#constant instability

“Constant Instability”

Rated: T

Summary: The punctual and kind Uraraka Ochaco has somehow ended up waking up late for class. Awaiting her demise when she reaches class, she notices Bakugou acting strangely.

Chapter 8:

After lunch, Uraraka went back to her room to study. She wanted to get some work done before she headed to the common room to hang out with all the girls; Tsuyu had asked if they were all free to hang out since it had been some time since they planned anything. Uraraka was excited about it, being that a lot of the time at U.A. she would feel gross and sweaty from all the training that they did, so getting the opportunity to just talk with the girls and be silly was going to be a highlight of her week.

She focused on the English lessons Present Mic had went over that day. Uraraka was smart, but she often had trouble remembering grammar when it came to English. But she had no fear; Uraraka had faced a lot when it came to villains and her intensive training at U.A. that she couldn’t be worried about her grades or grammar to get in the way of her future - to support her family. She knew that no matter what, she would make it.

“Why are ‘read’ and ‘read’ said differently but spelled the same way?! That makes no sense! Who thought of this...” Uraraka mumbled to herself, still a little frazzled despite her mental pep talks. 

Soon a couple of hours had went by, and when Uraraka looked at her phone, it had already been 6:55pm. She got herself ready and grabbed a light jacket to walk to the common room, seeing Tsuyu, Mina, Momo, Jirou, and Toru.

“Uraraka-chan! We’ve been waiting for you!” Toru said shrilly, too excited about spending time with her classmates.

Uraraka smiled cheekily at them, “Guys, I’m barely two minutes late! Sorry, I didn’t realize you all were waiting on me!”

Some of the boys had been piled together on one side of the room, pulling over one of the long couches to play video games. It was so mundane, considering everything class 1A had been through together. But them screaming about multiplayer shooting nonsense made Uraraka smile. It was something about all of them just being together and being childish, it was actually...quiet charming - in a totally weird and gross way.

Uraraka got down on the seats the girls had pulled to their own side of the room, not paying any attention to the now fighting Sero and Kaminari - arguing about how the other must have cheated the previous round by looking at the other players’ screens intentionally. Jirou looked over at them, trying to cover up her laugh watching them flail as Tsuyu spoke up, “Thank you guys for coming! I just thought it had been a while since we got to act like normal school mates,”

Momo’s eyes shone in delight, “No Tsu-chan, thank you! I’d love to spend more time getting to know all of you. If you ever want to hang out at my house, please let me know! I would love to serve you all, but this time, maybe with a little less studying? Unless any one of you need help with your studies! Oh boy, I’m getting carried away now, aren’t I?”

Mina was laughing already, most likely to divert the attention from studying, “Yaomomo, you’re crazy! But I’ll take you up on that offer maybe later...,”

Jirou brought her fingers together, a little nervous, “So I don’t want to be awkward or anything, but what should we do?”

Uraraka brought her hand underneath her chin, all of a sudden deep in thought, “Maybe we can just...talk to each other?”

Momo brought her hands to her lap, “I think that would be a great idea. Um, does anyone want to talk about anything? Mina-san?”

“Hmmmmm....wait, actually! Maybe Uraraka has something to share! Did you ever figure out...you know?” Mina showed off her pearly whites as she smiled at Uraraka so genuinely.

Uraraka cocked her head to one side, oblivious, “Wait, what are you talking about?”

Mina snorted at her, “What we talked about recently! The, um”, and she began to whisper to just the group so that the boys wouldn’t overhear them, “-notebook,”

Uraraka smacked her hand to her forehead, “OH, right!  Sorry, I forgot. Yeah, I didn’t figure anything out,”

Toru spoke up, “What are you guys talking about?! Secrets?!”

“Yeah, I want to know! I think,” Jirou nodded her head, not sure if she should participate in this conversation, while Momo just nodded her head, patiently listening.

“Ahh, um, you see-” Uraraka started, nervous seeing all the girls’ eyes on her.

But Mina took the lead, hushing her voice again, “King of Explodo Kills gave her his notes,”

Jirou sighed, thinking she was right about not wondering if she should participate earlier, but also feeling oddly giddy, “Well that was uneventful, but now I really feel like a school girl,”

“Shh, Jirou! This is the prime of our adolescence! There’s a lot we can learn from these kinds of experiences. Tell us more, Uraraka!” Momo was hopeful as she spoke.

Toru was as cheerful as someone invisible could be; Uraraka thought if she could see her face, that she would see the excitement on the girl’s face as well. Tsuyu agreed, stating, “Uraraka-chan, it may seem silly to talk about, but sometimes our lives don’t have to revolve around dramatic or large situations for them to be important. The little things can be significant too.”

Uraraka was very aware that the whole premise of this conversation seemed ridiculous. Ever since Bakugou lent her his notebook, she had been confused and so curious. Every time she saw him, she wondered what she was plotting. Was he trying to get back at her for something? Did he want her to do him a favor somewhere along the line? Did he...somehow feel guilty about the tournament? She would be infuriated if it was the latter, knowing full well she was not a weakling and wouldn’t accept pity from anyone, especially Bakugou Katsuki. But she also understood him better now, and she doubted that he would even be thinking of that since that was some time ago. 

“I just feel silly since I’ve talked about it so many times, but yeah, he gave me his notebook ‘cause I missed class. I didn’t ask for it, so it was weird that he gave it to me. I talked to him about it but...you know Bakugou.” Uraraka chuckled sheepishly towards the end, getting a knowing-look from all of the girls.

“That’s very nice of Bakugou-chan, isn’t it?” Tsuyu offered, putting her finger under her chin.

Momo nodded her head in agreement at this, “I never would have thought Bakugou-san would be so considerate...,”

“Yeah, that’s so cute! Have you thanked him for it?” Toru offered, probably knowing Uraraka’s answer.

Uraraka nodded her head, “I tried, but once again, you know how Bakugou is. Although, I guess when I went to talk to him about it, I was a little pushy,”

Jirou looked intently at Uraraka, unsure of what to say, “I mean...maybe you could try again I guess? Or actually, Bakugou isn’t that great with his words, maybe...give him something? As a thank you?”

Mina listened to everyone, pretty much knowing the story aside from Uraraka approaching Bakugou later on, “That’s a great idea! I’m sure even Bakugou would have to appreciate it...right?”

The girls looked at each other apprehensively, knowing full well the whole plan could backfire due to Bakugou’s temper, but as their first get-together in some time, figuring out what to gift Bakugou was a large task outside of their academia - and these girls weren’t ones to back down.

Momo piped up, thrilled at the idea of making a gift into a challenge, “I think that’s a great idea! I may have some stuff in my room to make desserts for Bakugou? I’m not sure how much he loves sweets, but maybe one of the boys does? We can ask!”

Uraraka was already feeling a little nervous, thinking of Bakugou’s enraged face at her trying to give him something. Her mind was rattled with all of the accusations he could make for trying to be nice to him. But she refocused her mind on her friends - all strong, talented, and kind, looking at her with such determination. They must have all had the same idea, that the whole thing was silly, but if they could make Bakugou be anything besides angry, then that would be a real win.

Uraraka felt her competitiveness come back, and smirked at the thought of repaying the kind, and of course courteous, Bakugou Katsuki. 

“I’m in.”

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“Constant Instability”

Rated T? For now? Maybe not haha.

Summary: The punctual and kind Uraraka Ochaco has somehow ended up waking up late for class. Awaiting her demise when she reaches class, she notices Bakugou acting strangely.

Chapter 1:

Class was about to begin, and somehow Uraraka slept through all of her alarms, as well as ignored Mina knocking incessantly on her door at the dorms. Mina loved to be bubbly and chat, but she also couldn’t tell if Uraraka was feeling ill and didn’t want to come to class. She also wasn’t in the mood to bust down Uraraka’s door so early in the morning.

Outside the door, Mina sighed to herself, “I swear Ochaco, if you miss class, Tenya’s going to bother me about why you’re not there!”. Class was about to start, so Mina had to run out the dorms, but vowed to bother Uraraka again later after class.

When Uraraka woke up, it was about 15 minutes since Mina had been knocking on the door. It took a couple of seconds to realize the conundrum she was in, Uraraka slowly opening her eyes.

Her adrenaline kicked in as she sat up and rushed out of her bed, “How the hell did this happen?!”

Uraraka brushed her teeth furiously and then barely applied moisturizer to her washed face. She tried to glance at all of the calls and texts she was receiving since she had woken up, Deku and Tenya asking her if she was alright. She threw on her uniform as quickly as possible, grabbing her backpack and rushing out of the dorm. 

Still rushing, Uraraka started mumbling to herself, “Aizawa sensei is going to murder me -well not murder, but you know that dead fish eye stare with his dry eyes and-” She was a panting mess when she reached the classroom, already feeling uncomfortable with the thought of everyone staring at her come in late. She enjoyed her classmates, but when she thought about how amazing and talented each of them were, her tardiness felt like just another thing to add to her list of insecurities. But she told herself she was being dramatic.

“Ochaco”, Aizawa turned to the now opened classroom door and addressed the mess that was Uraraka at that moment. “Do you think it would be wise for a hero to come 30 minutes late to a crime scene?”

Uraraka wanted to keep up with her classmates; she was embarrassed. “No, sensei, I am very sorry. I’m sorry for disturbing you all.” Uraraka quickly bowed her head, and rushed to her seat. When she got there, she noticed a notebook sitting on the desk. At first she was confused, as she looked over to Deku and Iida who were sitting at their desks calmly, with strange faces on, as if Uraraka had missed something.

Since she had already come late, she dared not try to whisper a thank you for giving her notes she missed out on. But as she sat down, she looked again at their desks. They both had notebooks out still, writing utensils in hand.

Uraraka began to question it, and that maybe one of the girls had offered their notebooks instead. But when Uraraka glanced around again, none of them seemed to have a notebook missing…but then who-

For whatever reason, her temporary obliviousness faded, and it felt like someone was staring intently at her from the side. As Uraraka finally settled down, pen in hand to copy whoever’s notes were on her desk, she slowly turned to her left and saw that Bakugou’s desk had a clean, single piece of paper on it. He began to scribble at something Aizawa sensei had said, and then it finally registered in Uraraka’s mind.

She whispered to herself, “Bakugou usually is very thorough with his note taking…so where is his notebo-

Oh.”

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“Constant Instability”

Rated: M (for mature langauge)

Summary: The punctual and kind Uraraka Ochaco has somehow ended up waking up late for class. Awaiting her demise when she reaches class, she notices Bakugou acting strangely.

Chapter 5:

Uraraka’s determination only grew more fervently as time passed. By the time classes were over and people were hanging out in the common room, Uraraka decided that she would approach the Bakugou Katsuki and ask directly why he was being nice to her. Sure, it was just a notebook, but this wasn’t just any Bakugou. This was the rude, brutish, unnerved beast of class 1A. And at this point, no matter how ridiculous it seemed, Ochaco Uraraka was not backing down. 

She didn’t quite tell Iida or Deku, not because she was trying to be secretive, but frankly, she just wanted to go with her gut. She would tell them about it later if anything interesting came out of it, but Uraraka doubted it. She just needed an answer.

Although the Baku-rage never died, Bakugou was the weird one who always went to sleep earlier than the rest of the class. So although it was free time at this point in the evening, Uraraka rushed to find him in her comfy t-shirt and pajama pants. While she was leaving the dorms, she texted Kirishima if Bakugou had went to bed yet. Quickly, because Kirishima was a kind soul, he responded with, “Nope! But he’s about to head out soon. I’ll tell him to wait if you want?”

Furiously, Uraraka began texting Kirishima back and responded, “Yes, please! I just wanted to ask him something!”

And so here she was again, a panting mess once she reached the common room. The girls and boys of class 1A were pretty much dispersed, but some obvious friend groups were among them all. Uraraka stopped in her tracks and searched around for that blonde, spiky hair. And then she stopped, seeing Kirishima looking at her with a kind smile and waving. The boy she was looking for was next to him, clear disdain on his face with the usual, ugly scowl, and this time it was directed at Uraraka. Uraraka ran up to Kirishima and Bakugou before he started screaming for no reason.

Catching her breath when she reached them, Uraraka started out, “Thank you, Kirishima. I appreciate you getting Bakugou to stay,”

Just before Kirishima could respond back that it was no problem, the problem child himself raised his voice, “Eh?! No one can fucking get me to stay anywhere, you got that round face? Now why the hell did you make me stay behind? You better have a good fucking ass reason for making me wait around for your sorry ass,”

Just from hearing him, Uraraka was exhausted but thankful that none of the other students were looking their way, “Bakugou, thank you for staying. I just wanted to ask you a question”, then Uraraka added, looking at Kirishima’s innocent face, “in private.”

“Tch,” Bakugou crossed his arms angrily, the scowl still plastered on his face. His intense red eyes were on her, as he retorted, “If you even waste a single fucking second of my time, I will kill you, Uraraka.” Bakugou turned around without letting Uraraka even respond, and Kirishima could only look at her nervously. He mouthed a “sorry” to her as she trotted after the cranky Bakugou, who Uraraka was convinced just needed to get his beauty sleep. 

Bakugou walked them to the middle of a hallway, far enough from the common area to hear. He just stared at her, unmoving. Bakugou was a head taller than her, heavily built from the intense training that he probably did everyday - both of which made him menacing enough. His tone and word choice took some time to get used to, but weirdly enough, it didn’t scare her. After the fight they had at the tournament where she passed out from fatigue, Uraraka wasn’t really scared of him anymore. But before, she was only slightly intrigued, and would make observations every now and then about his tendencies, like how he was a good cook, or would go to bed abnormally early.

Uraraka decided it was time for her to speak up, not trying to “waste” his time. “I know I’ve ‘thanked’ you already, so I’m not going to bother doing that, since you probably wouldn’t accept proper thanks anyways”, she breathed for a moment, but looked at him straight in the eye so he wouldn’t interrupt her, “but honestly, I want to know why you did it. Why did you help me?”

He grunted, also looking at her directly in the eye, “Did you fucking make shitty hair over there call me over to ask me about the damn notebook thing? You weren’t in class because you were probably fucking around in the morning, and so because I felt bad for your dumbass, I decided to give you my notes, because I take the best fucking notes. You’re welcome, round face.”

Uraraka shifted her weight to one side, not pleased with the answer. All the other boys may think that Bakugou was being nice, but how was this boy supposed to be nice? Something was up, and Uraraka wasn’t buying it.

“So you were just being nice, is that it?” Her eyes narrowed at him and his furrowing brows.  Bakugou started yelling, as Uraraka anticipated, “I’m pretty damn nice, aren’t I, shitty girl?! Are we done here yet?”

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk to me, then yes, we are done here Bakugou. Thank you for your notes. Bye.” She turned around and started walking away, but Bakugou never let anyone have the last word, so as she left he yelled down the hallway, probably for everyone to hear, “I was fucking just talking to you, dumbass!”

Uraraka should have assumed it would end up that way, but for whatever reason, she wanted to see if anything Bakugou said would give him away. As she entered the common room again, Kirishima looked over at her and got up out of his seat. Honestly, she didn’t understand how Kirishima put up with Bakugou. Even to who seemed like his best friend, Bakugou would always give Kirishima a hard time. But Uraraka calmed herself, because she didn’t know the intricacies of their relationship. 

“Uraraka, are you alright? I had a bad feeling when you two went off,” Kirishima started, hands clenched tightly to his sides. No matter how much he talked about himself aiming to be as manly as possible, Kirishima was so bright and kind. Despite his quirk being hardening, he seemed so innocent and so pure. 

“Kirishima, if I may, I will never understand how you put up with that one. You’re crazy.” Uraraka put on a smile and laughed at the worried Kirishima, who sighed with relief as he chuckled nervously back at her. 

“Sometimes I’m confused myself, but he’s not all bad. He just says a bunch of things he probably shouldn’t. As long as you’re alright, I’ll try to talk some sense into him later.” 

“Honestly, it’s alright Kirishima. I don’t want to burden you more. Really, thank you for making him wait. I think I can deal with this,” Uraraka looked kindly at Kirishima, seeing as to how the other students seemed completely unaware of everything that happened, “But, I think I’ll head back to my room now. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Uraraka started to walk back to her room as she left the common area, Kirishima looking intently at her retreating figure. He wish he knew what exactly Uraraka wanted to talk to Bakugou about, but he knew he shouldn’t ask, especially if Uraraka even had the persistence to get through that conversation without wanting to strangle Bakugou.

Kirishima also headed back to his own room, planning to bother the King of Explodo Kills later on.

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“Constant Instability”

Rated: T

Chapter 4:

The next day came slower than she wanted, what with having a bunch of school work to keep up with and now potential boy issues that she didn’t need. Really, her closest friends were boys and they never gave her this much of a headache.

But Uraraka once again told herself she was being dramatic and put on a smile instead. Before class started, of course, Iida was already in his seat. It seemed like he ushered Deku in as well, because no one else was in the room. The rest of the class was probably on the way, not wanting to deal with class president so early in the morning.

“Good morning, Uraraka-chan! I guess you slept well today?” Iida started off with a bright smile and a strong voice. He was vibrant, no matter what it was that he was doing. 

Uraraka nodded at him, and with a cheerful reply expressed that she was doing well. She also said good morning to Deku, who was already deeply in thought, but still gave her a smile as well. Both of them were amazing, and Uraraka somehow felt so comfortable with them both. They were honest, genuine, and dedicated. Never once did she feel pressured around them, but at the same time, they gave her the heart to press forward. Uraraka thought to herself for a moment, remembering that last night she chose not to explain her whole conversation with Mina over text to them. She glanced behind her and listened if she heard footsteps from the hallway, and quickly made a move to talk to her friends.

“Do you guys mind if I talk about something before everyone else gets here?”

Deku spoke up immediately, looking up towards her, “Of course, Uraraka-chan. What’s up?”

As they looked at her intently, she began to inform them of her conversation from last night. “Yesterday, Mina-chan and I had a long conversation about the notebook, uh, incident. It’s not like it’s anything important! I’ve still just been confused, and since she spends time with the boys and is a female herself, I wanted to hear her opinion.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, Uraraka-chan. What did she think?” Iida nodded his head calmly. Deku too nodded his head, wondering where Uraraka was going with this.

“Well,” Uraraka gulped, wondering why she was so nervous. It felt like she was the one confessing feelings she didn’t have for stupid Bakugou, but it was also awkward to admit what Mina said out loud to her two guy friends. “Um, she thinks that maybe, possibly, that Bakugou potentially…likes me? Because why else would he do that?”

And in that moment, it looked like Iida’s and Deku’s eyes were going to pop out of their heads. “Wait, Uraraka-chan,” Deku started off, and Iida continued, “She thinks Bakugou likes you?!”

“It’s not that you’re not, um,” Deku was short circuiting a bit, “-amazing. Who wouldn’t like you? But, Kacchan?! Of all people? I don’t doubt Ashido, but I don’t even know if Kacchan can have those feelings…” 

Iida nodded at these statements and crossed his arms, “Maybe Bakugou just wanted to help you, like we said. He could have been off yesterday too,”

Uraraka was taking in everything they said, as they were clearly astounded by the idea of Bakugou liking anyone. She let out an airy breath as she chuckled nervously, “You guys are probably right. Even if he did like someone, that would probably be too much effort or too ‘fucking dumb’ for Bakugou to even remotely think about. Thank you guys, this makes me feel better.” Uraraka let out a louder laugh, clutching her stomach, “Can you imagine?! Him liking me?! Oh it’s too funny, too funny”.

They both relaxed seeing that Uraraka was laughing now. At this point, it was a good thing they finished talking too, because some classmates had entered the room. Tsuyu and Momo in particular said good morning to the three of them, and as soon as they started entering, class president Iida was off to the halls making sure the rest of class 1A was coming in. Uraraka sat in her desk, getting out her own notebook before Aizawa sensei came, and looked to her left again. Bakugou was settling down, dropping his backpack with a thud to the ground. He didn’t turn around to see Uraraka staring at him, but it didn’t help, because although she laughed the whole thing off earlier, she still wanted a reason. Mina was right about one thing, Bakugou was intentional. So what was he up to?

Uraraka shook her head to herself and got her pen ready as Aizawa sensei walked in. She may have told Iida and Deku the story, but that didn’t mean Uraraka would chicken out and not find out what Bakugou was plotting. She knew there was nothing that would set him off for him to want to make Uraraka return the favor, otherwise Deku probably would have thought about that. 

Uraraka pouted to herself, playing with one of the pads of her fingers. She whispered softly, determined and unwilling to back down, “I will find out what you’re up to, Bakugou Katsuki.”

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It’s getting a little long now, but I’m excited to share this all with you! Planning on making this fic as realistic as possible, since Bakugou isn’t gonna switch and be all nice so easily (even with his recent character development in the manga). And Uraraka probably won’t be so keen either.

“Constant Instability” 

Rated: M (for mature langauge)

Summary: The punctual and kind Uraraka Ochaco has somehow ended up waking up late for class. Awaiting her demise when she reaches class, she notices Bakugou acting strangely.

Chapter 6:

“That shitty Uraraka, trying to ruin my evening. Why can’t I just be nice to my weak ass classmates? Is it really such a big fucking deal?!” Bakugou muttered as he opened the door to his room. He didn’t bother waiting for Kirishima before he left the common room, pissed that the red head made him wait for no reason. But Kirishima’s dorm was right next to his, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to get rid of him for too long.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima was running down the hall, waving his hand towards Bakugou to get him to stop, “Wait up!”

Bakugou replied distastefully, “What is it, shitty hair? You already made me wait for that stupid girl, I am not fucking wasting my time again,” 

At this point, Kirishima was near Bakugou and his own room. “Bakugou, what happened? She just told me she wanted to ask you a question. Was it really that bad?”

“Tch,” Bakugou turned the handle on his door, opening it without even looking at Kirishima, “She asked me a fucking question for no damn reason. I let her borrow my notes, so fucking what?” As Bakugou stepped through his door, about to close it on Kirishima, Kirishima moved to stop the door from shutting on him.

“I’m letting myself in, Bakugou,” Kirishima walked right through as Bakugou cursed under his breath, wondering why he had such annoying classmates. “It’s not very manly of you to get all upset over Uraraka asking a question. It’s nice that you let her borrow your notes, but she was probably just confused.”

Bakugou closed the door harshly as he put his stuff down onto the floor and plopped himself onto a chair, “Why the fuck would she be confused?! They’re just fucking notes since she missed all of our damn class,”

Kirishima placed his hand behind his neck, trying to watch his words, “Bakugou, I, um, don’t think you’ve shared notes with any one of us before,”

“And why the fuck does that matter? I don’t have to give you dumbasses my notes if I don’t want to, they’re fucking mine.” Bakugou replied, crossing his arms; his tone was unwavering.

“So why did you give them to Uraraka specifically? Were you just being nice?”

“We’ve been over this so many fucking times shitty hair, why does it matter ‘why’. I made my choice, that’s it, and there is nothing else to it. It makes no damn sense WHY you guys are acting like a bunch of fucking idiots,”

Kirishima was pushing it, because now he was confused, but also had an inkling of where this conversation could go. He was bracing himself to get murdered by this problem classmate of his, but although Bakugou would only reciprocate friendship in his own way, Kirishima was willing to push the boundaries for him. “Bakugou, do you…like Uraraka?”

Bakugou looked like he was about to spit on the floor, “Round face? What do you fucking mean do I ‘like her’? I want to kill fucking all of you every time we’re in class.”

Kirishima wasn’t able to tell if there were any signs of Bakugou wavering on his words. Sometimes, Bakugou would get really quiet and brooding if he was serious about something. But Kirishima gave it a moment, hoping that maybe Bakugou would answer more honestly if Kirishima gave him some space.

“Are you not going to fucking say anything, shitty hair? After all this damn nonsense that we just went through?” Bakugou was getting out of his seat, not really to fight, but just because he was getting tense. Kirishima wasn’t sure if this meant they were getting somewhere.

“I just wanted to give you a second to think, because maybe you don’t know the answer as to ‘why’. The Bakugou I know, the future #1 hero, doesn’t do things just at random. He has a reason for everything he does.” Kirishima’s voice became softer, which may seem weird because Bakugou was everything besides soft, and so it didn’t seem like it would help. But Kirishima was always there for Bakugou, supporting the boy in all that he did. Maybe because Kirishima knew, without saying, that Bakugou was more than just his vulgar language and heated personality - but Bakugou just didn’t know how to let anything on.

Bakugou quieted at the praise, still with a scowl on his face but let his arms relax a little onto the chair. He wasn’t oblivious by any means, but the thought of “liking” Uraraka never entered his mind. He respected her to a degree after their battle where she went past her limits to beat him, enough to remember her name. But he never thought anything else of it. “What do you mean, do I ‘like’ her?”

Kirishima smiled softly, not because Bakugou was stupid, but because there was so much Kirishima couldn’t gauge from Bakugou’s mind. Despite his personality, Bakugou was reserved about his inner thoughts. He was quiet. Kept to himself. And when he wasn’t training or studying, it seemed to Kirishima that he was often thinking. Kirishima never thought it would go well to ask what Bakugou was thinking about, after being near his classmate for a while now. But when they sparred together, it seemed like when he drowned out Bakugou’s screams of winning and being victorious, Kirishima could get a better glimpse of his mind. 

“Well, I’m not too good with this romance stuff, but when you see her, do you ever want to spar with her like how we do when we train? Or do you want to help her be a better person? Or I don’t really know…think she’s pretty? Stuff that makes you more manly I guess,”

The scowl never went away, but Bakugou did get quiet. Kirishima gave him a moment to think, unsure if the blonde actually liked Uraraka, or if he was just confused now as well. Kirishima started feeling bad, but then Bakugou spoke up.

“I don’t fucking know. Can that be my answer so you can leave?”

Kirishima nodded and took the answer as it was. That was probably the most he was going to get out of Bakugou, and if Bakugou was actually confused, then he wouldn’t have an answer to give anyways. Kirishima didn’t know what to do with this vague information, but started to get up to leave.

“Yeah, it’s getting late anyways. If you want to talk about it, let me know. I’ll see you in class” Kirishima answered him.

Bakugou’s arms were crossed again as he watched Kirishima leave the room and close his door. He wanted to punch something considering how this whole mess started because of him doing one nice thing for Uraraka. He couldn’t even remember what he was thinking when he put his notebook down on her desk, seeing that she wasn’t talking to Deku or four eyes.

“Why does it have to fucking mean something? I’m never doing anything nice for anyone again,” Bakugou muttered to himself, getting ready for bed. He wasn’t going to treat Uraraka any differently than he usually would. But maybe that was it. Maybe his new usual would be something…different. 

Bakugou somehow managed to whisper loudly as he got into bed since he already showered earlier, “Why would I like stupid Uraraka? She’s always hanging out with that loser anyways. Kirishima is on something.”

And so the angry boy went to sleep, thinking nothing of anything.

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Here’s my Sunday update :) Will be posting the next chapter when I get more inspiration, but it’ll definitely be sometime soon since this is a story I thought up spontaneously.

“Constant Instability”

Rated: T

Summary: The punctual and kind Uraraka Ochaco has somehow ended up waking up late for class. Awaiting her demise when she reaches class, she notices Bakugou acting strangely.

Chapter 3:

Uraraka tried to focus her mind on other things, and not on her confusion. It did help that Bakugou wasn’t acting any differently from his normally abrasive and closed-off self. 

Uraraka was about to open the dorm to her room, when she heard some foot steps from her left. She looked over and saw Mina waving to her. As Mina got closer, the two began to speak to one another. 

“What happened this morning? I came all the way from my end of the hallway to your door and must have pounded on it a million times. I’m sorry I couldn’t wake you up!” Mina said a little worriedly.

“Ah, no Mina-chan! It’s not your fault at all; I honestly don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t get up,” Uraraka responded sheepishly, realizing how much she inconvenienced her classmates by worrying them.

“I’m just glad you’re alright, that’s okay!” Mina lightly touched Uraraka’s arm comfortingly. “Do you need anything, Uraraka-chan?”

Uraraka started off, “I don’t need anything, thank you Mina-”, but as she was about to open her door, Uraraka stopped herself. “Actually, Mina-chan, you probably see Bakugou more than I do right? Do you think you could help me with something? I think I’m just being silly though,”

Mina responded enthusiastically, “Of course Uraraka-chan! I can’t say that boy is easy to understand, but I may be able to help. Did something happen between you both? I’ll tell Kirishima if he did something bad, not that it would make a huge difference with Bakugou,” 

“Nothing really happened! Actually…Bakugou was nice today. That’s why I’m concerned,” Uraraka pondered as she let Mina into her room. Uraraka dropped her things next to her desk, letting Mina sit on her bed.

“Really?! What did he do?” Mina was started to get excited at the thought of the boy being anything but dreadful. 

“Well when I came in late to class this morning, I saw someone left their notebook for me to copy their notes, but I found out it was Bakugou. I just found it weird since I’ve never asked him to do that for me…plus we aren’t really…friends…” Uraraka sat down at her desk chair, facing Mina.

“Man, I didn’t even see that! I don’t think he’s even really done that for the boys before.”

“He actually grabbed it right off my desk after class ended. You probably missed it since it happened so quickly, and he didn’t say much.”

Mina had a weird look on her face, and Uraraka didn’t understand why. As what Uraraka said sank into Mina’s mind, she began to smile deviously. Normally, she would just blurt out what she was thinking, but this was Bakugou and Uraraka they were talking about.

“Hey, Uraraka-chan. Don’t be mad at me if I get excited, okay?” Mina started off, hands in her lap.

“Um…okay. What is it?” Uraraka raised her brows. What in the world was Mina plotting?

“Have you ever thought…that maybe…Bakugou is trying to court you?!” The end of the statement was said very quickly, almost as if it was a sin to say it properly.

“WHAT,”

Mina slightly corrected herself, “Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. What I mean is, maybe he likes you, but is having a hard time showing it. Bakugou is only fluent in his rage and disdain for other people after all,” 

Uraraka was still letting the thoughts sink in. Bakugou…liking…her?! Uraraka was flustered at even the thought. They weren’t even friends! And all he does is bully Deku, one of her closest friends. And then her mind went blank, she could not comprehend it, no. She would not accept it. There was absolutely no way. She couldn’t.

“Um, Earth to Uraraka? Are you okay? Mina began waving both of her hands in the air, trying to get Uraraka’s attention. She had been silent the whole time, but yet slightly blushing due to being flustered.

Uraraka slowly gained her composure, speaking quietly, “Mina-chan, thank you for talking to me. But that can’t be it. That doesn’t even make sense, he just barely knows my name, and I don’t even know if he could care about someone like that! It’s too crazy. I don’t think you’re right, I’m sorry. Maybe it was just him being nice, you know?”

Mina took a hard look at Uraraka, taking everything she said in. Mina knew the thought was hard to believe, but after being around the boys often whenever she would hang out with them, Bakugou’s words started becoming less harsh. His rash words held no power or menace to her and the boys. They were just part of his way of expressing himself, his way of life. And so it made sense that it didn’t make sense to Uraraka. 

Mina was more serious when she began, “Uraraka-chan, I know sometimes I get too carried away, and it’s not that I’m disagreeing with you. All of those statements are valid. I think the part about his behavior towards Midoriya is by far the worst. But, Bakugou makes more sense when you look at his actions, especially recently, and particularly when he’s in a fight. He is intentional. So I wouldn’t discount today as just him being nice. For sure, it could be. But we both know he’s not in touch with his emotions enough to just be nice. I think he did it for a reason. But we won’t know until he tells you!” Mina added in, “Unless you go ahead and ask him?”

Uraraka was stubborn, and although Mina sounded so level headed in that moment, Uraraka still couldn’t believe it. She thought of all the times he called the class names, when he would pick fights unnecessarily, rush into a battle, and especially when he would aim all his anger at Deku. That angered her most of all. But she would accept this act of…whatever it was. Maybe not kindness. Maybe just something that happened today.

Uraraka sighed, after being in her own thoughts, “Mina-chan…I will think about what you said to me. I’m just having a hard time believing what you said. But I’m glad I talked to you, since you’re probably the only girl in our class who gets to observe him the most. Thank you.”

Mina smiled at Uraraka, who was clearly flustered, but also a little more receptive than before. “It’s totally fine, Uraraka-chan! I know it sounds kind of silly for me to make huge claims out of him just giving you his notes. That’s just what I think right now. Could be nothing, okay? So don’t think about it all too much. Let me know if you want to talk about it again later!” As Mina got up, she went to give Uraraka a hug. Uraraka would take Mina up on her offer if she found it necessary, but right now, she just wanted to be alone to think.

After Mina opened the door to let herself out, Uraraka started to think again. She chuckled at the thought of the angry beast in Class 1A liking someone. What would he do? Would he attempt to bake cookies and end up burning them because of his uncontrolled rage? Could he even express his thoughts to someone so intimately? The vulnerabilities that he hides? 

It was more than just the notebook at this point, because now Uraraka had her interest piqued. The angry Bakugou, mysterious and with secrets of his own. Only the future would tell now.

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“Constant Instability”

Rated: M (for mature langauge)

Summary: The punctual and kind Uraraka Ochaco has somehow ended up waking up late for class. Awaiting her demise when she reaches class, she notices Bakugou acting strangely.

Chapter 7:

Uraraka was frustrated the next day, still thinking about how Bakugou acted towards her about a simple question. She had been talking about the notebook issue with so many people at this point, and maybe she was just too flustered about it? Why would Bakugou, of all people, have a reason for lending his dumb notebook? Bakugou was strange, that was all.

Having ignored his presence in class that morning, she was happy to get to lunch time. Uraraka’s usual bubbly personality came back easily, not having to focus on ignoring him, and chatted with her two closest friends again. Them sitting together was common, and sometimes the other students would join them, like Tokoyami or Todoroki. The boys had all been laughing about something, and surely enough Uraraka was too, when a certain red head walked up to the table.

Cheerily, Kirishima came up to the group and greeted them all, “Hey guys!”, he then turned to Uraraka, still smiling but had a look in his eyes that didn’t quite match, “Uraraka, can we talk?”

“Uhh, sure Kirishima,” Uraraka was a little confused as she answered him, but how could you say no to someone like Kirishima? The two left to go to one of the hallways near the cafeteria.

Uraraka started off worriedly, “Is there anything wrong?”

He chuckled at her, “Oh no, Uraraka. Nothing is wrong. I’ve been feeling weird about yesterday, so I wanted to apologize to you. How Bakugou spoke to you yesterday - though I don’t know what he said, I’m sure he didn’t mean it!”

“Kirishima, why are you apologizing to me? It’s not your fault, but you also weren’t even there! You don’t have to defend him or anything. And it wasn’t all bad either, I can handle Bakugou. He doesn’t bother me.” Uraraka waved him off, trying to assure Kirishima that she was fine despite the worry in his eyes.

Sheepishly, Kirishima responded back, “I know I wasn’t there…and I don’t want this to sound weird, also because Bakugou would kill me, but there’s more to him than he lets people know. I just wanted to say that he’s not all crass and harsh. You may not believe m-”

Uraraka felt her heart soften at his words, “Kirishima, it’s okay. I believe you,”

“Honestly he’s kind of awful bu- wait, really?!” Kirishima’s voice went up an octave, though trying to hold back his disbelief.

“If someone like you is willing to stick by him and defend him when he’s not around, then there must be some good in him right? I mean even I know he curses all the time but it’s kind of funny, especially when he gets all worked up,” Uraraka began to laugh towards the end of her sentence, thinking about all of the times Bakugou has been baited into doing things spitefully. When they first started class together, Bakugou did seem like a huge asshole who had no regard for anyone. He’s not a saint by any means, but the class grew a certain fondness for him.

Kirishima sighed in relief, “Thank you, I just think there is more to him than he lets people know. He keeps a lot of his struggles to himself, and I want to be there for him. I think over time, he’s really going to be someone you want by your side to push you forward,” Kirishima put his arms behind his head and chuckled nervously, “Sorry, I’m getting way too sentimental about that loud mouth. Please don’t tell him I said any of this, I don’t want to become an Explodo Kills sacrifice any time soon,”

Uraraka smiled widely at her sweet classmate, “You got it Kirishima! Thank you for talking to me. Actually, do you want to have lunch with us?”

Soon Kirishima bought some food off the lunch line and sat down next to Uraraka. Iida and Deku glanced confusedly at Uraraka when Kirishima sat down, unknowing of what talk went down yesterday night. But they knew that if Uraraka had something she wanted to tell them, she would. That was just how their friendship worked.

Uraraka didn’t know what she was thinking at this point. She wanted to talk to someone about it, but at the same time, she didn’t at all. Uraraka longed to be strong, independent, and self-sufficient, especially when it came to supporting her family in the future. And although she was often bubbly and ready to take on a challenge, there were a lot of things she too struggled with on her own. Much like anyone else she knew in her class, maybe Bakugou was just like her.

She never thought to really consider anything else about him, but ever since their fight at the tournament, she had just respected him at a distance. And although she lost to him, Uraraka felt so much closer to being his equal. He was a classmate, a weird one at that. Sure, Kirishima eased her heart a little and maybe just for that day, she would consider loosening up when it came to Bakugou’s behavior and antics. But Bakugou would be a mystery…wouldn’t he?

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New Post has been published on http://www.therakyatpost.com/world/2015/01/05/amid-shadow-war-people-east-ukraine-put-lives-hold/

Amid the shadow of war, people in east Ukraine put lives on hold

DONETSK (Ukraine), Jan 5, 2015:

When Alla Syrovatskaya’s boyfriend of some two years proposed to her, she immediately began planning her autumn wedding, the traditional ceremony she dreamt of and the dress she always wanted.

But what the petite shop assistant couldn’t possibly envision was the Russian-backed rebellion that came a few months later, plunging her home region in east Ukraine into conflict and uncertainty.

Now, autumn has long come and gone and, like many others here, Syrovatskaya and her fiance Maxim Kondakov have had to put their lives on hold.

Financial worries, the constant instability and dark shadow of war meant that they had little option but to postpone the wedding.

“Nowadays, you can’t make any plans for the future as you have no idea what tomorrow will bring,” Syrovatskaya, 25, told AFP.

It is not just that, however.

Since the pro-Moscow separatists ousted the central government from chunks of the industrial east, Kiev has officially closed down all its social services in the rebel-held areas.

That means that those who want to get married here have another dilemma — they don’t know if their weddings would even be legitimate.

“We have no idea if our marriage would be valid or not, we had no certainty so we decided to postpone the event until we could confirm what the situation is,” fiance Kondakov, a steelworker, said.

 Deaths, births, marriages

Tatyana Allakhverdieva is the temporary head of the registry service for the rebels’ self-proclaimed Donetsk People’s Republic.

In theory from the start of the year she was meant to start handing out wedding certificates from the unrecognised statelet.

But, she says, it’s difficult to come up with legislation that quickly and for now the separatist authorities are still using the Ukrainian wedding certificates that were left behind when the armed rebels took over.

That doesn’t necessarily mean that they going to be officially recognised, she conceded.

“Since Dec 1, all the documents that we give out here in our people’s republic have been declared illegitimate,” Allakhverdieva, who has two sons fighting for the rebels, said.

“Ukraine is blocking us.”

As an example, she says, some women who crossed over into government-held territory to change their surnames in their passports after getting married were told that their rebel-issued wedding certificates were invalid.

And it’s not just marriages, but the whole normal cycle of life that has been plunged into an legal grey zone.

Birth, death and divorce certificates also given out by the rebel authorities seem to have little value.

That means that, officially at least, the babies registered as born here over the past month “don’t exist,” she said.

“The lives of our inhabitants are frozen,” Allakhverdieva admitted.

 ‘No obstacle to life’

But life cannot be put on hold forever.

The number of weddings may have dropped by some 50% this year in the Voroshilovskiy district registry office in Donetsk, but on a recent weekend young couple Yulia and Dmitry Kolobov gathered their loved ones to finally tie the knot.

They’d put off their wedding since the summer when they temporarily had to flee the region due to the heavy fighting.

Now the bump under Yulia’s wedding dress has become more pronounced and, as fighting dropped off over the past month, they wanted to seize the chance.

“We decided that all this should not be an obstacle to stop us building a life,” Kolobov, 23, a railway worker said, standing nervously in his best suit.

“Life has to continue and war cannot prevent it,” he said, his arm around his new wife.

“We wanted to marry, have our kids, build a family.”

But as the music of the wedding march subsided and the couple stood waiting for the Mercedes they’d hired to whisk them away, there was some uncertainty over which marriage certificate they’d just received.

“Ukrainian,” said Yulia, with certainty.

“No, Donetsk People’s Republic,” said Dmitry.

“Ok, we’ll have to check that out,” they agreed.