face against his shoulder, Ochako looks up to meet his eyes, and were she not clinging to him now, she'd have fallen to the ground because...because he was crying, too. All the words stop at that point, as her face twists into a pained, heartbroken, expression and she bows her head back to lay her forehead against his chest, gasping and crying quietly.]

...You're always t-trying so hard, B-Bakugo-kun. A-Always. And I can't even-- [She sinks further, feeling her knees buckle.] HOW CAN I CALL MYSELF YOUR FRIEND WHEN I'M LIKE THIS?! WHEN I KEEP HURTING YOU?! I SHOULD BE SUPPORTING YOU!! BUT I'M WEAK, YOU'RE RIGHT!!

I'm weak...

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki barely has time to absorb it all. One moment he's just realizing that it's Ochako who's running at him as he begins to lower his hands to stop himself from attacking her because it's Ochako, not an enemy, the next she's all but collapsed against his shoulder and he glances down, notices her bare feet, her pajamas, her tears-]

Wh-

[Why? He wants to ask. Why is she sorry, why is she crying over him? She wasn't the one who screwed up. She was the kind of person people looked at and could see as a hero, even though people severely underestimated her- not him. The sinking feeling in his chest is back, but now it's clawing its way up his chest and limbs, and it fucking hurts, and he just wants it to go away. Goddamnit, who the hell decided giving a shit about people was supposed to feel like shit?

He blinks a few times, looking down at her heartbroken face, and it's as if someone ripped his heart from his chest.

He's an idiot. This is just as hard for her as it is for him.]

You're not weak.

[He finally mumbles, and before she can sink down more, he loops his arms beneath her to pick her up, not even thinking about it as he walks over to the couch with her in his arms. Did she really run all the way here?]

You have something I'm missing. And it- [It pisses him off. But that's not her fault. It's not Deku's fault either.] It's not weak to give a shit and spare lives.

[floatsaway]

[No, he's wrong. Wrong about her being strong, wrong about her being seen as a hero. Even now, even here, in a totally different world...she's just seen an another cute girl with cute, fun powers. She can make things float! That's adorable!! She's not a hero in their eyes, she's a mascot. And she's so sick of it, she's so sick of trying hard and feeling like she's getting better, stronger, only to have all her hard work downplayed with a pat on the head and a hollow laugh of "that's nice" - while other people, other ImPorts, heroes, get to live in the limelight. She doesn't even want the popularity, just a little recognition. Anything...to make her feel like what she's doing now means something to someone.

Because Bakugo is right, he's always been right about the bigger picture. It doesn't fucking matter. Nothing matters in this place until they get home.

His arms are under er, picking her up, and Ochako doesn't even flinch, just hangs her head and leans it into the crook of his neck tiredly. Now that all the adrenaline is wearing off, she can feel the exhaustion and the pain and soreness rushing in to take its place. Her throat is raw from breathing so hard, crying so hard, her head aches from crying, and she feels almost dizzy. Her feet are dusty, covered in sand, small rocks, and maybe a few cuts and scrapes - red, raw, and probably going to have some heat blisters tomorrow, too - but Ochako's hands still hold firmly to Bakugo's shirt. She's not leaving, and nothing could tear her away. Not this fucking world, not Shigaraki, not anything. Her friend needs her right now, and maybe she needs him, too.]

I can't do the things you do. I'm not strong enough, or smart enough... [Or good enough.] No one cares about what I do. I can look and dress up like a hero all I want, but...what's the point if no one's looking at me to begin with?

[Something he's missing? Kindness? Sincerity? Empathy? Those are all pretty words, and yeah, maybe she shows it better, but...Bakugo is kind. He's sincere, he always thinks about everyone else, before himself. From the start, he was trying to get everyone out of this stupid world. Now that Shigaraki is here, he must have been doubling down on those efforts, while also trying to formulate a plan to keep them all from getting hurt. On his own... All on his own, because that's just how he is. He's really mature, even if he goes about things the wrong way sometimes. Deku is right...Kacchan is amazing.

Once they're on the couch, Ochako moves - wincing, because her muscles burn and strain - just enough to curl she arms around her friend's shoulders and hold him there quietly, fingers carding through the ends of his hair. She doesn't care who might walk in and see. They can shove off. Her friend has been doing everything on his own, he's probably stressed and anxious, and scared...even if he'd never admit it.]

And it's not cruel to know when you have to take the worst option. The one no one else wants to admit may be the best...the only one. [She sniffs, feeling a few more tears escape from the corners of her eyes.] I'm sorry, Bakugo...I didn't mean what I said. I was angry, and scared, a-and--

[hot_handed]

[People are idiots who only see what they want to see. Even heroes were guilty of that. Katsuki didn't really give a shit, but he knew how exhausting it could be to hear the same thing over, and over, and over again. Let them think what they fucking want and kick their asses and let them learn the hard way.

Ochako's breath is warm against his neck, and he tries not to think about how despite everything, it feels nice holding onto her, like everything is a little less shitty. He'll look at her feet and take care of them before she leaves, but not yet. Not until they're done with this. A part of him doesn't want her to leave- but they're both tired, and he'll worry about that later.

He also tries not to think about how her admission hurts. It shouldn't hurt. Anger flares up, and it's so much easier for him to deal with. Without even thinking, he cups her face in his palms to get her to look up. Her skin is soft.]

I'm looking at you. I notice you. You can't do what I do, but I can't do what you do. I'll never be able to do what you do. Don't fucking waste it.

[He lets his hands drop, averting his gaze to the floor, registering Ochako moving but not reacting until she starts carding her fingers through his hair. His eyes widen and he tenses up at first, before he realizes what she's doing and relaxes, tilting his head into her hand, his eyes halfway shut.]

Don't apologize. [He hums, wrapping his arms around her now that they're sitting and opening his eyes again. It's good she has a backbone. It means he can fight her seriously.] I'm-

[He wants to say "I'm scared too", but the words die on his tongue.]

[floatsaway]

[She flinches at first, because Bakugo holding her face in his hands was not what Ochako was expecting, and her breath seems to catch when she's forced to look into his eyes. She's always like them - would have said they're his best physical feature, aside from his poofy hair - bright, intense, and they always hold way more emotion than Bakugo ever lets on. He's always a "show, don't tell" sort of person, right down to his physicality. Actions speaking louder than words, and a look that could either kill, or fill her heart with so much warmth that Ochako's eyes gloss with unshed tears all over again.

Her lower lip trembles, and she sniffs, trying to blink away the heat pooling at the corners of her eyes, because...b-because--

I'm looking at you. I notice you.]

Bakugo...kun... [She tears her gaze away from him when his hands drop, swallowing the knot in her throat, but it's weird, because...despite everything, what he said really, really made her happy. A smile, tiny, and frayed, because she's tired - they're both tired - and while those little rays of sunshine he let warm her heart were gentle, kind, and soothing...there's still a raw, endless, turbulent sea of the unknown open before them.] I don't...th-think you're missing anything. It's there, a-always has been, I just...d-don't think you can see it right now.

[But you will, Ochako thinks, as she pauses just a moment, just about to remove her hand until Bakugo signals it's alright, and she continues, marveling at how incredibly soft and feathery his hair is. It's nothing like how hard and spiky everyone assumes it to be. A little like Bakugo himself, actually. He appears one way, but is totally different once you look past the surface. He's kind, and gentle, and considerate, and--

And you like him.

The thought crosses her mind, and she's too tired, too comfortable, too absorbed in looking at how tired her poor friend is, to deny it. So she accepts it. Yeah. She likes him. A lot.]

You look tired. [She says it in response to his admission, because Ochako understands. He doesn't need to explain, he doesn't need to say it. She understands. It's okay...she's right here. And she'll stay here as long as it takes to ease that fear and that stress. She won't disappear again. He'll never be alone, never have to shoulder it all alone, because she'll always come running.]

[hot_handed]

[At first, alarm flares up when Ochako looks like she's about to burst into tears. Had he said something wrong again? She was right, he preferred using actions. He wasn't good at this. He didn't know what to do.

Deku would have known what to do.

But she doesn't cry, other than those tears that threaten to spill. She keeps talking, and Katsuki feels some of the lead on his shoulders be lifted away, and without thinking, he moves his palm to brush at some of her tears, freezing and staring at his hand like it's a foreign object. But he doesn't regret what he just did. He doesn't want Ochako to cry because of him.

It's weird. Since when did he give a shit?]

Guess we both have sucky vision.

[He tries to be lighthearted, tilting his head into her hand, allowing himself this for once. It's okay.

Her comment has him snorting softly.]

So do you.

[He doesn't know what they're doing, but it's okay. Whatever it is, he'll fight by her side. His eyes snap open again and he reluctantly starts pulling away. Her feet.]

Hang on-

[floatsaway]

[He's so gentle... It's almost startling, and Ochako absentmindedly leans her face to Bakugo's hand, like a cat wanting for attention. The action also shocks her, and even if she's aware how nice this feels, how the tension seems to ease off her sore and tired muscles like it's being washed away by a healing rainfall, or brushed by a gentle palm...it's still foreign, and a bit weird, knowing it's Bakugo who's making her feel this way. Bakugo, and not Deku.

But before the thought has time to manifest into something more tangible, her lip pulls up at the corners to smile at this offhanded comment. Sucky vision, huh? Yeah...probably. Each seeing something the other didn't. That's normal for friends sometimes, always seeing the best parts of others, and marveling still in even the rough parts. Because every little thing that makes that other person whole is...well.

It's pretty great.]

Huh--... [Ochako makes a sound of muted complaint when Bakugo begins to move away from her, fingers tightening on his clothes out of defiant reflex - don't go - and there's a tiny frown that creases Ochako's brow as well, but her voice is quiet and gentle. She simply doesn't have it in her to fight back too much, which is why her grip eases only after a second, arms releasing him.] What's wrong?

[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...