#or my new favorite trope: wlw vs mlm hostility

[setsujoumayu]

Taking a break from packing orders to wing something not BKDK just because I can. See it under the song link and be warned, this is Peak First Draft, Only Draft, Best Draft.

Also, apologies for what may be an inaccurate depiction of rosacea. And mentions of sexism? It's not really anything deep and isn't the point of this, but it's Uraraka's berserk button so her POV's a bit tinted with that.

*****

It was a long time ago--like five years long ago--but Ochako used to hate people, her height, and her cheeks with a passion.

She hated people because at that time, not only was she an international undergraduate student, she was on a physics scholarship, and apparently those two things, in conjunction with her average height of 156cm (back in Japan, anyway), was why every guy classmate that approached her wanted to "take care" of her (fine print: in their apartment/living room/couch) so badly. Within a semester, any semblance of confidence she had in her heterosexuality that she carried from high school was destroyed and to top it off, the university health center's doctor told her that the redness on her cheeks was called "rosacea."

Had it not been for her best friend, she would've also discarded her faith in any human willingly identifying as a man that year as well.

But that was five years ago. Now she was en route to obtaining her Ph.D (still in Physics!) and married to a wonderful woman who wrote wonderful stories, whose last story just got greenlit for a television adaptation. Who would've thought? Definitely not eighteen-year-old Uraraka Ochako.

Definihely not twenty-year-old Uraraka Ochako either, which was her age when she bumped into her now-wife, a pale, thin, struggling dropout who could refused to take her eyes off of the stars.

And definitely not twenty-one-year-old Uraraka Ochako either, even though that was the year her now-wife pinned Ochako's wrists against the wall over her head in the empty hallways of the Addison Physics building at 3 AM after they bared their souls to each other and realized how they were orbiting the same sun of ambition, just in different ways, before kissing and biting and sucking Ochako's neck so hard that blood drew.

So why?

"It'll be okay, Uraraka-san," Izuku said, squeezing her shoulder as Ochako pressed her nose up against the glass window, her breath fogging up the sight of her beautiful, funny, sweet Himiko covered up to her chin with a white sheet, eyes hidden by sunglasses, arms bound to a bed by silver-lined belts and crosses.

Why was her love in a state like this?

"Once we ensure she's stable, we'll--"

"She doesn't drink human blood, Deku," Ochako hissed, swatting Izuku's hand off of her shoulder, whose eyes widened comically at the edge in her tone and lack of honorific.

"Uraraka--"

"And because she doesn't drink human blood, she's only as strong as you or I! You don't need to torture her like this!" Ochako shouted, smashing the side of her fist into the window. "Let her go now!"

"I can't do that. You know how I feel about this. I didn't--"

"Deku--Izuku, you're my best friend! I gave you a key to our apartment because I thought not in a million years you would ever betray us! Betray me!"

"Oh Cheeks, shut the hell up for one minute," Bakugou's voice came from behind. Ochako spun around, her neck raised with goosebumps.

While she was still deciding right then and there whether to trust Izuku again, she had no problems dispensing her trust in her best friend's fiance. He had been in her most of her classes and while he had in no way been remotely similar to the sea of thirsty teens at their school, she could never settle her discomfort with the way he spoke or did things.

But now, she could, with spite and utmost hatred. Because maybe this wasn't Izuku's idea. Izuku was kind and open-minded--that's why they became friends, despite the differences between their majors. Maybe this was his idea. Maybe he was jealous that she got accepted into a Ph.D program while he was stuck doing shady underground government work. Maybe this was his way to reassert some good ol' superiority over "little blushy Round Cheeks!"

"Bakugou." She made a show of cracking her knuckles. "Did you like my wedding gift? If not, come a little closer. I've got a better one for you!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Uraraka lunged forward with a fist, only to miss by hair's breadth because Izuku had just wrapped his arms around her and backed up. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to flip herself out of Izuku's grip, stopping when Bakugou pulled out a walkie talkie from his back pocket and held it to his mouth.

"Hey Vampy! You sane enough yet? Tell your wife to cool it!"

A few seconds elasped before Ochako saw in the corner of her eye, Himiko's mouth moving to form words.

"O... Ochako? You're here?"

Ochako felt her heart heave with relief. "Himiko! Oh my god, Himiko, are you o--"

"No, n-not okay. But if it weren't for this, you'd hate me..."

Ochako's mind reeled at the implications of what "weren't for this" and "hate" meant. This was Himiko's idea? No way. Himiko would never let someone tie her up like this--no person would willingly tie themselves up like this! This was clearly because her former best friend and his asshole of a fiance snitched on Himiko's existence to the government and now they were going to dissect her and--

"<Baby>," Himiko said. "Baby" was the only English pet name that stuck when they started dating. "I-I'm sorry. But I don't think... I don't think we can be together anymore."

Ochako slammed her elbow into Izuku's gut, sending him keeling, and snatched the walkie talkie from Bakugou's hands. She turned to the window. "Himiko, no! What the heck are you saying? Why all of a sudden? We just got a place together! We were going to adopt a kitten next week and your show--there's no reason why we can't be together!"

"<Baby>, the reason is right... right in front of you."

Ochako shrugged indignantly. "What? That you're a vampire? <Baby>, I've known! How is that a problem? I married you, didn't I?"

"B-Because it is. It just is. D-Dear Ocha, my <baby>... I've h-hid it for so long. But... but being with you..." Himiko laughed. "Being with you makes my skin itch. It makes me... it makes me want to devour. I feel it all the time--have felt it all this time, but for the past year. W-With all of the happiness... it's become too much. I... I can't hold it back anymore. So Ocha... dear O-Ochako..." A sniffle. "Grumpy, give her the documents."

"Fuck you," Bakugou grouched at the walkie talkie as he took out a rolled up stack of papers from inside his jacket and a pen. He held it out to Ochako.

Ochako felt her throat grow cold and dry. "What is this."

"Divorce papers, stupid," Bakugou said with the same swarminess he used to have whenever he "piggy backed" off of her in discussion during undergrad and the stupid TAs ate out of his hand.

So Ochako wheelhouse kicked Bakugou's hand holding the papers, then stomped on them and the pen with her foot. Izuku, who had since then recovered, shrieked and ran over to Bakugou's side, cupping the man's hands and kissing the knuckles before Bakugou could even process what had happened.

"No! No today, no tomorrow, no forever!"

"...B-But I'm a monster! I'm a vampire!"

"And like I said, how is that a problem?"

"Uraraka-san," Izuku began, now rubbing Bakugou's back, "Toga-san is trying to say--"

"--Your crazy bitch of a wife attacked my nerd when we stopped by earlier!" Bakugou interjected, grabbing Izuku by the waist, twisting Izuku's head to the side, then pointing to two bite marks on his neck. "Be grateful I didn't garrote her head off with my keychain!"

"K-Kacchan! I told you to leave that out!"

"WHY? SHE ALMOST KILLED YOU!"

"She was just hungry!"

Bakugou wrapped his arm around Izuku's shoulders and squeezed. "Are you telling me you don't have any issue with another person's wife sucking your neck?"

"N-No, that is not what I'm saying! Kacchan--"

"If you were hungry, why didn't you tell me earlier, Himiko?!" Ochako exclaimed, pounding the window. "I'm your wife! I'll give you as much blood as you need!"

"M-My oath--"

Ochako held the walkie talkie right up against her mouth. "I don't give a damn about your oath! I want to be there for you like you were there for me when I got ten rejections in a week! I want to be there for you like you were when my partner took credit for my work!" Ochako hit the window again. "Himiko, I see you for who you are and I love you for that. Why did you doubt that? What did I do that made you wait until it got this bad...? I thought the lack of human blood would just make your powers dormant but... was that a lie?"

Suddenly, a sob broke out from the walkie talkie. "Ah, C-Chako... O-Ocha. <Baby!> I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I thought you--I-I thought it worked out because I had gotten so good hiding it, but--oh, Ocha, I'm scared, you know? I-It happened once, you know? W-When I couldn't control it."

Ochako gripped the walkie talkie. "Wha... what do you mean?"

"Five years ago. R-Remember? You f-fainted. I-I got so excited. 3 AM. You were researching. I kept you company. Guitar. I-I pinned you to the wall--"

"Oh god, I do not want to hear about your guys' first time," Bakugou complained. Izuku smacked his head and wrung himself out of Bakugou's hold.

"At Addison?" Ochako asked, trying to recall, but all that came to mind was fuzz.

"I-I don't want to kill you, Ocha..."

Suddenly, she remembered. "Oh, <baby.> Himiko-chan. I was--I was dehydrated."

"...What?"

"I remember already feeling light-headed before you came. I had pulled three all-nighters. Ran around the entire campus like ten times because Professor Argius kept forgetting our 1:1. I'm sure I hadn't eaten that day, let alone drink any water. So when you came--"

"You fainted right when I was--"

"I-If it was dehydration, maybe it was standing up too fast? We were sitting down and then you made me get up and--"

"No, no, no! <Baby>, I'm a monster! Even if what you're saying is true, you can't possibly want to be with a ticking time bomb! One of these days, I might actually drink all of your blood--"

"But if I give you blood every month or however often you need it, you won't lose control. Right?"

"...<Baby>, y-you can't. You won't like what you see--if you give me your blood, I won't look like this anymore, I'll--"

Ochako shut off the walkie talkie and turned to Bakugou and Izuku, the former wearing a very unwelcoming, disgusted expression. She suppressed the still-latent urge to put him in a chokehold as retribution for doing this to Himiko, regardless of the situation that had occured.

"Let me in the room, Bakugou, Deku-kun."

Izuku gasped. "Uraraka-san, no! The only reason why Toga-san can even talk to us is because Kacchan put a binding ward on her, but Kacchan's still an apprentice, and this wards aren't his expertise, hence all the equipment--"

Bakugou covered Izuku's mouth, then gestured at the left front pocket of his jacket. "Keycard's in there. Go out, make a left, first door on the right. Code: 12989."

Ochako grimaced at the thought of touching Bakugou, but for Himiko's sake, she grabbed the keycard, dashed out the door, and followed Bakugou's instructions until she was stopped by a smooth metal door. After punching in the code at the keypad on the right, the door swung inward into the bright room where Himiko was bound.

She rushed to Himiko's side and grabbed Himiko's hand at her hip. It was trembling, as if in seizure. Ochako squeezed.

"H-Himiko?"

"...C-Chako... Ocha..."

"I-I can't even touch you? Is it the hunger--can I just give you a few drops or something? Would that help?"

"...I don't... I don't want to hurt you... but more than anything, I don't want you to see, I don't want you to fall out of love with me..."

"I want to help you." Ochako squeezed again. "Let me help you. Let me ease the pain. I'm your wife. I love you for who you are."

Himiki sniffled again. "J-Just a little then. Enough to make the shaking stop... but don't tell them to take the belts off or the ward. I don't know how much will satiate it... it's been so long..."

"Okay. Got it. Open your mouth. I'll give you a few drops right now."

Himiko opened her mouth. Ochako pulled out her keys, where a all-purpose tool hung. She grabbed the small letter-opener switchblade-esque letter opener, pressed the tip at the top of her middle finger, then held it over Himiko's tongue.

When a drop landed on her tongue, Himiko shook violently, then began to laugh.

"M-More. More blood," she said in a lower-pitched voice, her arms struggling to rip the belts off.

Ochako pressed the sides of her middle finger, trying to quicken the flow. Under the white sheets, Himiko's legs began to thrash.

"MoOoRe, bLoOd," Himiko ordered, trying to raise her head and grab a hold of Ochako's finger. As she did, Ochako noticed a faint golden light shining through the black blindfolds where her eyes would be. "OoooChAkO, OCHHHaaHKKOOOOOO! GIiiVVvvE! GggGgiiiiVeeEEEe BLOOoooOd! NOOOOW!"

"Uraraka-san!" Izuku voice, marred by static but nonetheless loud, boomed from a speaker above the center of the window. "Get out of there now, Kacchan's wards won't be enough against Toga-san's transformation--"

*

A guitar chord. E minor?

"...Ch..."

Himiko was a writer, or at least, trying to be one, but she after attending her theatre friend's musical rehearsal and watching them strum guitars, she splurged on a seconhand one, and began teaching herself with free online tutorials.

"...ko...! I... oh, I knew it... I'm sorry... Ocha... Ochako...!"

Sometimes Ochako thought about chastizing Himiko for spending her hard-earned but measly tips on impulses like this. But every time she turned to Himiko, her blindingly large smile would stop her.

"...Just hit her head, Vampy. She'll be fine. Look, she's waking."

And if it wasn't the smile, it was her eyes. Her bright, ever-hopeful eyes, despite all the people who told her she was pursuing dreams she had no talent for...

"...chako!"

Ochako slowly peeled her eyes open. Cradling her was a crying purple-skinned humanoid in an oversized graphic tee with the words "Pluto is a planet!" on it. Folded on her back were a pair of webby or fuzzy wings.

Ochako blinked a few times. The face of the humanoid came into few. The face was very much like a bat's face, complete with black snout, except it was far bigger, and protruding from the top of the humanoid's head were locks of platinum blonde hair.

Ochako gasped. "<Baby?>"

The bat-like person wailed. "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry, <baby.> I hurt you. And not only that, now you see me for who I really am."

Ochako shook her head and touched the side of Himiko's snout. "I do. But it really hasn't changed how I feel about you." She raised her head and kissed the snout.

Himiko's wings opened upon contact, smacking Bakugou in the eye, who Ochako just noticed was standing there, along with Izuku. Cursing, he backed up, Izuku protectively hovering over his eye.

"Oh, Ochako, Ochako!" Himiko cried, sitting Ochako up so she could hug her properly. "I love you, honey! I'm so sorry for everything. Don't divorce me!"

Laughing, Ochako hugged her back. "I wasn't ever planning to, my silly." She squeezed Himiko, secretly enjoying the mild ticklish feeling caused by the slight fuzz covering all of Himiko's skin.

"Ugh. Fucking lesbians," Bakugou griped. "Just fuck and make up like the rest of us gay people. No need for all this horseshit drama."

Still hugging Himiko, Ochako stuck her tongue out, then flipped the middle finger she pricked earlier at him.

"WHY YOU--"

"Kacchan, just stooop! Let them be for a little while, this was a harrowing experience for everyone here--"

"HARROWING MY ASS!"

*

And we're done! Garsh, I wrote all of this in one go on my phone, on the Tumblr app I know I'm insane from 4:30pm to 8:39pm so... 4 hours and 39 minutes?!?!

So much for a mini-break.

Anyway! I dunno if I'll write like this again, but it was most certainly fun! This is my first WLW-centric BNHA / non-BKDK centric piece (unless you count the "wanna be kei" fic), so I don't think I wrote TogaChako that well or with as much nuance as I normally would with BKDK. I'm not sure how I feel with the whole "Uraraka has a problem with sexism" thing either.

But hey, I DID say this was going to be a first draft, only draft, best draft (but even more so than my usual fics)! Give me a pass based on that, okay?

I'll post this on AO3 with minor editing later.

If you read this far, thanks! Follow me on my AO3 account! Actually read my stuff there!

Last thoughts:

-despite the kacchan & uraraka antagonism in here, did you know i multiship kacchako too :> dunno if i can ever write for it though because of bkdk :( i have such massive bkdk brainrot

-i implied it in the piece above but kacchan's not exactly your basic physics undergrad graduate. i was thinking he's a vampire hunter apprentice? uraraka got the wrong idea that he works for the government lol

-i don't know what togachako gave bkdk as a pre-wedding gift

-actually i don't really know how weddings work

-i don't know anything about physics either. i DID do a basic search on women in physics graduate programs and there was an american institute of physics or something page with some stats from 2020. unsurprisingly, women still make up 19% of all programs, yadda yadda. look i'm not a fan of "yas girlboss" feminism at all, so pls don't murder me over for using a very shallow depiction of sexism and isolation women/afab ppl may experience in STEM ;w; (i only drew like 10% of my experience into this)

okay anyway bye i need to go play 7 days to die with my buddies✌TOGACHAKO GREAT

Your wife is a vampire with deteriorating health because of her oath to never drink human blood. You are trying to convince her that 100ml from you every month won’t hurt you, and that blood loss wasn’t the reason you fainted when she sucked your blood few years back.