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Uraraka simply giggled before lying on her back beside him. She could smell the cinnamon whiskey that he had over indulged in during their night out, and while she tried to stop him, he simply swore that –’I won’t lose to Kirishima!’

“Hey?” Uraraka tapped Bakugou’s foot with her own, and when his head lulled to face her, she was seeing somebody totally different. “Hey– what’s wrong?”

A moment of silence passed before he turned his face away from her, his hands that rested on his chest soon balled into tight fights, while his jawline tensed. “Have you ever cared about someone so much, you’re just unsure of what to do?”

Uraraka frowned slightly at his slurred and jumbled words, but she waited for him to go on. Under the stars, she could hear his voice crack, and not only did it pull at her heart, but she felt something appear in her throat that made it all too hard to breathe.

“Huh, Uraraka?” He asked, his head now turning to face her. She didn’t quite understand what in the hell he was going on about, so she simply reached for his fist, only to have her fingers pull his clenched hand apart, and her fingers came to intertwine with his own.

Ochako could see the glimmering water in his eyes as she looked at his saddened facial expression. He looked torn apart from the inside out, and it hurt her to know that he was feeling this way.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered in a raspy voice. She could’ve sworn that it was the wind blowing through her hair, and that she was only hearing things, but Bakugou definitely said that. 

“What’re you talking about?” She retorted. She inched her body closer to his until she could feel the heat radiating through his coat and jeans. Their hands still remained in one another’s, and Uraraka waited for his answer.

She heard him swallow hard before letting out a low chuckle.

“I was too late–” he choked out. Uraraka frowned now, totally unsure of what he was talking about. Through the drunken state that he was in and the warmth enveloping her body now, she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming, or if this was reality.

“You’re getting married and I should’ve stopped you and told you how I felt,” he breathed out finally. Uraraka finally rolled to her hands, allowing her arms to push her up until she was clearly hovering over Bakugou’s chest, each hand straddling his face.

“Babe, what are you talking about?”

Bakugou’s rose irises peeled open, and from there, she could see the the way he held back wet, hot tears. With a low sigh, she offered a sweet smile. “We’re getting married. See?” She lifted her hand up, showing him the proof on her ring finger, but the moment his eyes saw it, he closed them again.

His eyes had been completely puffy, his cheeks blotchy with red spots and the scent of alcohol just lingering around his body. Instead of waiting for an answer, Uraraka placed her lips to his hot cheek for three counts before pulling away with a pop sound, followed by a giggle.

“Let’s get you home, Mr. Husband-To-Be.” but before she could push herself away from him, the blonde’s arms came to wrap around her, pulling her to his chest while he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.