Floating Stars

a/n: *sheepish wave* Hiyo! I’m new to the Kocchako fandom, but I’m here, all strung up on this ship. There’s going to be a new season of MHA soon and I’m just all over the place with excitement. I have had this story sort of sitting at the back of my head for a bit, but I’m very very nervous. This is just the little bit before the bigger portions. I don’t want to call them Parts or Chapters because I don’t know how big this is actually going to be. 

Here’s… a thing. *nervous laugh* bye. 
-Ink

How had they ended up this way? 

Uraraka parted her lashes, so wet they hurt her eyes and when she breathed the shudder of the air made her think of drowning. 

“B..Bakugo?" 

The miscalculation was a costly one. It was a debt that had to be paid and she could taste the metal like coins in her mouth but knew it to be blood. 

On her lips. On her cheeks, sliding down the bridge of her nose the water trickled and when her eyes were finally able to see there was only the heavens above splattered with the paint of the rain on the dark canvas of the boiling black sky. 

"Bakugo?” It was a sob now, a tearful mess of a name as she tried and failed to move her legs. “Bakugo, please." 

The cement beneath her spine was studded with debris digging hard into her skin, demanding more blood. It ached and burned and yet her mind slotted the list of agonies in absent acknowledgement, more focused on the name on her lips and the howl of the wind that answered instead of him. 

"Bakugo!”

“Fuck." 

It was such a soft groan and yet unlocked a torrent of tears in her chest so that she was not just crying but sobbing, eyes closed against the downpour of the storm above she wept, joining the rain in it’s torrent. 

"Cut that out.” His voice was more than just rough. Wet with the rain, and sloppy with the blood coming from his mouth when she opened her eyes once more the sky was blocked by the soaked mane of his blonde hair and the blood stained mess that was his chin. 

“Sorry.” Uraraka replied, although she was not sorry and her tone suggested so. “I just thought maybe you were dead. It seemed the appropriate reaction." 

"The appropriate reaction if I’m dead is to get the fuck up and go kick some ass. I am not going to be avenged with tears, for fucks sake.” He grumbled, shifting further down her splayed body to inspect the mess holding her legs down. 

“Crying.” He continued, hands measuring the weight of the cement blocks pinning her to the ground. “Like some sort of useless baby.”

“You’re whining.” Uraraka dared, light headed as she tried to breathe and found to her mild concern that she could not draw in a proper breath. “You’re whining like a baby yourself." 

"It’s not whining.” Bakugo snarled and grunted hard with the effort of pushing on the stone at an angle that would not crush her feet more. “I’m ranting. I don’t fucking whine." 

"You rant.” Uraraka nodded, her breath more and more shallow. “Right.”

“Hey.” Any effort he was putting into shoving her free stopped, and suddenly his hands were on her shoulder, his face inches from her own so that finally, finally the rain stopped falling on her face to dilute her tears. 

“Stop it, if you fall asleep I will beat you awake." 

"Stupid.” She smiled wanly, amused to see what looked like fear on his enraged face. “This isn’t sleep.”

“Don’t.” Taking her face in his hands he searched for the fading light in her gaze.

 "Ochako, goddamnit if you die on me I will fucking-“

"What? Kill me?” If she had had the oxygen to do it she would have laughed, instead she choked on the rapidly filling lung on her left side, punctured by the rib that had snapped at her fall, only now making it’s presence known with the warm and almost welcome tsunami of pain that enveloped her.

“Ochako. Ochako don’t-”

Only after her eyes closed and the pain went from warm to cool darkness did she finally realize…

He said my name.