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Uraraka laid her head down on her desk, her arms wrapped around her midsection, wincing every so often from the achy pain in her stomach. She was really regretting eating so much mochi before hero practice as her stomach was doing flips as it sloshed around. It probably didn't help that she had practically inhaled it and may or may not have thoroughly chewed.
Though she wasn't to blame, as everyone stood at the entranceway of the kitchen when Bakugou was cooking, as he would probably blast a single soul that stepped over its threshold. Everyone in the class watched with drool pooling over their lips and eyes dilated as he gracefully crafted the treat.
Sadly though, the time wasn't to reminisce over the beautiful soft chewy ball of vanilla bean, now was the time to try and muster the strength to sit up and finish her classwork before Aizawa woke up from his nap. That being said, she did eventually straighten up after the cramping had calmed enough and continued writing on the paper before her, everyone around her doing the same.
Though Bakugou's eyes never really left the brunette, noticing her flushed face, the occasional twist in her brow and lip as she clutched around her stomach. Of course he did his work, but he was easily distracted seeing his precious mochi be distraught. He also twisted and turned in his own seat, feeling anxious and waiting to figure out what was wrong with her, wanting to comfort her and console whatever was ailing her. He flipped, nibbled, and squeezed his mechanical pencil as his own anxiety swirled about.
Finally, after passing his work forward and Aizawa giving some small summary of today's lesson, he budged his way past a few of his classmates, eyeing Uraraka as she got up slowly out of her seat, but right before he could get to her Kirishima’s large hand grabbed his shoulder.
“Hey, dude! Check it, me and Denki are gonna go to the arcade today, you joining?” He asked with that stupid sunshine shark tooth smile.
Bakugou groaned and took the hand off his shoulder. “First off, what did I say about randomly grabbing me like that? I'll blow your face off one of these days. And no, I’ll pass. Something’s up with Uraraka.”
“Oh, word?” Kirishima said as he adjusted his book bag on his shoulder, looking over at the Gravity Hero as she slowly got her items together, putting them in her bag. “Alright, I’ll let the bros know. Go on, be a good boyfriend~how manly!” He teased, which earned him a jab to his shoulder.
“Shut up, shitty hair,” Bakugou rolled his eyes before moving around the desk and his other dismissing classmates as he went over to the short female.
After she got done battling the cute kawaii cinnamon roll key chain attached to her zipper on the bag, she went to lift it up, only for it to be snatched from her as she quickly turned.
“Hey!” She said, though she calmed down, her face becoming a pretty pink with a blush, her cheeks puffing out as Bakugou adjusted her bag onto his opposite shoulder with a smug look on his face.
“What? You looked like shit all throughout class, I'm not letting you carry your bag,” he said with a scoff, glaring at her, but he was simply met with the same glare back.
“Thanks, Bakugou I really needed to hear that,” she squinted at him. “I just think I ate too much mochi and got a bad stomach ache, that's all. I can handle myself. Now, my bag, please?”
Bakugou scoffed at her once more. “Hell no,” he said as he turned, heading toward the door to the classroom. “We’re going to my room, you’re gonna lay your ass down while I go make you some tea.”
She blinked, watching him walk ahead of her, but loosened up. She often had to remind herself that his weird sense of aggression was actually his way of affection.
“Fine, but only if I get some cuddle time,” she folded her arms when she caught up beside him, walking with him back towards the dorms.
“Tch, we’ll see…” he mumbled as he hoisted the book bags once more as they continued along down the hall.
“Ya know, I thought you were a real asshole, Bakugou, but I started to realize… it’s just how you show love and affection.”
“Fuck off,” he glared at her, baring his teeth as his lip curled up, showing all the theatrics she knew there was no real venom behind, and she leaned against him as she laughed.
“It’s okay, I still like you too,” she nuzzled into the side of his shoulder.
“Tsk, listen, you try being raised by two parents who gave little to no shits about you, learning how to communicate properly wasn’t exactly on the top of my priority list…” he mumbled out with a harsh squint as she held his hand.
“You wanna talk about it…? When we get to your room?” She offered, and his pace slowed down for a second.
“Yeah…” he whispered back, and they both nodded and continued on.
-
Once to his dorm, Bakugou held the door open for Uraraka, who took their bags and hung them on the wall as she peeked around his dorm. It was neat, clean yet stylish, and well organized. It was a true safe haven compared to her disaster of a room personally, and hers was also quite bland compared to his.
“Your fucking clothes are in my top dresser,” Bakugou noted to her as he took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“My clothes?” She raised an eyebrow as she went over to his dresser and pulled on the top drawer, revealing her pajamas from last time she decided to hunker down in his room. She took out the peachy soft shorts and the white t-shirt that had an adorable sushi roll in the center and smiled to herself, noting he had washed them.
“Yeah, you won’t catch me in booty shorts and a fucking sushi crop top,” he scoffed at her as he tossed his shirt in the dirty hamper and opened up his closet, grabbing his famous skull t-shirt and stepped out of his school slacks, leaving himself in just his briefs for her to ogle his fit body.
She blushed as she went to the corner of the room shyly to get undressed and change into the pajamas.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow before laughing. “You kidding me, cheeks? Don’t tell me you’re shy to get changed in front of me? Three nights ago we were just fucking in my bed with you rid—”
“SHUSH!” She turned quickly, her face a shade of red that could compete with a fire hydrant.
Bakugou snickered before flexing his pecs at her, making her roll her eyes and go back to her meek corner. “What? I’m just saying, have some body positivity, you’re hot.”
“Well, I don’t feel like it…” she huffed out some, doing a little shuffle as she took her shirt off and quickly slipped on the other. She let out a little ‘eep’ as she was suddenly lifted into a pair of strong arms and met with a scowl.
“My girlfriend talking shit about my girlfriend? Remember; I don’t have a tolerance for any negativity, yeah?” He leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Shut the hell up already, you’re perfectly fine.”
She blushed, quickly hiding her face away in the crook of his neck as her arms comfortably wrapped around his neck. “Aren’t we supposed to be talking about what’s bothering you? Not me...”
“We’ll trade. Now you spill first,” he said, sternly going over to his bed, sitting down and cradling the brunette in his arms, keeping her close.
She sighed in defeat. “Well, put me down and at least let me get out of my school skirt.”
She wiggled free as he let go of her and she got up, going back over to where she had dropped the short shorts in the corner of the room.
“I just feel insecure right now that’s all…” she shrugged. “I’m… overweight and I really felt it today, my skirt lining even left a line on me…” she wiggled said skirt off as Bakugou watched ever so contently, doing his best to let images of Deku wave in his mind so he wouldn’t pop a boner right here, right now.
Which proved to be challenging as he couldn’t see what she was seeing, he hadn’t seen the weight gain, but even if he was a man of culture, he knew a girl with a little extra weight was as good as gold.
He clenched his jaw as he tilted his head like a curious puppy, she was talking but he couldn’t hear a thing as he took notice of the way her salmon pink striped panties hugged the globes of her ass, doing their best to contain everything. The way the back of her thighs carried stretch marks, a trophy from the muscle gained from her intense gym routine, had him realizing he needed to act quickly.
He was still in his black and orange briefs, and he leaned over on his bed as he quickly yanked open his dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of black basketball shorts, quickly slipping them on as a precautionary measure to hide any excitement he might not be able to fight back.
“You know what I mean…?” Suddenly her voice cut through and Bakugou blinked.
“What? Huh? Oh yeah, I get it, don’t worry, cheeks, now shut up and come lay down,” he patted his bed as he scooted over to make room for her. She slumbered along over, flopping onto his bed cartoonishly before they both let out a giggle at her antics.
He grabbed his blanket, pulling it up over them both as she wiggled closer to Bakugou, nuzzling her face into his strong, protective chest as his arms wrapped around her, making her feel secure, warm, and loved.
“Nap time, you damn mochi,” Bakugou huffed, closing his own eyes as he tangled his legs with hers, getting as close as possible to the brunette.
“Whatever…” she said, and then yawned. Sleep quickly took over her, a slight wince twisting her face thanks to her stomach, but they both soon fell asleep.
-
Somewhere in the middle of the night, they had ended up in their usual positions of Uraraka sprawled out on the bed and Bakugou taking all the blanket, curled up against the wall, drooling lightly.
Her stomach had woken her up, and she felt like she was being kicked in the stomach. Her brows knitted close together and she instinctively hugged herself, bringing her knees up.
“Nh…”
Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly sat up, feeling like if she went to the bathroom it would help, but she was met with an odd feeling as she sat up, a wetness under her thighs.
“What…?” She rubbed her eyes, looking down at the dark colored stain on the bed sheet for a moment before it processed, and her eyes went wide.
A blood stain.
Bakugou was gonna kill her, he was gonna find her disgusting, he was gonna remind her how gross she was, he was gonna be furious, especially since he was such a clean freak.
Her hand covered her mouth as she looked back to her sleeping boyfriend, then slowly stood up, looking down at herself, seeing the stained patch on her shorts. Her lips wiggled like noodles, feeling like a toddler who’d wet the bed.
Except she was an immature teen who forgot to keep track of her cycle and bled all over her boyfriend’s bed.
She didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to clean the sheet without him noticing, how to change her clothes when she couldn’t get to her room or to the bathrooms like this.
Oh god.
-
Bakugou had felt the bed move, but didn’t question it as he fell back asleep, thinking she had just gone to go use the bathroom. But his ears never picked up on the door opening or closing and he growled lightly at the idea of his door being left open.
He groaned as his elbow slightly popped when he turned, squinting as the lamp was the only light in the room so it was pretty dis. his ears picked up on the slight sniffling of Uraraka standing beside his bed, her hands covering her face as her shoulders shuddered lightly, which made him wake up rather quickly, tossing the blanket to the side and scooting over to her.
“Cheeks!? What—” though he paused making a confused face, standing up rather quickly with a sleepy wobble as he felt something wet on his arm.
She gasped louder and tears poured out her face as she noticed it.
“Fucks going on? You okay?”
She quickly shook her head back and forth as she shuddered again, her voice a bit raw from just waking up and the sudden emotions she was trying to hold in. “I-I’m sorry, please don’t hate me! I-I-I’m such an idiot! No wonder I was hurting so much today! I had the signs and I—”
“Shush shush! You’re rambling like Deku and that’s such a fucking .turn off,” he grumbled, wiping his arm on his shirt as he looked down at the wet stain on his bed
“M-my period…” she gulped out, backing away from him, scared of his reaction, waiting for the onslaught of reminders of grossness and disgust.
“Oh…” Bakugou blinked, staring for a moment, then turned to her, eyeing the stain on her shorts, and then he looked up at her face, seeing how distraught she was at the moment.
“Hey, hey, calm down just a little blood,” he tried soothing.
“Yeah, but it’s my period!!” She retorted, sniffling heavily.
“And that’s fucking natural, I’m glad your fucking healthy enough to have one… and also means you’re not pregnant,” he scoffed jokingly, making Uraraka’s face turn red as she smacked his shoulder, and he raised his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, that’s all, now come on, put on one of my hoodies and let's both go take a shower, okay? I accidently put my arm on it so…” he shrugged.
“But, but your sheets!” She pointed out, wiping her face.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah I see that, babe, it’s okay, I’ll wash them and use my spare. I’ll just spray some disinfectant on the mattress.”
He went over to her, kissing her forehead before going to his closet and pulling out a dark red hoodie and tossing it to her, and then threw her a towel as well.
“Come on, let’s go.”
She caught everything, slipping on the hoodie as they left the room. She went to her room to get some new clothes on while Bakugou just went straight to the showers, hoping to get out before her and have the room back to ready before she was done.
While she was distracted in the shower, feeling a bit better with the warm water helping her muscles relax and make her feel less dirty.
Bakugou had simply taken a two-minute shower before getting out and going back to his room.
He pulled the blanket and sheet off, balling them up and tossing them into his hamper before he sprayed his bed with a disinfectant. He reached under his bed, pulling out a spare bedding set, which was actually Kirishima’s old camouflage bed set he no longer wanted to use.
He sighed as he rubbed his head, looking to the door and thinking for a moment before leaving, finding Uraraka on her way back down the hall to his room. She shyly handed him his towel and hoodie back.
“Go inside and relax, I’ll be back, okay?” He grabbed her hand, kissing it before walking past her as she nodded slowly, shuffling back inside the room, still feeling rather shameful.
-
A few minutes later, he returned, walking back in his room and finding his wet mochi balled up on the bed, sniffling lightly still. He slowly approached her, shaking her shoulder until she turned over.
“I brought you some medicine for your cramps and stuff, and some water too, okay, babe?” He set the pill bottle and water down on the night stand beside her as he sat down on his bed, rubbing her leg. “I also got my heating pad too,” he said as he laid down beside her. “Want me to hook it up while you take that medicine?”
She nodded, blushing, always undermining how attentive and caring the loud angry blonde can be in their private moments. They both sat back up as she put two pills in her hand and downed them with the water. She noticed a few pieces of her favorite chocolate sitting on the nightstand too, and couldn’t help but nab a piece, unwrapping it and nomming on it, her ears tinted red from Bakugou knowing her sweet tooth so well.
Bakugou had gotten up and grabbed his heating pad that he used for his muscle cramps after a hard day of training and plugged it in, putting it on a low setting, knowing she would probably want to go back to sleep with it on.
He kissed her shoulder when he settled back onto the bed. “Lay back down, let’s go back to sleep.”
She nodded, turning her head and giving him a soft, slow kiss on the lips, showing her appreciation for him before they once again laid down. She hugged the heating pad against her lower abdomen, already feeling a hundred percent better.
“Don’t be ashamed, cheeks, I promise it’s okay and I’m not upset,” he said as he ran a hand through her hair.
“I… I know, just… so many boys find it disgusting and just even in my own family my dad pretended it never existed and whenever I brought it up instead of being there, he would just call my mom and just ignore me till he thought it was all over…” she shuffled uncomfortably.
“Tsk, well that’s why you’re dating a man and not a boy. It’s a natural fucking thing and I know you’re gonna be a bit weaker, grumpier, and hurting… it’d be a damn shame for me to belittle you instead of take care of you.” He puffed out his chest.
She smiled, leaning up to give him another chaste kiss on the lips, making the blonde’s cheeks dusky with a pink tint. “Thank you again for always being there… and helping me.”
“No problem, now let’s go back to sleep, okay? Rest is always good for recovery.”
With that being said, they cuddled up once more and continued to embrace each other, lulling one another back to sleep with a sense of safety, security, and acceptance.