Finished - January 20, 2023
Word Count - 7232
Music - Snow Angels - Two Steps from Hell
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Class couldn't seem longer. Every class seemed to drag on forever and every piece of homework drained Allira's brain more. Even training proved more exhausting than normal. All because she was excited for what followed.
She had her first official "date" with Bakugo, a real outing scheduled for after school. She and Bakugo had gotten together alone plenty of times, but it was usually for training or sleeping. This would be different, an adventure! They planned to actually leave campus and spend time together outside of school.
When the clock struck 3:00, she jumped out of her seat in excitement and dragged Bakugo back to the dorms. The two students ran all the way there as a race. Trying to see who was faster. A challenge that Allira usually won, her unmatched speed had only increased over the semester.
Allira changed into a fun outfit for the journey. Over the winter holidays, Ashido and Jiro had taken her on several trips back to the mall. From the many excursions, Allira had collected several new ensembles that matched her style.
She layered a small darkly patterned skirt over a set of warm leggings and tucked a form fitting black shirt into the waistline. Overtop, she wrapped a scarf around her neck, placed a black beanie over her white hair and pulled on a warm black coat. Lastly she grabbed her black combat boots and slipped them over her fuzzy socks, which popped out just above the top of the boot.
With one last look in the mirror, she found the look appealing, grabbed her backpack purse and rushed out the door.
Allira floated down the stairs quickly and noticed that Bakugo wasn't there yet. He was probably still changing or getting ready.
But there was one person that she hadn't expected to see. Standing in front of the door was Aizawa, his hands in his pockets, hair pulled back in a messy half bun.
"Hey Mr. Aizawa." Allira greeted her teacher.
"Takari, where are you going in such a rush?" He noticed her attire.
"Bakugo and I are going out." She stated plainly.
"And you didn't think to tell me about it first?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh." Allira realized her mistake. "We just planned it this morning, it was a very last minute decision."
"That doesn't matter, you should always tell me if you are leaving campus." Aizawa pushed, his voice suddenly very serious. "Especially you."
"What?" Allira was taken aback by his comment. Did he think she couldn't handle herself? Did he have such little faith in her? Was he so disappointed with her efforts in training to say that?
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed in frustration. "Nevermind."
An awkward hush filled the space between their conversation. Allira didn't know how to follow his statement and Aizawa knew he couldn't explain why he said what he said.
One step at a time, Allira backed away from her professor, her hands held tightly against her chest. She suddenly felt inadequate and unworthy of the clothes on her back. The excitement she had just felt was completely gone now, replaced with shame and reminder of all her shortcomings.
"Hey, old man." Both Allira and Aizawa's head turned to the rude voice.
"How many times have I told you ot to call me that?" Aizawa sighed.
"Why are you bothering my girlfriend?" Allira felt Bakugo's hand rest protectively on her shoulder.
"She told me that you two were planning to leave campus, without my permission." He answered.
"Why the hell do we need your permission?" Bakugo retorted.
"Because I am your guardian, I need to know if you disappear."
"I don't think I need to tell you every detail of our personal lives." Bakugo continued to argue.
"Bakugo, let it go." Allira pulled on his sleeve, not wanting this confrontation.
"No, I'm not giving in." He squeezed her a bit tighter. "And neither should you. You've never even seen your mom's grave and some lazy ass teacher isn't going to stop us."
Bakugo's insult didn't go unnoticed, but Aizawa's attention was drawn to a different section of his words.
"You're going to see your mother's grave?" Aizawa asked.
Takari nodded timidly, her arms still attached to Bakugo's right side.
Crap, he couldn't say no to that. As much as he needed to correct Bakugo's behavior and Takari's lack of communication, seeing Hisano's grave was a good reason. He couldn't in good conscience say no.
"Fine." Aizawa sighed.
"Huh?" Bakugo's face squished in confusion.
"You can go." The teacher said again.
"Good." Bakugo huffed. "Because we were going with or without your permission."
"Bakugo!" Takari slapped his arm.
Aizawa ignored Bakugo's rebellion and sighed, he wasn't really in the mood for another altercation. "But be back before dinner, that gives you four hours."
Takari's grip on Bakugo's arm loosened with Aizawa's words, thankful that they were given correct permission. She was always relieved when a fight was avoided, the girl was incredibly uncomfortable during confrontations.
Bakugo glared at his teacher as he led Takari towards the door, not happy with his treatment of Takari. He had been able to overhear a bit of their conversation before he made himself known.
Did he honestly see her as frail? Even Bakugo could see incredible growth from Takari, her abilities had increased heavily since joining their class. Either Aizawa was blind, or something else was going on.
"Don't listen to him, he must be ludicrous not to see how much you've improved." Once they had left the building, Bakugo grumbled, his teeth grinding slightly.
"Thanks, you're probably right." She smiled, though he could tell she was still thinking about it.
Bakugo didn't want to dampen the mood anymore, because it would only make things messy. So he changed the subject instead.
"You look really cool." He took a step back and admired his girlfriend.
"Yeah?" Takari suddenly reddened in the cold air. "You're not too bad yourself."
In fact, Bakugo looked stunning. Allira barely ever saw him outside of his school uniform or lazy sweatpants. Today, he was very put together, wearing some of his coordinated outfits she had seen in his closet.
Black jeans flattered the long shape of his legs, while a set of brown leather boots stood just above his ankles, the laces tied messily. Under a warm olive green coat, laid a gray hoodie with some kind of logo she didn't recognize. Lastly, a warm red scarf was tied tightly around his neck. The sight was delightful and lifted Allira's spirits.
"I know I look good." Bakugo exuded confidence.
The remark earned a slight giggle from her as she reached for his hand, his fingers warm around her cold extremities. Once she was in his hold Bakugo pulled her closer to him by her waist.
"Uh huh." Allira pretended to agree and stoked the sides of his cheeks. "Where do you keep all that ego?"
"Only in the best places." Bakugo leaned in to her touch, yet his smirk didn't fade.
Allira rolled her eyes and dropped her hand into his and pulled him along the sidewalk. "Come on big guy, we better get going."
"Awe, but things were just getting fun." He practically whined, but in a more frustrated way, the Bakugo way.
Together they walked to the station and caught the soonest train, which would take them to the outskirts of town. The Hero's Memorial wasn't within the city limits, since the city was so busy, the cemetery needed a quiet, peaceful environment.
The public transit was nice and calm, thankfully there were no crazy interruptions or creepy people to bother them. However the train was very crowded, apparently everyone had a place to be and the space filled up quickly.
Being young students, Bakugo and Allira gave up their seats to those with families, or older citizens. Though, this did not stop even more people from cramming into the tiny space.
Pushed into the corner, Bakugo was practically pressed inches from Allira, neither one of them hating the close proximity. Allira had her back against the wall, while Bakugo stood in front of her, his hand leaning on the wall behind her. He didn't have anything else to balance on, but she knew he was doing this on purpose.
Allira used her sleeve to cover her red face, embarrassed that strangers were seeing her and Bakugo's interesting position. She wasn't used to public displays of affection and was hyper aware of every eye that looked over. She wasn't against their position, in fact she was loving it. Yet she still couldn't help but feel flustered.
On the other hand, Bakugo definitely knew what he was doing and he was loving it. He loved showing the world that Allira was his, that she made him happy. He loved the feel of her closeness. He loved her adorably embarrassed expression she was desperately trying to cover.
Bakugo was almost disappointed when they reached their destination. They reached their stop and it was time to depart the cramped train. Holding hands, they weaved through the crowd and exited the compartment.
They walked briskly through the station and found the correct directions towards the memorial. Both students prepared to venture back out into the cold weather and rewrapped their scarves, put on their hats and zipped up their coats. Once bundled up, they opened the large glass doors and into the snow.
January was the coldest month of the year by far and they would be outside for the next several hours. It was a twenty minute walk to the cemetery and the same amount back, not including the time they spent at the actual park.
As they walked, Bakugo felt a tingling sensation and warmth run up his spine, which was odd considering they were walking in the snow. But he knew exactly what this feeling was. Ever since Takari had given him that leather bracelet for Christmas, he had experienced that same pleasant sensation a lot. He later found out that it was Takari, using her quirk to randomly heal him.
Over the weeks of their new relationship, the action became a subconscious habit for Allira. When Bakugo's crystal came into range, she would reach out and activate it. Even if she wasn't directly nearby she had the ability to search for its energy. Knowing where he was, and that he was alright put her heart at ease. The activity calmed her spirits and reassured her worries about him.
Therefore it wasn't new or out of the ordinary for Bakugo to feel the healing presence enter his system. In fact, he learned quickly how much he loved it. It was proof that Takari was thinking about him, taking care of him in an odd way.
He knew this trip would be difficult for Takari and wanted to distract her a bit. So he tried something to take her mind off the seriousness of their visit.
Squeezing her hand, Bakugo pointed to the sky. "Look, that cloud looks like a piece of sh*t."
The comment stopped Allira dead in her tracks and she lifted her eyes to the "cloud". There was in fact, no cloud. The sky was a fog of pure white, no distinct shapes at all. It was so white, that it was hard to distinguish the snow covered horizon from the frozen sky itself.
Takari was completely speechless, not understanding why he had said something so wild. Her head turned to face him, her expression bewildered. When Bakugo's face came into view, he looked very stiff, his eyes wide, his lips tucked in, as though he was nervous and also just as confused about his comment. The sight caught Takari off guard and she burst with laughter.
"What the heck Bakugo?" She covered her mouth, trying to contain her amusement.
"I didn't know what else to do!" Bakugo started shouting, his face turning red. "I had to lighten the mood somehow!"
"So you go with poop cloud?" Takari giggled uncontrollably.
"You think of something better next time." Bakugo's hand found his forehead as he hit himself with his palm.
Before he could assault himself anymore, Takari took his hand and lowered it. Her fingers were cold, but felt sweet in his own.
With the mood lighter they continued their walk in the snow. Hand in hand, the air was filled with giggles and boisterous yelling. A sound that would follow their relationship for years to come.
Just as Bakugo's nose grew numb, they reached their destination. A large metal gate lined a wide, grassy park. At the top of the entrance lay two simple words and a small plaque underneath that read:
Hero Memorial
The bravest. The kindest. The best of us all.
Thank you for your service.
The two students looked into the large cemetery, almost nervous to enter such sacred ground. The entire area looked empty, no tourists, visitors or mourners anywhere. Though Bakugo couldn't imagine this being a prime tourist location in the middle of winter.
He was glad to have the place to themselves, Takari would feel a lot more comfortable with a private visit to her mother. They weren't there to visit the other mighty fallen Heros, but Bakugo couldn't help but recognize some of his friends and mentors. The graves and statues of Midnight, Edgeshot and Grand Torino particularly pulled his heartstrings.
Bakugo made a mental note to visit them and pay his proper respects. But now was noth the time for that, he had to focus on Takari right now.
Down the path they walked, the sound of crunching snow under their feet led them further into the cemetery. As they walked by, Bakugo admired the well landscaped scenery. A stream flowed elegantly through the grass, decorated with several statues of past Heroes. Well kept trees provided plenty of shade, while the paths were lined with a couple benches for visitors to sit. Everything was covered in a thick layer of snow, but Nakugo was sure that it would be beautiful in the summer. Full of flowers for people to pick and lay on the graves.
Though, what surprised Bakugo the most was the amount of graves. Too many to number, countless fallen Heroes of all ages. It was sad to think that all these people were killed before their time. Taken from the world too soon. This was proof that something needed to change, too many valiant men and women were dying to keep their families and cities safe.
To say the least, the mood was grim. Neither Bakugo or Takari spoke, each soaking in their dismal situation.
Bakugo was the first to stop it, a small, simple grave with the name "Ultraviolet". His steps stopped for a second and his arm lifted in a motion towards the stone. Allira's eyes followed his movement and caught sight of the lonely stone. The memorial lay within other matching graves and hidden under the fresh snow.
Allira's legs moved slowly towards her mothers resting place, her cold hands gripped tightly to her chest. She could practically feel her heart beating from above her ribcage, as if the child inside her wished to leap out and join her lost family member.
After years of being apart, years of wishing she could talk to her, years of missing her. Allira fell silent, she didn't know what to say. Her brain couldn't handle the chaos inside and she was left utterly speechless.
What could she say? Would she even hear her?
Could she even talk to her about all the trauma her father had caused? All the pain Allira had been bottling up since Hisano's death? She didn't want to tarnish her fathers good name, not to the person who loved him the most.
Instead of words, Allira broke down in tears. Her knees buckled and her heart pounded in her ears, she didn't even hear the crunch of the snow under her weight, nor the worried remarks of Bakugo who knelt beside her and made sure she didn't fall completely into the snow.
Rivers of tears streamed down her face, creating the skin underneath to chap and curl in the cold temperature. Her face turned red as more sobs shook her body.
Even in her state of sorrow, she gripped onto the warmth of Bakugo's coat. Clung to the arms that held her tightly and soaked in the comforting way he stroked her hair.
The emotional moment brought tears even to Bakugo's eyes, he could feel the raw grief that spilled from Takari. How deep her wounds actually were, from not having the correct closure from her mother's untimely death.
This was a person who mattered greatly to Takari, a major pillar in her childhood that was ripped away too soon. The thought of that alone grieved Bakugo, caused anger and remorse for the events he wasn't even a part of.
Bakugo's arms held Takari tightly as she continued to cry, her sniffling growing softer as she grew tired. After a few minutes, he was able to gain control of his own emotions and steadied his breathing.
Looking up, he took a better look at the burial site. A simple gravestone protruded out of the snow, its engraving short.
ULTRAVIOLET
Hisano Takari
201X - 203X
A Hero of the people, thank you for your great sacrifice.
The inscription didn't give much detail about her death, though he had heard from Takari that it was a "mysterious accident". Her full body was never found, but only odd pieces and trails of blood at the crime scene. Which was probably all that was buried here, pieces and memories. It was not a fond memory for Takari and she never spoke of it. She was extremely uncomfortable and emotional when he had asked about it, therefore he dropped the subject and never asked again.
It was odd to see Takari's name on the gravestone. Even if it wasn't actually her, it was still her name. The thought of seeing her actual names pasted upon something so cold and final, it scared Bakugo immensely. He prayed he would never see the day when his Takari was put to rest.
His eyes traveled down the grave and he spotted something sticking out of the snow. His left hand left Takari's head and reached out to the base of the tombstone. With his fingers he pushed the snow out of the way and found a small bouquet of flowers.
"Hey, we didn't bring these. Right?" Bakugo asked, leery of the foreign vegetation.
Takari wiped her eyes and shook her head. "No, I didn't bring anything."
Straightening her back, Allira reached out and picked up the bouquet. The petals were fresh and still alive, which meant that they hadn't been out in the cold for very long. Planted just before the beginning of the new snowfall.
"You think your dad could have been here?" Bakugo asked.
Allira was still fascinated by the florals and turned them over in her grasp. Her heart lifted at the thought of her father visiting her mother's grave, she hoped that it was true.
"It's possible, I hope you're right." She smiled and sniffed the flowers.
"Why?" Bakugo asked. "He should visit, it's his freakin' wife!"
Allira giggled at his outburst and agreed. "It's been hard for him since she left, I'm sure he would have a lot of guilt in visiting."
"Thats bull-honkey!" Bakugo grumbled in annoyance, irritated at how rough Takari's childhood seemed.
Flowers in hand, Allira took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the bouquet. The aroma was sweet, really sweet, too sweet. Something about that particular type of flower didn't sit right with her system. Her exhale turned into a cough and the cough turned into a hack. She quickly dropped the floral arrangement and lifted a hand to her throat.
"Woh!" Bakugo noticed immediately what was happening. "What the hell?!"
Allira's throat burned as she continued to cough at nothing. The pain reminded her of when she had strep throat as a child, the scratching, sandpaper feeling.
Bakugo pat her back, as if he thought something was lodged into her throat. The action didn't do anything to help, but the thought was there.
After a minute, Allira gained control of her voice again.
"Awe man, sorry. That was weird." She stretched her neck and rubbed her trachea. "I'm okay now."
"You asshole, don't scare me like that!" Bakugo yelled, mostly because he was worried.
"Sorry, I'm fine now." Allira assured him. "My throat must just be sore from the cold, plus all the crying doesn't help. I could really go for a nice hot chocolate when we get back."
Bakugo's eyes squinted into thin lines, not happy with her response. His eyebrows unpleased with how lightly she was taking the situation.
"Fine, we should get going anyway." He straightened his knees and stood up fully.
From a distance, the subtle sound of a camera clicked. Too soft to hear from many feet away, hidden in one of the surrounding trees, Mareo, covered himself in the cover of the canopy leaves.
Perched on a great oak branch, he observed the scene below. As any good sniper, Mareo kept a low profile and watched from afar. Close enough to be in range of hitting a target, but far enough to make a quick escape and stay out of sight.
He watched carefully as the target lifted the carefully placed flowers to her nose and smelled the special batch. As planned, she choked immediately upon inhaling the concocted fragrance.
Good, everything was going according to plan. The seed was planted, which meant they could advance to the next step.
But for now, Mareo had to report back to his team. Update them on the progress he had seen. Therefore, without saying a word, the sniper stood up, balanced perfectly upon the sturdy branch and departed silently.
"Thanks for coming with me today." Takari thanked Bakugo as she brushed the snow off her knees.
"Eh, forget about it." Bakugo waved off his act of kindness.
He was never the "words of affirmation" type and found it hard to accept words of kindness or thanks. Which, as a Hero, was strange. Hero's received much praise and gratitude from saving lives and being in the spotlight.
Instead, Bakugo showed and received his love by acts of service and recently, physical touch.
Bakugo prided himself in the things he could accomplish and how much he was able to get done. To break down physical barriers and see his achievements on the table. He was filled with a sense of pride when his comrades reached their goals, when they had done something to help themselves, or the people around him.
On the other hand, his love for contact had tripled since he met Takari. Bakugo's love language of physical touch always permitted his mind. From birth he craved the contact of another human being, but as he grew up, he forced himself to bury that desire. He allowed himself to see it as weakness, not love. That wanting to hug and love another person was toxic and undesirable.
But with Takari, everything was different. He didn't feel weak around her, in fact he felt strong. When he stood next to her, he felt an enormous sense of accomplishment. As if just being near her boosted his confidence and made him feel sturdy.
Which was exactly where he was in that moment, holding her hand, soaking in that physical affection he had been denying his entire life.
"I mean it though." Takari pushed her thanks further. "I'm not sure if I would have been able to come here by myself."
"You would've, don't be so hard on yourself." Bakugo squeezed her hand.
"Look who's talking." Takari giggled.
"Hey." Bakugo jeered. "I'm getting better."
"You are." Takari pulled her fingers from his for just a moment, then looped both her arms around his, gripping the cloth of his green coat snuggly. "We both are."
The action brought heat into Bakugo's cheeks and he stuffed his face into his scarf, blaming the winter air for his red face.
Allira noticed his silly reaction immediately, noting how simple things like this affected his brain. She knew better than to push it, because she would only be met with flustered denial. Though she enjoyed his childish outbursts. It was one of the few ways she could tease him without getting actually blown up. Life would be so plain if she didn't have a little bit of fun with him.
After a moment of consideration, Allira decided to go for it.
"So you can blush." Her voice fluttered up and down in amusement.
"What?!" This obviously angered Bakugo and his shoulders tensed in immediate fury. "I do not blush!"
Even though his voice screamed anger, his face contradicted his words. Cheeks grew even redder than before, which drew laughter from Allira as expected.
"Oh yeah, tough guy?"Allira pushed further. "Maybe I'll have to take a picture to show you how red you are."
"Not in a million years Squintz!" Bakugo turned his face away, trying to hide his expressions.
"Oh come on, let me see." Allira whined and attempted to turn his shoulder to face her again. But Bakugo's body was firm as stone, no amount of pushing or pulling would move his solid form.
"No." He stated plainly, though she could hear the shake in his voice, trying to sound stern.
"Please?" She asked again, but he did not turn. Which caused Allira to use an alternative method.
Releasing her grip upon his arm, she squatted down to the ground and grabbed a handful of snow. Crumpling it in her fingers for a moment, she made sure the snow was compact enough to hit, but also break apart on impact. She stood quickly and released the snow in the air, right on the back of Bakugo's neck.
The sound that came from his mouth was foreign and absolutely hilarious! Never in a million years did Allira think she would ever hear him squeal. Which from him, sounded more like a walrus stepping on a lego.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed, arms flailing, trying to get the snow off his back.
Allira couldn't control her merriment and clutched her sides as the laughter spilled out of her mouth. The sight too amusing, the sound too hilarious.
"You little brat." Bakugo stomped over to her and grabbed her by the collar, pulling her up straight from her laughing fit. Though the position looked serious, Allira still couldn't stop laughing.
"What kind of noise was that?" Her lungs and belly started to ache from the endless giggles.
"You tell anyone and I will blow your head off." Bakugo threatened, though he was mostly embarrassed.
He realized that Takari probably wasn't even listening to him, she was laughing so hard. The sound glistened in his ears, he'd never admit it, but the sound of her laughter was one of his favorite things. The moments she sounded so happy, so
Still holding her up by her collar, Takari was too lost in her amusement to notice Bakugo reach down and grab a handful of snow for himself. His movements slow and precise, he moved the snow ball up and smushed it right into her face.
Takari's laughing paused, shocked by the cold upon her cheeks and forehead. She found her balance and stepped away from Bakugo's grip and wiped her eyes.
Now it was Bakugo's turn to laugh, he pointed rudely in her direction, his expression wide and uncontained.
When Bakugo focused his attention on Takari, her eyebrows were knit together accompanied by a grin.
"Oh. It's on." Takari lowered her center of gravity and went into attack mode.
She ran off the trail, hands trailing in the snow to grab as much as possible and threw one giant ball Bakugo's direction.
He saw the attack coming and dodged, but Takari was quick and a second snowball hit him square in the chest.
"Now you're askin' for it, come here!" Bakugo chased after Takari with glee, his blood pumping in excitement.
Both students weaved through the cemetery, hiding behind grave stones and statues as the air was filled with rapid fire of snow. Bakugo chased after Takari as she laughed and laughed.
This brought something that this memorial hadn't experienced in a long time; delight.
Takari soon realized that she couldn't gather enough snow for a full sphere and run away at the same time. Therefore, she resorted to grabbing handfuls of loose power and chucked them blindly behind her as she fled from Bakugo's grasp.
"You think that is going to stop me?" Bakugo chuckled at her feeble attacks.
"I'd be embarrassed if something as silly as snow took down the great explosion murder god dynamight." Takari grew cocky and teased him with his own Hero name.
"You-!" Bakugo's rage grew as he was confronted by the cringy Hero title he gave himself. "Get over here, I'll crush you!"
"Crush me?" Takari placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look offended, all while evading his assaults. "Bakugo, we've only been dating for a few weeks, save that for later."
"Ahhhhh!" Bakugo reached limit and propelled himself with his quirk towards Takari. He looped his hands around her slim waist and slammed her into the snow with a poof.
Discombobulated by the sudden fall, Takari's vision took a moment to clear. The moment her eyes refocused, she saw Bakugo's face only inches from hers. He hovered just above her, on all fours, staring intensely at her.
"You are more of a brat than I thought." His voice was quieter and darker than usual.
The single sentence and situation overloaded Allira's brain and her stomach suddenly felt like jelly. If she hadn't already been laying down, her legs would have immediately buckled.
"Look who's embarrassed now?" Bakugo lifted a finger and traced the edge of her jaw. Allira knew she must be beat red.
She wanted to rebut, but she was speechless. Her tongue was completely tied as her brain was still processing the situation of Bakugo literally pinning her to the ground and teasing her with playful comments.
"Nothing to say?" Bakugo noticed her lack of speech. "Maybe this'll wake you up."
The boy above her closed the distance between them and placed a warm kiss upon her lips. As expected, the action snapped Allira out of her trance and kissed him back. Her hand floated up and rested upon the sides of his cheeks, which pushed the kiss deeper.
Bakugo was basically laying on top of Allira, his entire weight pushing her further into the snow. Yet, she was not cold. Infact, her body buzzed with excitement and heat. Bakugo's lips were sunny, and he tasted like syrup. As if he was a ray of caramelized sunshine and Allira was addicted to the flavor.
When their lips separated, puffs of heated breath floated in the brisk winter air. A shared feeling of desire had been built between them, but nothing could be done in the snowy memorial grounds. Which frustrated them both.
"Bak-" Allira started, but was interrupted.
"Call me Katsuki." Bakugo's expression softened. "I want to hear you call me Katsuki."
Allira smiled brightly, this was a huge honor. She had never been on a first name basis with anyone before and she felt incredibly proud.
"Katsuki." She repeated simply.
Katsuki seemed to short circuit, his body fell down upon her's as a groan of pleasure escaped his lips. The action made Allira giggle as she brushed his hair affectionately.
"That was a fun reaction." She giggled.
"Shut up." Bakugo grumbled in her shoulder.
It was good to know that she had such an effect on him and she would definitely use that to her advantage later.
"Call me Allira." She took the chance and matched his request.
Bakugo lifted his head to look her in the eye and grinned. "Sounds perfect."
A second kiss was initiated and both Allira and Katsuki melted into the moment. The tender feeling enveloped them and protected them from the cold. But it was Allira who broke the kiss first.
"Come on, we better get going, before Mr. Aizawa kills us." She pushed upon his chest in attempts to get up.
Bakugo was reluctant but slowly lifted himself up, which allowed Allira to sit up properly. Though, once Bakugo's contract left her, she could feel the chill air seep back into her system.
With her adrenaline settling, Allira grew very cold as they walked back to the train station. She sunk further into her scarf and rubbed her hands together.
Bakugo found this amusing and took her hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, but not enough to keep the winter at bay for long.
They caught the five o'clock train and welcomed the heating of the vehicle. However the heater must have been faulty or set on low, because it wasn't warm enough to even melt the snow that still lingered on their clothes.
The ride was short and perfect timing, because the winter sun always set's early. Therefore, it was dark by the time they reached their station.
It was just past six thirty when they reached the dorms and they missed dinner, so they would have some explaining to do later. But for now, Allira was freezing! They had been outside for hours and after such a long time without proper heat, they were very tired and cold. Allira's entire body had been shivering for the last twenty minutes and she needed dry, fresh clothes.
Kautsuki and Allira pulled off their snowy boots and tore off their coats, ready for the warmth of their temporary home. As they pulled off their many layers, some of their classmates welcomed them back from their mysterious journey.
"Hey! Welcome back." Midoriya poked his head around the corner to his friends.
"Woh. What happened to you two?" Shinso noticed the condition of their snow soaked clothes, plus the ice still in their hair.
"You look like you were caught in an avalanche!" Midoriya's eyes widened.
"None of your business!" Katsuki spat back at his friend, too tired to deal with his spouting.
Though Mirodiya was very familiar with Katsuki's behavior and waved it off with a smile. "Go change, We'll make you something hot to drink"
The thought of a warm drink sounded heavenly to Allira and she was about to thank Midoryia when Katsuki jumped in once again with aggression.
"I don't need anything from the likes of you." He retorted.
"He's just trying to be nice, let him be." Allira stepped in front of Katsuki, her hand on his chest to stop him from attacking his classmate.
"That would be wonderful, thank you." She smiled calmly.
The interaction shocked both Midoriya and Shinso, marveled at Allira' ability to calm Katsuki down. Bewildered at the little effort it took for her to tame the beast of Katsuki's rage.
Unbothered, Allira left the conversation and walked straight up the stairs to change into dry clothes. She was so cold!
The process was difficult, her hands trembled and her jaw chattered as she struggled to peel off her wet layers. As quickly as possible, she grabbed a new hoodie, leggings and fuzzy socks. But even after she was dry, she was still chilled to the bone.
Shakily she reached for a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. The extra layer helped a but, but not enough. She remembered Midoriya's offer of a warm drink and headed down the stairs.
Upon her arrival to the first floor common area, she was happy to see the fireplace lit. Which it had not been when they arrived, so she mentally thanked whoever had made it.
Katsuki was sitting lazily on the couch, changed into sweats and a large tshirt, a mug in his hand. He looked unfazed and almost bored, his eyes staring into the fire.
"What's with the blanket?" Shinso asked from the other side of the couch, his hand also holding a cup of coco.
Katsusi's attention turned to Allira and noticed her overly layered appearance with a chuckle.
"I'm cold." Her voice was small and embarrassed.
"Still?" Katsuki had the audacity to laugh.
"Hey, I can't spontaneously combust to heat myself back up." Allira gave him a stink eye.
Many impure thoughts entered Katsuki's mind as he watched her stick out her tongue. But for the other ears in the vicinity, he kept silent.
"Well get over here." Katsuki opened his right arm to the empty space next to him.
Happily, Allira plopped herself on the couch and curled herself into his side, blanket in clutch.
"Next time you're cold, ditch the blanket." Katsuki wrapped his open arm around her shoulder and snuck it into the blanket, pushing it off slightly.
Allira happily lowered the comforter, unwrapping it from around her shoulders and splayed it over both her and Katsuki. The blanket served well, dispersing Katsuki's warmth throughout and heated her up quickly. The comforting feeling soaked into Allira's bones and caused her to move even closer to him.
"Here." Midoryia appeared in front of Allira and handed her a mug. "This'll warm you up."
"Oh, thank you." She reached just the tips of her fingers out of the blanket and grasped the drink carefully.
Tiny marshmallows floated in a steaming cup of hot chocolate. True to his word, Midoriya had made her something warm to drink. The perfect cup of coco to warm herself from the inside. She sipped the drink slowly, savoring the sweet flavor. The moment was calm and just as sugary as her drink.
Midoriya seemed to glow with joy as he watched Katsuki drink what he made. Allira could almost see the sparkles in his eyes for each sip he took.
There is a history there. Allira knew a bit about their story, but not everything. She knew that both Midoryia and Katsuki held each other in great respect, they just showed it very differently.
It wasn't really her business to know everything about their past, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't curious.
Only when Allira was finished with her drink did she feel warm again. The cold was finally driven out of her body from the hot chocolate and the heat Katsuki emitted.
The situation was particularly comfortable and Allira found herself falling asleep. Out of habit she rested her head on Katsuki's shoulder and gripped his arm tighter from under the blanket.
Not even a second later, her comfort was roughly disturbed. Katsuki suddenly ripped himself from the couch and stood up without warning.
"I'm going to bed!" His voice was extremely close to cracking yet it stayed steady, barely.
The action confused Allira greatly. Firstly, he had practically rejected her affection and now he was leaving? This didn't seem right, especially after the day they shared together.
Did she do something wrong? Had she over done it? Maybe his social battery died and he needed space to recharge.
Instead of charging straight up the stairs in a huff (which is what he'd usually do) Katsuki made eye contact with Allira. His gaze was soft, yet incense at the same time, as if he was trying to tell her something.
It took a second, but Allira understood exactly what he meant, which explained his actions. He wanted more than what she could give in front of their friends. He wanted privacy, with her.
Allira almost vocalized "oh", but stopped the sounds inside her throat. Because that would blow their cover.
"That wasn't very nice, she's your girlfriend." Midoriya stated, thankfully not understanding the situation.
"Yeah." Allira took advantage of the situation and teased. "You should be nicer to me."
As expected, Katsuki had the same reaction to her teasing as before. His face reddened and he started spouting profanities in embarrassment. "Don't you tell me what to do! I can do whatever the hell I want."
Already in deep water, Allira decided to take it one step further. "Whatever you say....Katsuki."
As if his face was blushed enough, Katsuki turned into a boiling kettle and burst in rage. "Idiots! Both of you! F@*&ing nerds! Sh*^#!"
Slanderous words of animosity spewed from his mouth as he stomped up the stairs and away from his friends.
Both Allira and Midoriya laughed at his childish behavior, practically high-fiving each other in success.
"It's weird to see Bakugo so...well behaved." Shinso snickered once Katsuki had left ear shot.
"That's well behaved? Swearing himself silly and stomping off?" Allira scoffed.
"Oh yeah." Midoriya agreed. "Normally Kacchan would get physically violent and start a fight."
"Huh, I guess you're right."
"In fact, I haven't seen Bakugo get physical with anyone in weeks." Shinso pointed out.
"Hmmm, I wonder why?" Midoriya turned to Allira with a smirk.
Allira's heart skipped a beat upon his comment, hoping they wouldn't think too much of it. She played dumb and gave a fake laugh.
Thankfully the boy's attention was turned elsewhere as Aizawa entered the room. Here for evening attendance, he made sure everyone was in the building. He said a quick hello to Shindo and Midoryia, then gave Allira a glance.
"I didn't see you or your partner at dinner." He stated plainly, face void of emotion.
"I'm sorry Professor. We lost track of time and got caught in the snow. We arrived just after dinner ended." Allira apologized.
"It's true Sir!" Midoriya helped. "Shinso and I saw Takari and Kacchan come in. They were covered in snow."
Aizawa held up a hand to silence the muttering boy. "Did you at least eat?"
Allira was surprised by his question, she expected punishment, not concern for her eating habits.
"We had hot chocolate." She answered honestly.
Aizawa sighed, disappointed, but not surprised by this answer. "Make sure you eat something substantial before you go to bed. Both of you."
"Yes Sir." Allira bowed slightly in respect and gratitude.
Another heavy sigh and Aizawa turned to head up the stairs, to make sure the rest of the class was safe in their dorms.
Allira found this a good time to head to her room. It wouldn't take more than five minutes for Aizawa to finish his sweep, so she would be clear to sneak out after he left.
But not before she grabbed a snack from the kitchen. It's true that she and Katsuki had missed dinner and she couldn't deny the rumble in her stomach. She searched around the cabinet for a moment until she found a protein bar. She grabbed two and headed towards the stairs.
"Good night." Allira waved to Midoriya and Shinso.
"Night!" Midoriya waved cheerfully as she disappeared up the stairs.
Allira passed the boys level and walked up to her room on the third level. Her dorm room was still the furthest from the stairs and tucked all the way in the corner of the building. Though it did have its perks, since she was in the corner, she only had one neighbor. A shared wall with Uraraka, who made very little noise compared to Jiro's loud music and Mina's singing.
Within her little space, Allira packed her overnight bag again and prepared to sleep over in Katsuki's room.
Though she was a bit nervous, because she had embarrassed him in front of his friends and there would be hell to pay. He would not be happy about her public outburst, but it was worth it.