#bakugo katsuki soulmate au

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Some drawing out of my like a snowflake 🐏🐺

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See You Later

Inspired by this song: see you later (ten years)

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

tw's: angst with happy ending, manga spoilers, bad writing?? (idk bro lmk more in tags)

Summary: In middle school, you see a red string on your finger. It leads you to Bakugo Katsuki, a boy with fire and anger, less than pleased to see you as his soulmate. After several attempts of befriending and getting to know him, he shuns all your efforts to break through. Letting him go, you drift apart.

But the red string of fate hasn't broken yet. Ten years later, you cross paths again.

It had been a week since you moved into the fancy new neighbourhood. Your father had gotten a better job offer here in Musutafu. Of course, that meant a new middle school and new friends. You weren't sure what to expect on your first day of school, but it definitely wasn't seeing a red string on your little finger. 

You were just looking for your class in the early hours of the morning, feeling extremely lost. You frowned, the only one in the hallway, looking sideways for your class. Why was the school so big? Giving up, for the time being, you went down to the little pond with fish you spotted on your way here. You'd just ask someone to help you find your class once there were more students around. 

You kneeled, watching fish of different colours idly swim in the little pond. Were it not for the slight tug you felt on your pinky, you'd probably have stayed there wasting your time. You looked down at your hand, eyes widening, when you saw a crimson string attached to your little finger. Your lips parted in surprise.

You knew your soulmate was somewhere around.

Along with quirks, some people had the gift of recognising their soulmate. You'd heard countless stories of people with tattoos of their soulmate's first words on their bodies or a marking of where their soulmate first touched them. Sure, you had a quirk, but no soulmate marking. 

You slowly stood up, gulping. Who was the person on the other end of the string? Letting out a shaky breath, you followed the string to the school garden. Was your soulmate in the garden? You heard footsteps coming in your direction and then suddenly stopping. You nervously bit your lip, daring to look up.

There he was. A boy with spiky ash-blond hair that pointed in every direction, his eyes just as red as the string connecting you two together, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at you. You noticed he had two coat and shirt buttons unbuttoned and his tie missing. He was the most handsome guy you met, were it not for the fact that he looked like he was going to murder you and hide your body. 

"Are ya going to gape at me all day or say something?" He snapped, making you jump back, his voice deep and raspy.

"Umm- looks like we're soulmates?!" You cringed when your voice came out squeaky. 

"No shit." 

The red string slowly disappeared after having led you two to each other. You twiddled your thumb nervously, wondering what to say to him. You were surprised when he walked past you like he hadn't just found out you were his soulmate but a random stranger he bumped into. You jogged after him, tightening your grip around your school bag. 

"Hey, wait up! What's your name?"

"Fuck off, shitty extra." 

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by his snarky reply. Why would he say that when you asked something so simple? Was he unhappy to find out you were his soulmate? Did he not like the idea of you being his soulmate? You opened your mouth to say something but then decided against it. You sadly turned around, walking in the opposite direction.

Unbeknown to you, none of these were the reasons why he brushed you off. Truth was, he couldn't believe he had a soulmate. Whenever the topic of soulmates came up, everyone had mutually agreed that Bakugo Katsuki could never have a soulmate. He was too proud and angry to have one. 

Maybe they were right. 

He was surprised that someone as pretty as you was his soulmate. You wanted to know his name, and he couldn't even give you a proper reply. He wasn't sure how to react to you. Maybe everyone was right. He was too proud and angry to have a soulmate. 

He glanced back to see that the girl with h/c hair had already left. 

Much to your horror, you were placed in the same class as your soulmate. You took a fistful of your skirt as you sat behind him. Was he always going to be mean to you? Was he even going to bother talking to you? He didn't even bat an eye when you passed him to sit in your assigned seat. 

Blinking tears, you flung thoughts of him aside. So what if your shitty soulmate didn't want to talk to you? It wasn't like he was the last person on earth. You decided to leave him be for the time being and try to make new friends.

By the end of the day, you had befriended the shy greenette from your class. He chatted with you animatedly as you packed your bag to leave class. It was difficult to hold a decent conversation with him at first since he kept blushing and turning away, flustered, but you managed to get him to be comfortable. 

And that irked Bakugo to no end.

You tried over and over for that damn Deku hut you couldn't bother even talking to him again? Maybe if you asked his name again, he would have replied. But now you were making him furious. On his way out of the class, he dumped the contents of Deku's pencil case on the floor and stormed off, making sure to at least crack a pen or two under his shoes before leaving. 

"What's with him?!" You scoffed, helping Midoriya pick up his stationery. 

"He's always been like that..." he mumbled. Your fists clenched at your sides, your nails digging into your palm. 

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Yeah, it's just that," you looked down at your shoes, confused with the whole soulmate deal, "he's my soulmate."

Midoriya's pencil case fell from his hand, his stationery clattering everywhere. You gave him a deadpan look when he gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. "KACCHAN? YOU? SOULMATES?"

"Announce that in a loudspeaker next time." 

"I can't believe this. Y/n, maybe you can change him!"

"Don't be silly. We can't change anyone."

"But- maybe you're the one that will bring out Kacchan's nicer side!"

"Totally." You rolled your eyes.

In a month, you learned to ignore Bakugo's presence. You regularly hung out with Midoriya, much to bakugo's annoyance. He never talked to you, but I made sure you knew he hated you talking to Midoriya. Either way, you ignored Bakugo and managed to steer away from him and his so-called friends.

That was until Midoriya called in sick one day.

Brooding, you left the school building alone. You heard footsteps and snickering behind you and glanced back to see Bakugo's friends. Your eye twitched in annoyance, and you continued walking ahead. But his friends had other plans. They pulled you back by your backpack, almost making you fall. 

"Hey, you're the one always hanging out with that sore loser." One of them snickered, taking your bag and unzipping it. "Got any cash? Oh, look, candy." 

"Put it back, zip the bag, and hand it over." You said firmly. 

"Or what?" 

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. They tossed your school bag amongst each other as you tried getting it back. Annoyed, you opened your water bottle, manipulating the water to come out and splash them all. They glared at you, their uniforms wet, rolling up their sleeves. You backed away into a pillar, feeling intimidated. 

"What do you fuckers think you're doing?" Bakugo's voice boomed, pushing his 'friends' away from you, stepping in front of you almost protectively. 

"Really Bakugo? You're standing up for that quirkless runt's friend?" One of them said.

"You're not laying a hand on my soulmate." He hissed. Realization dawned on their faces, and they stepped back, apologizing.

"Now screw off." Bakugo barked at them. 

Sure, you and Bakugo never talked, but when he stood up for you, your chest warmed, and the slightest grain of hope was planted in your heart. You had to put some sort of effort for your relationship to work. 

"Uh... Thanks." You mumbled. 

"Whatever." He looked away from you, pretending to be uninterested, but stayed put. You gathered your belongings and faced him, scratching your cheek awkwardly. He glanced at you once and made a move to leave, stopping when you held his sleeve.

"Do you want to hang out sometime?" You asked shyly. He stared at you blankly, eyebrows knitted together. You let go of his sleeve, stepping back a little. "We're soulmates, so I thought it would be a good idea to get to know each other a little bit..." you trailed off. 

I'm so stupid. What made me think he'd want to get to know me? I'm just another extra in his way. He doesn't care that we're soulmates, so why do I?

"Give me your number." He demanded, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Eh?"

"Are you deaf? Give me your number so we can decide where to meet over the weekend." He grumbled, handing you his phone. 

"O-oh." You took the phone from him with shaky hands, adding your number to his contacts, internally cursing yourself for being this excited. 

But this was progress, right?

You sighed, glancing down at your phone for the millionth time that afternoon, waiting in the café he told you he'd meet you. He was thirty minutes late. You allowed yourself to wait for fifteen minutes more, before getting up from your seat, tears pooling in your eyes.

What made you think he wanted to get to know you? He probably agreed to a meetup so you would get off his nerves for some time.

"I hate this." You mumbled to yourself, walking out of the café. 

"Hate what?" A familiar voice asked. You glanced back with a frown, freezing when you saw Bakugo. 

"I get caught up in the rush hour, and you decide to ditch my ass?" He rolled his eyes, voice sarcastic.

"Can you blame me?" You grumbled, looking away.

"Klutz." He clicked his tongue. You followed him back into the café, sitting across from him. He stared outside the giant glass panes, elbow on the table, chin in his palm. The sun cast a soft glow in his hair, his maroon eyes almost glowing. His gaze turned to you again, a frown replacing his once neutral features.

"Done orderin' yet?"

I was supposed to order? You picked up the menu, feeling flustered. You ordered your favourite drink while he ordered a cup of cinnamon tea. 

"So what's yer quirk?" He asked. 

"Water manipulation," you replied. "I can basically make the water do what I want it to. Pretty lame." You pointed your finger at a glass of water, having drops of water dance around your finger.

"It's not lame. Can you make weapons?" He asked a hint of amusement in his eyes. You nodded, making a small needle. 

"It's perfect for a hero."

"You want to be a hero, right?" You asked, smiling. "Your quirk is really strong."

"Damn right." He crossed his arms across his chest, sporting a devilish grin. "What about you?"

"I don't know, to be honest. I don't think hero-ing is my thing, so I'm just going to see where life takes me." 

Bakugo snorted, and the little confidence you gained to talk to him went crashing down again. You looked down at your hands, wondering why fate had to put two completely opposite people together. You two would never get along. You felt like he was sitting there across from you solely because he felt obliged to since you were soulmates. 

You silently sipped on your drink once it arrived. Bakugo's eye twitched in annoyance as he watched your glum expression. His jaw clenched as he took in your hairstyle and that stupidly cute white colour sundress you wore, a weird feeling surging in his stomach. What irritated him the most was that you barely looked up at him as if you were scared of him. 

"Do I scare you, Y/n?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm. You almost jumped when he used your name.

"Er- a little bit, I suppose?" You replied honestly.

He let out a 'tch', taking a sip of his tea. "It's not like 'm gonna kill you."

"It's not just that... are we going to be like this forever?"

"Like what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ignoring each other, you being unnecessarily rude to me and many other obvious things."

"First of all, you're the one that doesn't bother even looking at me," Bakugo growled. "Stop making it sound like it's my fault."

"Because the first time I asked for your name you snapped at me!" You reminded, glaring at him. He bared his teeth at you in a scowl. You shook your head, leaning back in your chair, looking out of the window. 

"Look," He ruffled his hair, averting his eyes from you, "this is new to me. I don't know how to go on about this soulmate shit, so give me some time to get used to it."

Your eyes shifted up to him, your gaze softening. He was right. You two were suddenly forced together. Two completely opposite strangers. It was going to take some time for both of you to get used to this. 

"Looks like we both need some time to get used to this." 

Bakugo's breath hitched at your smile. He grumbled, looking away with the faintest pink dusting his cheeks. Maybe you weren't that shitty of a soulmate.

He was slowly warming up to you. Slowly, but surely. When you greeted him in the morning, he at least looked at you and grumbled back an incoherent response. He was getting used to your blabbing during free periods and found himself, God forbid, enjoying your voice. 

One random day, he decided to walk home with you, much to your surprise. You walked beside him in silence, stealing happy glances at him now and then. You were finally getting somewhere with him. "Where do you live?" he asked, stopping in front of a modern Japanese-style house. 

"Just around the corner." You replied. "You?"

"Right here, dumbass." He replied, opening the residency gates. 

"Oh. Looks like we live really close." You grinned. His heart almost leapt out of his chest at that stupidly cute grin. 

"Whatever..." He stepped on the other side, slamming the gates shut and disappearing into his house. 

"Sometimes he acts really strange..." you muttered.

Over the months, you two grew even closer. He respected you enough to let you step into his abode, also known as his room. You two would game or do homework together and then laze around together. If it got too late, he'd walk you home. He made sure to flick your forehead and tease you in greeting every morning. 

Even Midoriya noticed. 

His jaw almost dropped to the floor when he saw you talking to him, your hands making exaggerated gestures as you told him something. The Kacchan he knew would usually yell a 'shut up!' and move on with his day.

It seemed to be going perfectly fine until there were ten months left for Bakugo's entrance exam. 

Today, you guys would be filling out forms for the high school you wanted to attend after this academic year was over. Of course, almost everyone in your class wanted to attend hero schools and courses. 

"Oi, where are ya going to be attending?" He asked. You held your form up for him to read the name of the high school. It was a regular high school where students who didn't want to pursue hero careers studied. 

"It's obviously U.A. for you?" 

"Yeah."

Midoriya hopped over to you with his form in hand. The class was almost empty now since the lessons were over. "Y/n! Where are you applying?" He peeked at your form, giving you a beaming smile. "You said wanted to run a business after high school, right?"

"Yup!"

Bakugo glared at Midoriya, a vein popping on his forehead. That damn Deku knew you wanted to attend a business course, but he didn't. Why didn't you ever tell him? Were you scared he'd belittle you? Bakugo stood up, snatching Deku's form. As if on cue, his little minions gathered around him, snickering at Midoriya. 

"Look who's applying to U.A. Did you really think a quirkless fuck like you could get into U.A.?" Bakugo cocked his head at Deku, daring him to speak back.

"Kacchan, please give me my form back."

"You want it back? Beg."

"Katsuki, give it back." You said sternly. Ignoring you, he burnt Midoriya's form to ash.

"You'll never be a hero," One of Bakugo's minions cackled.

"If you want to be a hero so badly, take a swan dive off the roof. Maybe you'll be born with a quirk in your next life." Bakugo snickered as he left, glancing back to give Midoriya a smirk. Your eyes widened at Bakugo's words. Deku glared at Bakugo, the angriest you ever saw your green-haired friend. 

You never intervened in Bakugo's vendetta against Midoriya before. But when Bakugo spat such venomous words, you couldn't hold it back anymore. You marched out of the class, catching up to him. You put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance back questioningly. You took his hand, pulling him away from his friends.

"Oi, what are you doing?" He asked in confusion as you led him to the staircase. You shoved him against the wall, taking him by surprise. 

"What the fuck-" Before he could finish, your palm crashed into his cheek.

"What's wrong with you?!" You screamed. "What would you do if he actually killed himself?!" Bakugo held his cheek in shock, guilt washing over now that he repeated his words to Midoriya in his head. Then rage clouded his senses. You were standing up for Deku instead of him.

"You always do that." He scowled. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "You're always standing up for that fucking Deku! What do you even like about him?! He's just a quirkless nobody!"

"He's my friend!" 

"Well, you clearly care for your damn friend more than your soulmate!" Bakugo yelled. 

"What- where did that come from?!"

"Hah, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. That damn Deku knew you wanted to go in the business course, but you didn't bother telling me?" He took an intimidating step towards you. "Is it because you think I'm so shitty I would have made fun of you for choosing the business course?"

"It's nothing like that." You replied, unfazed by the steps he took towards you. "I never told you because you never asked since you were too busy flaunting your quirk."

"Just tell me how much you fucking hate me at this point." He scowled.

"You're right. I do hate you and your pride you can't put aside for one minute."

He held his head in his hands, pacing back and forth. He glanced at you, dropping his hands to his sides. "This is why I hate soulmates."

"Don't worry. I'm not very happy about being bound to you for the rest of my life either." You snapped. You turned away from him to descend the stairs, glancing behind your shoulder for the last time. "Good luck being a hero with that mindset of yours. Heroes are meant to protect the weak. Not bully them to death."

Bakugo seethed in his place, his fists fuming. "You know what? I wish I had a scissor the day I found you were my soulmate so I could cut that damn string that made me meet you."

Wordlessly, you left him on the staircase.

When you weren't there in class the next day, Bakugo assumed you called in sick. But when the teacher told him you were moving to another school, his blood chilled. Were you transferring schools because of him? 

After school, he found Deku leaving the school building. He ran up to him, stopping the boy. "Why is Y/n changing schools?"

"Umm..." Deku knew the reason you changed schools was Bakugo, but he couldn't say it to his face unless he wanted a fracture in his skull, "she said she found a better school."

Bakugo let Deku go, his eyebrows knitted deep in thought. Were you seriously going to transfer schools without saying a word to him after your fight? Was he a little too harsh? When he paid attention to his surroundings, he realized his feet had taken him to your house. He brought his finger to the doorbell, hesitating. What would he say after the door opened?

I do hate you and your pride you can't put aside for one minute, your voice echoed in his head. He gulped and pressed the doorbell. 

An older woman with the same h/c hair as yours opened the door, "Hello. You are...?"

"I'm Y/n's-" Y/n's what? Friend? Clearly, you guys weren't friends anymore. Soulmate? You both expressed you didn't want each other. "I'm Y/n's classmate."

The woman nodded and called for you. He heard you reply, 'I'm coming!' in the background. You appeared behind your mother, peeking over her shoulder to see who it was, freezing when you saw it was Bakugo. You stepped outside, closing the door behind you so you two could have some privacy. You sat on the porch beside Bakugo, playing with a thread on your pants. 

"Changing schools, huh?" He was the first one to speak, looking anywhere but at you.

"Yeah," you replied, "it's better this way."

There was thick silence between you two, followed by the buzz of the hot afternoon. Bakugo broke the silence first. "Is it because of me?"

You looked up at the deep blue sky, shielding your eyes from the sun. "I don't know," you admitted. "I want to spend the rest of my months in junior high stress-free. This seems like the only appropriate solution to me." 

You met his crimson eyes, giving him a smile, "I want to end this one on a good note. So forgive me for my sharp words yesterday."

Bakugo wished you'd slap him again instead of being so nice to him. He did not deserve this. He did not deserve your kindness. He bit his tongue, trying to ease the surging emotions inside his chest. He wanted to apologise. He really did. But he couldn't.

"Is this goodbye?" He asked. He watched you get up and walk back to your door. He got up, facing you, waiting for a reply. 

"See you later." You smiled as you closed the door. 

That day was the last time you talked to each other.

Bakugo magnificently failed his provisional licence test. He was curled up in his bed, buried under a blanket, his entire body aching after confronting Midoriya earlier. There was too much running in his mind. It was overwhelming. His hunch of Deku getting All Might's quirk proved to be right, and then there was the fact that he was slowly going to rebuild his friendship with Midoriya. There was also you.

He was fixing his mistakes, working towards being a better version of himself, but he never got to fix his relationship with you. It had been so long since he last saw you he was starting to forget what you looked like. The bond between you two was still there. He knew because every time he held his hand up and closed his eyes, he could still see the red string. 

Bakugo got out from under the blanket. After the house arrest, he'd visit his neighbourhood and talk to you again. He wanted you to give him another chance. This time, he wasn't going to let you go.

As soon as his house arrest was lifted, he took the bus and stopped by his neighbourhood. He ran past his house and turned to the corner where your house was. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing outside with a guy your guys' age. Your hair had grown longer, and your facial features seemed to have matured from the last time he saw you. You smiled at the mysterious boy standing next to you. Your smile was still pretty as it was before. 

Bakugo's jaw clenched when the boy leaned in and grabbed your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. His heart fell to his stomach. Who was he kidding? Did he really expect you to wait for him all this time? 

He slowly turned back to where he came from, cursing the tears that formed in his eyes. He wiped them away, convincing himself that you deserved someone better than him anyway.

Schools all over Japan shut down due to the war. You were lazing on the couch, re-reading a novel. Every now and then, you tuned in with the news. You found out Katsuki and many other hero students would be on the frontlines. 

If you were being honest, you missed him. Or it was more like you missed the idea of what it would be like if you two remained by each other's side instead of drifting apart. In your freshman year, you got into a relationship with a guy you thought was your type. But you couldn't seem to let your soulmate go, and your ex didn't seem to like the idea of you already having a soulmate. That was the end of your relationship.

You sighed, putting the novel over your face. You suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in the left side of your chest. You sat up straight, cupping your breast, trying to breathe the pain away. Unexpectedly, the red string on your little finger appeared again. Your eyes widened, and you stood up. 

This time, you did not have the chance to follow it. Because the red string of fate snapped in two.

You picked up the tray with coffee and cake, setting it on your customer's table with a smile. It had been a few months since you opened this café, and business was booming. 

Ten years had passed since the incident with the red string snapping in two. After the war was over, you found out that Bakugo died for a short period of time due to the rupture in his heart. It was fixed by the Ninja hero, edgeshot. Bakugo was okay. When you closed your eyes, you could still see the red string. It gave you some sort of comfort knowing he was alive.

At the end of the day, you closed the café, dropping the shutters and securing the lock. You yawned, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover it. You were closing awfully late today. You pulled your long coat tighter around your body, shivering in the cold midnight breeze. 

You walked the empty streets, hands in your pockets to keep them warm. You let out a long exhale, watching your breath condense. You felt a slight tug on your little finger and slid your hand out. You stopped breathing when you saw a red colour string around your finger. 

You stood there, staring at your hand. After a few seconds of trying to calm your dancing heart, you looked up, your breath hitching. There he was. Standing a few feet across from you, watching you through his ash-blonde bangs, was Bakugo Katsuki.

Tears pooled in your eyes as you took in your soulmate. He'd grown so tall since the last time you saw him. You were just teenagers then. He had gained more muscle, the streetlamps highlighting his gains hiding behind his winter hero suit. He looked ethereal. 

He gaped at you in disbelief. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw the red string appear again. He took a step towards you, admiring the beautiful woman you blossomed into. How long had it been? Ten years?

You ran up to him, putting all your uncertainty aside and throwing your arms around him. Bakugo put his hands up in surprise, unsure where to put his hands. 

"I missed you, Katsuki." You whispered, your ear on his chest, eyes closed. You felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. 

"I missed you too, Y/n" He breathed, his voice reverberating in his chest.

You pulled away, admiring his vermillion eyes shining in the streetlight. He looked so different yet the same. You put some distance between you two, clearing your throat. 

"What're you doing out here so late?"

"Patrol. What about you?"

"Just closed the café. I got busy with the transactions and lost track of time." You finished with a small laugh. Bakugo's chest warmed at that sound.

"Opened your own café, huh?" He smirked. 

"Yeah," You smiled. 

You guys stood across from each other with so much to say, yet no words would form. You shifted on your feet, putting a hand behind your neck, averting your gaze. "I thought... I'd never see you again. When you almost died in the war... it scared me, Katsuki."

"Sorry..." He mumbled.

You shook your head, taking his hands. "I'm sorry, Katsuki. I never gave you a chance. I- I left after saying some pretty mean things. I'm so sorry."

"Shh," His big, calloused hands cupped your cheek, wiping the tear under your eye before it rolled down. He wanted you to know he was a changed man. Sure, he was still a little quick to temper, but his rage had calmed down over the years. 

"I'm sorry too, Y/n," He murmured, bringing his forehead to yours. "I said some pretty messed up shit too. I never got a chance to apologize. I'm sorry. Im sorry I pushed you away."

"It's alright, Katsuki," you said, holding the hand cupping your cheek, "we were both immature teenagers. It's okay."

"Will you... will you give me another chance?" He asked, watching your expressions carefully. "Unless you're still with that guy."

"Eh?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Which guy?"

Bakugo's face went beet red, and he stepped back from you, coughing. "You know... that guy you kissed."

Your mouth formed an 'O' in realization. You burst out laughing, making Bakugo sweatdrop. "I didn't even last a week with that guy!" You wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye.

"Whatever..." He blushed, scratching his cheek.

"How did you find out though?"

Bakugo huffed, a small pout on his lips. "I wanted to apologize, but when I saw him kiss you, I wasn't sure you wanted me anymore."

You smiled up at him, your eyes softening. "I'll give you another chance, Katsuki. So please give me a chance, too. Let's fix this together."

He brushed the hair away from your face, tucking some away behind your ears. His index and thumb came down to your chin, tilting your head, eyes drifting down to your lips. You leaned closer to him, your eyelashes fluttering shut. He pressed his lips to yours, his heart racing at the feeling of your soft and warm lips on his. 

You went on tiptoes, finding it difficult to crane your neck for him. He smiled against your lips, lowering his back so it would be easier for you. You pulled back for a few seconds, your hands on his shoulders, your cheeks flushed. He dived in for another kiss, this time with more passion. Your back arched when you felt his tongue in your mouth, your hand travelling up to his hair to gently tug on it, his hand behind your neck. 

Time might have not been your favour previously, but time doesn't stay the same forever. Both of you were willing to redo everything and close the decade-long gap away from each other. It wasn't too late yet. 

Your intimate moment with Bakugo was broken when his pager cracked to life. He almost jumped, pulling away from the kiss. "Dynamight, are you still in the area?" A voice asked, "We need backup."

"I'm comin'" He replied. 

He looked down at you, his cheeks red. It was cute. "So, uh- Looks like I gotta go."

"It's alright." You replied, breathless from the kiss. 

"Give me your number." He unlocked his phone, handing it to you. You took it from him, saving your contact number. 

"See you later, Katsuki." You smiled, handing him his phone. 

Bakugo took his phone, feeling content. He pressed another quick kiss to your lips before taking off with explosions, his heart thrumming in his chest. He finally felt at ease after years of wanting to chase you. 'See you later.' You said that ten years ago as well. Bakugo knew it wasn't goodbye this time. Because you would be there with him every day from here on.

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dearly despised soulmate

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

summary: you never wanted a soulmate, trying your hardest to keep it a secret that you're katsuki's soulmate. but he eventually finds out that you're the one he's been looking for all this time…

you didn't want a soulmate. 

especially not katsuki bakugou! 

while everyone had always looked forward to meeting their soulmate, you had always dreaded the moment you'd meet yours. his first words were engraved on your skin and while most people had something like a simple "hello" or a compliment they'd receive from their soulmate like "woah, you're beautiful!" the first words your soulmate would say to you weren't nearly as pretty: 

"get out of my way, loser!"

you never looked forward to meeting the one who'd say those words to you and had sworn to yourself that if you knew who your soulmate was, you'd stay as far away as possible from him! 

though on the day you met katsuki bakugou, you realized that would be hard to pull off, since your soulmate was your classmate. and not just that, since living together in the dorms, you two crossed paths quite often. 

despite that, you tried your best to ignore katsuki. you refused to talk to him, no matter the situation. even when he asked you something, you'd turn away or let someone else do the talking for you. 

and for quite a while, it worked. katsuki tried to get you to talk to him time and time again, but never quite realized why you were ignoring him. he even got as far as making the connection that he called you a loser the first time he spoke to you, but never realized that there might be more to it. 

he never even considered that you were his soulmate. because his soulmate was someone sweet and caring, someone he looked forward to meeting one day. at least, that's what the words engraved on his skin made him believe:

"let me protect you this time!"

katsuki was always the strongest, always the one to save and protect the people around him. but the thought of someone doing the same for him… he should hate it, but he longed to have someone who would stand up for him and have his back. 

the day katsuki found out you were his soulmate was the day he almost lost you too. 

class 1A was split into groups, sent out to help ambush a group of villains. katsuki rushed in like always, but this time things went horribly wrong, as he ran right into one of their traps and got himself injured. 

you had rushed after him, knowing he'd do something reckless like that. but with katsuki injured and the two of you split up from the group, you were the only one who could protect the two of you, while you had to wait for backup that might never come…

and that's when you turned to katsuki and said those words he's been longing to hear all this time: 

"let me protect you this time!"

you flashed him a smile, trying to assure the injured boy that you had what it takes to defeat those villains. and you really did defeat them! though not without getting severly injured yourself. 

as you dealt the final blow, the last adrenalin in your body wore off and you finally collapsed in pain. with the last of your strength, you desperately crawled towards katsuki, who had his hand reached out towards you. 

"s-see…? i… protected you…"

your voice was shaky. speaking was exhausting and you barely had the strength to do so. it broke katsuki's heart to see you like this. 

"dumbass…" he huffed, trying to hold back tears from seeing you like this. "you never had anything to prove to me…" 

he inched closer, reaching out his hand towards you. he could almost touch your hand. almost.

"i thought that… i'm a loser…"

you mumbled out, with a faint hint of a smile on your lips. katsuki wasn't sure if you were trying to tease him or if his words had really hurt you that much. 

"you're not a loser… you're my soulmate! you're the most amazing person out there…"

katsuki continued to crawl towards you, before he finally collapsed. he was too weak to move. he had almost reached you, but he couldn't hold you yet. oh how he longed to hold you right now…

"you should've… told me that sooner…"

you slowly reached out your hand towards him and bakugou did the same. just a few inches. a few centimeters. your hand almost reached each other. but almost wasn't enough. 

"i think that… it's too late now…"

katsuki's eyes widened at your words. he raised his head with what little strength he had left. 

"what do you mean?"

but he got no answer. 

"h-hey… what do you mean by that?"

still, no answer. 

"damn it, dumbass! answer me!"

tears began rolling down his cheeks. despite begging you to answer, he knew you wouldn't. 

"please…" katsuki sobbed quietly. "i just found you… i can't lose you already!" 

but no matter what he said, his words didn't reach you. you were right. he should've told you sooner. if only he had known sooner...

[pamgkrthwrites]

Trigger warnings!!!: Implied past sexual assault, implied violence, Soulmate AU, Fantasy AU, Bakugou x Reader, written on phone so autocorrect is my enemy.

Barbarian!Bakugou raids villages because he is looking for the name on his wrist, his soulmates. You.

You has search many villages and has yet to find you.

That’s is until he finds a small cottages with some animals, a large garden farm and a water full to keep fresh water, in the middle of nowhere.

He sees you and your small 4-5 year old daughter. You treat her as if she is a priceless crystal glassware that is so fragile.

He knows it’s you, he can feel the string on his heart pull him towards you. You must feel it too considering there are times you look into the tree line where in the discretion he is hiding in.

You’ll never see him though.

The day he does make himself known is where it’s raining a storm outside. Bakugou knocks on your door and asks for shelter until the storm pasts.

All he sees is fear in your eyes.

You let him in, but you keep yourself far away from him. He at first thinks it’s because he is clearly a barbarian.

That is until he notices just a few things. Like when he steps towards you too fast and you quickly rushed to the far side of the room. Like when you go to bed, bringing your daughter in with you and lock the door with several locks. Like when he hears you crying to your daughter that you won’t let a man touch her.

It clicks in, and he can feel a violent rage build up in his blood.

He’s going to find the thing that did this to you, and he will kill them. Slowly.

When the storm pasts he says his thanks and leaves. He doesn’t want you under more stress than you clearly are in.

It’s only after his sword is covered in blood does he remember. He never told you his name.

Shit-

He returns to you with Kirishima and Mina behind him. He was hoping that if Mina was with him, you’d be less scared.

He also brings 6 goats as “thanks” for you housing him during the storm.

He still sees the fear in your eyes, but it’s a bit more calm with Mina being there and with the goats.

This time before he leaves, he tells you his name.

“Stop calling me Barbarian! I have a name, y’know! It’s Bakugou Katsuki!”

He only looks in your eye for a second before leaving again.

He won’t be forgetting the look of realisation in your eyes and how they softened a little.

He won’t push you to love him, or even be nice to him while you still clearly live in your fear. He will however visit you once a fortnight so you get use to him.

He won’t touch you until you ask, and he doesn’t dare touch your daughter until you give him permission to.

It’s takes years for you to grant him permission to kiss you, but he doesn’t mind. He knows you needed it at this pace, he’ll never push you. He’ll never force you to do anything.

[kiyoobi]

we all are small particles holding very tightly together in a very large universe • pt 1

Soulmates are given to every child when they turn five through their dreams. You were never assigned one. Growing up and coming to terms with never having a soulmate, you find another Tamaki with a similar fate and become happily engaged. What happens when you start to dream of an old classmate though, his ruby eyes and caramel scent haunting you in and out of your dreams?

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-(-)-

It’s him.

Your eyes meet his and you remember it all.The folds of his school uniform from years ago. His blonde hair in the wind as he blasts his way through the air, racing to be the first pro-hero on site. He stands there, watching you go through the motions. Watching you unsure of yourself, palm over your heart as it aches for him. You step forward, not sure if you’re making the choice to walk towards him or if your heart is still the one in control.

He watches with a careful expression, as if he’s known for years that he’s been the one. He watches as if he’s been waiting. Waiting for your eyes, once clouded, to look into his vermilion ones and see for yourself who he is.

Katsuki, your voice is barely above a whisper and there’s tears starting to sprout from your eyes.

His eyebrows furrow, as if he can’t tell if you’re relieved or questioning the weight of his name on your tongue.

You hold out your hand, outstretched fingers aching to brush his skin.

You okay? The palms of his hands are warm as they hold yours, and for the first time in forever,

you tell the truth.

-(-)-

The room is still dark despite the streaks of light filtering through the blinds. Your mind is foggy, the remnants of your dream withering away with each second. You blink back tears, unsure of what it was you were dreaming about now that you’ve started to wake up. Still half asleep, you mistake the man in your arms for blankets and pillows until he starts to stir awake. For a brief second, a scary moment, you forget who he is and why he’s in your bed.

“Tamaki,” you whisper. You didn’t mean to say this out loud yet he groans in reply, mistaking your answer to your own question for a greeting. “G’morning.”

“Mm,” he hums. Your arms squeeze tight around his shoulders and now that your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can finally make out his indigo bedhead against your pillows. “Mornin’.”

You smile, ignoring the strange sadness settling inside your belly. “When did you get in? You were still working when I went to bed last night.”

Tamaki doesn’t answer for a moment and you think he’s fallen asleep until he turns onto his back. People mistake him for being thin, wiry. Yet you can feel the ropes of muscle in his arms as he pulls you in close by your waist, you can feel his broad chest and his stocky build against your soft curves. His quirk revolves around food and he’s a damn good pro-hero, a prospective top 10 hero this year, of course he ain’t skinny.

“Three,” he replies. “Stay in bed.”

“The Clash is in full swing, Tama.” You joke but you curl into his warmth nonetheless, allowing yourself the few minutes of peace before you go into work. ‘The Clash’, meaning your conflicting schedules, happens at least three times a year. A few weeks of one of you having graveyard shifts while the other keeps to the normal day-time shifts for a pro-hero. He sleepily groans again, yet Tamaki loosens his arms around you.

“When’s your shift done?” His words slur, and it takes you a moment to comprehend his question before you answer.

“I’ll be going in by then,” Tamaki sighs.

You kiss his jaw, soft and clean shaven. He still shaved after his graveyard shift last night, knowing that you prefer the feeling of his skin smooth over the prickle of a five o’clock shadow, AM or otherwise.

“Should’ve gone to my agency instead of staying with Fatgum,” you tease. Tamaki never would’ve changed agencies, and he reaffirms that with a displeased hum. A soft giggle slips out from your lips and you roll your eyes.

Your agencies aren’t that far apart, yet it’s clear that Fatgum’s is far superior than the one you’ve started at a few weeks ago. Your manager nearly quit on you when you transferred, ignoring her pleas to move somewhere that’ll help you climb the ranks instead of plateau. You waved off the questions people threw, ignoring their confusion as to why you’d ever leave such a high ranking agency for a… mediocre one. He doesn’t put up much of a fight when you start to peel away from him, stuffing his face into your pillows as you fumble around the room. The apartment is quiet when you slip on your running shoes, you sling your work bag over your shoulders before you give one last quiet goodbye to your fiancé.

-(-)-

There’s a nagging feeling that you’ve forgotten something. All day you couldn’t shake it. All day your fingers drummed against every desk and flat surface, you bounced your legs on the balls of your feet until your coworkers threw heated glares in your direction. You ignore them now, you ignore their exasperated sighs as you continue to bounce your leg while you type away your paperwork. You chew the inside of your cheek, resting your chin in your hand as you scroll through the file one last time before submitting it for review. These arrests won’t help your rank, it won’t make you popular, they won’t even make it to the front page of the Esuha Daily News let alone the fourteenth page. But it’s a good day.

You’ve made good arrests today, all without casualty. You even meal planned your fucking lunch. So why the hell are you on edge?

Of course your arrests didn’t have casualties though, they didn’t even have injuries. You barely used your quirk today.

Did you even use your quirk today?

The highest activity your watch took track of was when you took a light jog back to your agency building after capturing a runaway purse snatcher. In fact, that was the first and only time you had to use your quirk. He thought running sporadically would throw you off your balance, and maybe it would’ve for a low ranking hero. In a split second you activated your quirk and he teleported right into your arms instead of turning the corner like he had planned. You’ve been working on this trick for months, teleporting objects or people in your place but catching them halfway. Meeting them in the middle. In seconds he was in handcuffs and you left it to the police to get him into custody. You jogged back to work for lunch.

The inside of your cheek starts to bleed as anxiety gnaws inside you. Whatever it was that you had forgotten, is probably gone forever. Irritated at the realization, you sigh and decide to burn off this extra energy with a walk around the building. Tamaki is probably getting dressed by now, stuffing his hero costume into his work bag right from the dryer. He’s got a terrible habit of not folding his clothes, you both do. It’s why you invested in a wrinkle releaser spray, and you hope he’s remembered it for tonight’s shift. Civilians recognize you still, you can’t help a sense of pride and relief when their eyes brighten at the sight of you. A child stops you from your anxiety-ridden walk for a quick autograph, begging you to show them your teleportation quirk before their parent bashfully drags them away.

Your hands twitch, begging to be useful and aching to be used again. You turn the opposite away and head back to the agency.

-(-)-

I cooked u dinner!, you text Tamaki, don’t forget it. it’ll help ur shift tonight :P

Your head bowed low as you stroll down the block, your shift just ending according to the time in your phone. It’s why you don’t see him, it’s why you feel the split second heat of his body prickles against you before you activate your quirk to avoid further disaster. He stumbles in your previous spot, his cheeks pale from nausea as he leans forward (usual symptoms of being teleported without warning).

“Watch where you’re fucking going,” he spits out before straightening up. An eerie sense of dejavú washes over you as you stare back at Dynamight. His eyes haven’t been painted with eyeliner yet, and he’s carrying a gym bag over his shoulders that’s most likely holding his costume.

“Right- sorry.” You let out a laugh, not sure why you’re feeling flustered. You have work to finish before going home, a few more files to mark as “important” even though they’re technically insignificant. You have a home to go to. But his eyes are still on you. And you can’t look away. You’ve forgotten something today, and it’s nagging at you even more now than ever.

His eyebrows furrow and he watches you carefully as your thoughts race. “Shadow Step,” he greets you curtly.

“Dynamight,” you nod and give him a polite smile. Your eyes cut to the athletic compression band on his left arm, surprised to even see a kind that begins from your shoulder and ends at your fingertips. “Are you going into a shift or coming from one?”

Bakugou looks you up and down for a moment before answering, “Coming from one.” There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat. “You look like you’ve got a long night ahead of ya.” Yeah because you haven’t fucking done anything all day and you’re bored .

“Shift just ended actually,” you smile and look behind him towards the agency building.

“You okay?” Bakugou’s words snap your attention back to him, that feeling of dejavú even stronger now.

You both stare for a moment; you, deciding on telling the truth, and him patiently waiting for you to answer or just move along.

“Yeah,” you lie. You hurry back inside the building before he can reply. He used to call me Bambi, you distantly remember. You don’t know why your heart is still racing after seeing him again.

-(-)-

For the next week, it keeps happening.

You wake up with either tears in your eyes or the ghosts of one’s still on your cheeks. Yet whatever you dreamt of is long gone, no matter how much you try to cling to the memories. Until one morning it lingers, the feeling of his hair between your fingers and the warmth of his body against yours. The smell of caramel.

The realization settles slowly, until the weight of guilt is heavy against your bones.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Out of fear, you reach behind you only to feel a cold empty bed beside you. That’s right, Tamaki is on a plane to China for a mission. He’s not going to be back for another week. You stuff your face into the soft blankets, hoping that the smell of home will dampen the heavy caramel still filtering in your mind.

You’ve never even had a real conversation with Bakugou since… ever. With the exception of last week when you inexplicably ran into him, you always saw him in passing from your years at UA. Neither of you had spoken much, maybe paired against each other’s classes for training but other than that…

Today is your day off, you give yourself the luxury of staying in bed for just a little bit longer. The warmth in your chest from your dream is finally lifting, leaving you to breathe once again.

It meant nothing. Just a random dream.

But as your day continues, you can’t get rid of the thought of him.

Why weren’t you guys ever friends? Maybe because he was a major asshole who looked down at everyone like they were a piece of shit.

You snort, shaking the very idea out of your head until a memory springs forth.

Cherry blossoms were floating in the air and the weather just started to turn warmer. It was your third year, the excitement of graduating buzzed through all your classmates and it meant that you all had trouble concentrating on courses. You had gotten in trouble for doodling during the fire quirk safety course, and was forced to stay behind to clean the classroom all by yourself before heading back to your dorms.

You bumped into Katsuki right after, both of you stunned that another student was still around the school so late that neither of you said a word just yet.

“God, Bambi, you’d think that with your stupid quirk you wouldn’t bump into anyone,” he rolls his eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-! Bambi?” You instantly retract your apology, glaring as he brushes you off.

“Yeah, Bambi. Baby deer who can barely fucking walk?” His stupid smirk makes you see red, especially when he starts to step away from you. I nstead of his heavy boot meeting the ground, his face does instead when you activate your quirk. The checkered tiles don’t match now since you’ve switched their spots, but you’re cackling too loudly to care. Just as you try to leave, Katsuki’s hand grabs your ankle and trips you. It’s too quick for you to even think to use your quirk, and the smack of the tile stings.

“What the- fuck you!” You turn and snarl, his annoying little sneering frustrates you more.

“Relax, tit for tat.” Bakugou towers over you, the same hand that tripped you is now offered to help you stand. Reluctantly you take it.

You both help pick up the other’s things, his papers that flew with perfect grades and messy drawings on the tests that you finished early on. It’s quiet between you both. To be honest you were feeling awkward, wondering if maybe you are just a lowly piece of shit as you stare at Bakugou’s perfect marks. You glance at him, not wanting him to catch you marveling at how absolutely genius he is, and find him with one of your essays in his hands. His thumb traces over a messy sketch of a face, the angles harsh and the eyes sharp, but the rest was a blur.

“Soulmate?” He grumbles, his red eyes looking up at yours and you feel your insides freeze at being caught.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so. I don’t think I have one,” you mumble and take the essay from him. Morbid curiosity takes over and you ask him the same.

“Yes,” his answer surprises you. Something in your belly flips, not wanting to know why exactly that upsets you.

You didn’t expect him to have one, not with his attitude and ego. It shouldn't be surprising that he has one, it’s rare for someone to be like you: one without a soulmate. Fated to be alone. By the age of five, right around the time a child has gotten their quirk, they start to dream of their soulmate. You’ve heard of soulmates meeting in sleep, talking and laughing and holding each other in dreams. Waking up knowing they’re out there, remembering every detail of them. You didn’t get these dreams. Maybe you saw people, indistinct faces. But everyone did.

“But how do you know they're your soulmate and not just a random person your brain made up? How do you know it’s not just chemicals?”

Your friends shrugged, a dopey smile on their faces as they imagined their future partners, “You just do.”

That wasn’t helpful.

“Oh,” you replied. “Congrats.” You wanted to reach out and fix his tie and a part of you yearned to run your hands through his hair and see if it truly feels as soft as it looks. Instead you stuffed your papers into your bookbag and stood, muttering an apology for tripping him.

Bakugou looks at you and nods, “It’s fine. I was being a dick.” The sun setting outside streamed through the glass wall and washed over his cheeks, his eyes are rubies in the sunlight. “See ya around, Bambi.”

You nodded, turning away before he could first.

Almost immediately, the feeling of warmth in your chest turns to guilt. A chill runs down your spine, prickling your skin with discomfort. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters.

You’re engaged. He has a soulmate.

None of it matters. You’re happy.

You’re happy. You’re happy. You’re happy. You’re happy.

You mutter this to yourself all day. You tap the words onto your lips with your pen as you fill out endless paperwork. Today you avoid going out on patrol, not wanting to bump into him again. Nearly every time you’ve gone on patrol, you see Katsuki,- Bakugou,- Dynamite . The screams of children as they swarm towards him would catch your attention, and of course the moment you glance towards the commotion you meet his gaze. Time stands still for just a millisecond, and the vague feeling you woke up with that moment would come back like dejavu. Or you’re getting lunch, rushing towards the food stand with the older auntie who loves to squeeze your cheeks and demand you eat more, when the smell of sugar lingers for a moment before disappearing. You hate how your heart races at the smell of sugar burning, you hate that you think of his soft blond hair and his eyes, only to see the treats being sold to the families passing through. All of your shifts are so sleepy, so goddamn boring, that you never noticed the stands selling sweets like American brittle or caramel dipped apples until now.

Caramel follows you everywhere now. Or maybe it’s always been there and you just haven’t noticed. So you decide to stay inside the office, at least until Tamaki gets back from his mission and you can feel like yourself again.

I’m happy. I’m happy. I’m happy.

You stare at the photo of Tamaki and you on your desk, doing everything you can to ignore the ghost smell of caramel determined to linger around you.

-(-)-

You train harder at night. You do everything to avoid sleeping and if you do pass out, you hope to not dream. You can’t take it, seeing him instead of Tamaki. As you go through the motions of hitting the punching bag, ignoring the way your body screams for you to take a break, you nearly miss Tamaki’s call.

“I haven’t heard from you,” his voice makes your chest tighten with guilt. “How was your day?”

The same. It’s always the same. You walk and catch the occasional kid who tries to steal a phone. You sit in your office and do the mind numbing paperwork that follows. Rinse. Repeat.

It’s always the same. You hardly use your quirk, you hardly use the special moves you worked so hard on back in your high school days.

You go home to an empty apartment and an empty bed, left wondering why the hell you aren’t doing more. You go home and eat a dinner you always make for yourself and wish for once that someone else can just do it for you. You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, still brimming with energy and pent up rage, wondering why you are here. Longing for a home that doesn’t exist.

“It was fine,” you chug water in between breaths, the muscles in your arms quivering as you finally take a break.

“That’s nice,” his voice is sweet. You hate how annoyed you’re starting to feel about how compliant he is. There’s a long silence and you wonder when you both got so comfortable.

When did you get so comfortable? When did you stop trying? Why did you decide to settle for less?

That thought stops you cold. Settle for less? Did you mean your career or… Tamaki wasn’t less. He’s a good man, a brave hero, a loving partner. He took care of you. He takes care of you.

He’s never pushed you.

You both never fought, you were both so compliant.

But he loves you.

“I love you,” you say.

Tamaki keens out a shy noise, still not used to your affection even after all your years together and you smile. “I love you too.”

“I want to leave my agency,” you blurt out. “I hate it. It’s so boring.” Everything spills, the way you feel so useless each day, your dreams of being the best being swept away by his shadow, you tell Tamaki everything. Leaving out the smell of caramel that haunts you each morning.

Tamaki is quiet for a moment before responding, “We have a position.”

“You do?” You sit on the gym mat, wondering why you ever doubted your faithful fiancé, your ecstatic laughter rings through the training center.

“Yes,” Tamaki joins in on your laughter. “You’d have to start as a sidekick, really just think of it as the transition period before we get you to debut as a pro hero. But-,”

You can hear your blood rushing through your ear drums, flooding out whatever else Tamaki is saying. Start over? Can you do that, start from the beginning and rise up?

“We can even work together, it’d be- God, that’d be fantastic. I can see you more-,” Tamaki is getting excited, but all you can think of is how once again, you’ll just be overshadowed by the Suneater himself. You wonder if he can hear how hollow your voice sounds, when you tell him how great that’ll be.

A few days after the phone call at the training center, Tamaki tells you that his mission was extended and he won’t be home until the end of the month. You can’t sleep hours later after you told him goodnight, and decide to go on a run. The sound of your feet hitting the pavement helps drown out your thoughts. Lately you’ve been so preoccupied with transferring agencies as soon as Tamaki gets home, that you’ve almost forgotten your soulmate dilemma.

Almost.

You run faster to avoid thinking about it, about him. You’re totally not thinking about him, and you’re doing an excellent job not thinking about him that you run into the asshole.

“Fuck,” you barely feel the scrape on your knee before activating your quirk to save yourself. “Sorry, I-”

“You’d think that with your quirk, you wouldn’t bump into anyone, Bambi.” This time, it’s amusement and not annoyance that he says this sentence to you for a second time in your life. Kat- Dynamite holds out his hand, looking down at you with a faint smirk as you graciously take it. You activate it again, switching places so that you’re looking down at him instead.

“You’d think that with your attitude you’d be at the bottom of the popularity poll.” There’s no malice in your tone, and instead you find yourselves smiling at the other. You help him up easily before cleaning off yourself.

“You’re stronger than you look,” Bakugou compliments. Many thought that, and even had said that to you, and while most times it irks you, this time you feel pride.

“I’ve been training.” You stand taller.

“I’ve noticed.” It’s dark, but you swear the tips of his ears start to go red.

“Yeah?” You smile, and if anyone would’ve called it out, they might call it flirty. “Didn’t realize you’ve been watching.”

“Shaddup,” He laughs and crosses his arms, one still clad in the compression sleeve, the ropes of muscle more prominent in his chest and biceps. “Everyone has been noticing.”

“Really,” you cross your arms and grin. “Everyone?”

“Ever since Elf Ears fucked off on his mission, everyone has noticed you been trolling for night shifts.” He’s right of course, not that you’d freely admit to him. Your restless energy has boiled over and you’ve been picking up more shifts. Shamefully you’ve felt free.

“Not tonight, though.” Tap your shoes against the sidewalk, ready to run. Whatever confidence you had in front of him is fading quickly, and your head is dizzy with the scent of caramel and musk wafting from him.

“No.” Bakugou agrees, watching you carefully. “Not tonight.”

Electricity pulses through the space between you both, and you decide it’s time to end this interaction.

“You okay?” He asks again. The familiar pangs of distress and love floods into your chest and guilt starts to sting you at your core.

Yes. “No.”

“My shift just ended,” Bakugou says nonchalantly, shrugging. “Want to get a drink?”

No . “Yes.”

-(-)-

Drinks didn’t mean what you thought. You and Bakugou walked down the lamp lit streets in silence. A third person could walk between you both, you thought to yourself. You made sure to not pay any attention to his frame, you tried your best to not compare him to your fiancé. All day you haven’t heard from Tamaki, not that you expected him to contact you during a mission. But as you and Katsuki walk to get drinks, you realize it’s the first time in months that you haven’t been riddled with anxiety over your partner.

“This isn’t a bar,” you step through the tea shop and give Katsuki a passing look.

“Never said it was, Bambi.” Your heart flutters at the nickname, yet you don’t give any of it away as you look around the tea shop. His eyes watch you taking it in, the decor that’s been outdated for about thirty years already and the countless porcelain tea cups being reflected by the hanging lights. “Pick a cup, then pick a tea.” Katsuki grabs a ceramic yunomi painted with the colors of a sunset. You bite back a smile, remembering how much he favored the color orange back in school. Not much has changed.

“Hōchija, please.” He sets his cup down and gives a polite nod to the younger boy behind the wooden counter.

Your eyes scan across the once white now faded yellow menu, “May I get the sencha please?”

It’s quiet aside from the music playing the top 100 over the speakers, and then both of you take a seat at the bar. The younger barista hums while measuring out the dried tea leaves, the two of you doing your best to ignore the warmth from your shoulders touching lightly. A few minutes pass and your yunomi is handed back filled with hot tea, it’s heat spreads across the palm of your hand and you ignore the way it stings. It’s delicious.

“This is amazing,” you give a smile to your barista and he bows his head with a shy smile. “How did you hear about this place?”

Bakugou sets his tea back down and you catch the smell of charcoal, vaguely you wonder if it’s the remnants of his shift and you inch closer. “My pops would take me here,” Katsuki’s voice is low and you lean in to catch his words. “It’s the only damned place that we went to that didn’t involve someone screaming at each other. He told me once, ‘Katsuki-chan every cup you drink is one drink closer, I hope, to calming the fuck down.’” Your snort is sudden and loud, and while you struggle to keep your laughter down, you miss the way Katsuki smiles at you before taking another sip of his tea.

“Did it work?” You smile at him, not wanting to think about your chest warming and deciding it’s from the tea.

“I think so.” He answers truthfully, this time he glares when you laugh. “What?” Bakugou sets his tea cup down almost too roughly on the wooden counter, and you notice the same compression band on his left arm still.

Shaking your head and holding your hands up to your defense, you giggle. “The amount of articles I’ve read of the ‘Great Dynamite Hero’-,” your fingers mine the air quotes, “-having his blowouts. It’s hilarious.”

“Didn’t realize you were keeping track of me.” Your eyes look up and find that his are already tracing your features, the curve of your jaw and the tip of your nose. How long have you been this close to him? Close enough to see that he hasn’t slept in a while and close enough to briefly wonder if his lips would taste like burned sugar too.

“I haven’t been. You’re usually on the front page,” your voice wobbles and you shift farther from him. “Tamaki and I like to read the paper together.” At the sound of your fiancé’s name, Bakugou gives a slight nod and shifts back too. Your fingers ghost over your ring. You catch him looking at the silver band briefly. Subconsciously you wish you haven’t said anything at all, and you swipe your thumb over your ring.

The conversation dies, and when Bakugou pays, you go home to try and sleep.

-(-)-

“What happened to your soulmate?” You ask Tamaki, who has gotten back from his trip now, over breakfast. You watch his face wince, the pain of her loss still stinging even after decades. Shame takes its place quickly over the jealousy you feel for him, to have someone you love so much that every piece of you belongs to them and them you.

“She… died. In a car accident.” Tamaki picks at his pancakes, doused in maple syrup. “When we were five.”

Shame burns hotter for you now. “That young?” Tamaki nods, taking a bite of the breakfast he made for you both. “You must’ve barely met her by that point.”

He smiles sadly, “She used to be in my class with Mirio and I. At first, I thought I was just having dreams about school. I used to beg my parents to not send me to bed, I would get hives just thinking about school being in my dreams again.”

“How did you know she was your soulmate?” You think back to all the times in your life that you’ve asked this question. To your partners over the years who didn’t have their soulmates anymore or tried to cheat the system. The friends you had who swore to be single but fate gave them an emptiness to be filled by their love.

And now him. When you and Tamaki started dating, you had the talk with him. The talk you had with everyone. You don’t have a soulmate. You won’t be fatefully theirs, they won’t be yours. If you have an assigned soulmate, please don’t waste my time. The way he looked when you said this, the immensable sadness that washed over his features before giving you a small smile. His words were simple, enough to end the topic and enough to scare you from asking more. Well, good thing I don’t have a soulmate anymore.

“We talked for hours in our dreams,” he sighs at the memory. “I learned things about her that I couldn’t have known if I didn't actually talk to her, so it was pretty much solid. Mirio didn’t meet his soulmate in real life until after high school, they both decided to wait and then exchange numbers. He couldn’t stop jumping and cheering when he heard their voice on the receiver,” Tamaki laughs and looks back at you with a melancholy smile. “You also just know. It’s like suddenly, your body just isn’t yours. It feels like you’re being pulled to them and as much as you want to escape, you can’t run. You don’t want to.”

“What was her name?”

He pauses. “Shinju.” There’s a softness in his voice you haven’t heard before, and you wonder what Tamaki’s life would’ve been like if his soulmate hadn’t died. Maybe they’d even be heroes together, fighting villains side by side with an unspeakable bond that no one could penetrate. He wouldn’t have a partner who would settle for less out of fear of being let go for someone else. He wouldn’t have someone who is a shell of who they are, destined to-

Destined for what?

You don’t know what destiny has for you anymore. Before you were destined to be alone. But now Katuski appears in your dreams, sitting under fruit trees that you always wanted to have in your backyard, never facing you. Or he's by the ocean with waves softly crashing in front of him, warm sand underneath you both.

Before, you accepted that you would be alone. You refused for anyone to tell you that you must feel empty inside, for how else can anyone live without a beloved fucking soulmate? You told them to go fuck themselves, you proved them wrong by becoming a pro-hero despite having no natural goddamn cheerleader and you did it with a beaming ass smile and the ego that weighed more than what All Might could bench.

You were fine. You were happy.

Until you made yourself small.

You aren’t empty inside. You’ve made yourself small.

Tamaki was dreamy, he was shy and dreamy and sweet and romantic in all of his awkward ways. You allowed your light to be diminished under his shadow.

Because eventually, all those people pitying you for being so alone, got to you. You’re human after all, isn’t it normal to feel melancholy when you see a couple laughing and holding hands? Isn’t it normal to wish to have someone love all of you, imperfections included? Isn’t it normal to want to have somebody be there for you? Isn’t it normal to not want to go to bed and wonder what it is like to have someone hold you? You weren’t as tough as you thought. You felt like you let down those people you met in forums for those without soulmates, the civilians and heroes who never was bestowed a soulmate who said “Fuck them, I’m my own person” and never even wanted to date. They were complete because they had family, friends, a career, sexy one night stands. They could rely on themselves and no one else.

You don’t know where you fall anymore.

-(-)-

[hotwings0203]

Bully Bakugo w a soulmate be likeee ehehehe

Tw:noncon, bullying, stalking

It would’ve been easier if he had outright tormented you. If it had been you who was the victim of the surrounding bullying, the not-so-quiet snarls of insults that came hurling at your female friends, the physical altercations that his goons would exchange between the guys in your class that you’d laugh with, but no.

No, he wasn’t that merciful. He wanted you to know that inside the targeted circle of your friends and family lied a very isolated you.

He was picking off these people one by one to get closer to you, akin to the way he was picking off each layer of skin that protected you from his grasp.

He never spoke a word to you because he never had to. When you’d be walking with your friends behind the school, he was always there with his own posse, gravitating towards your group and quietly observing as his looming henchmen would pick at your friends’ skirts, push their books out of their shaking hands, call them horrible names.

You knew he was behind it, because above the defensive fear your friends showed, and amidst the cruel laughter his men boomed out, Bakugo would always be behind the shadows of his cronies, head tilted, eyes narrowing up and down your figure, a mocking sympathetic smile that never seemed to cease as tears would fill your eyes.

When disgusting rumors came out about your family being involved with numerous scandals, you hadn’t the heart nerve to stand up in front of the room and confidently deny the false claims. Your peers knew they weren’t true, but they saw your head down and knew to simply leave you be. Their silence was enough support for you.

What they didn’t see however, was a sight only for you across the class.

While your fists curled in your skirt and your mouth trembled at hearing all the lies read from the articles about your extended cousins and siblings, you could feel his stone-cold, yet triumphant gaze on you. He’d always make sure to be seated somewhere he could assess your body language and turn the knife in your heart further. Your classmates didn’t see it, because he saved the show of palming his bulge at the sight of you breaking only for you. He made sure when you dared to lift your gaze a minuscule amount to confirm your worst suspicion, his hips would lift crudely and thighs would flex threateningly at a promise of your future with him.

You stayed mute, knowing that the day you acknowledged him, he’d win.

Once you’d beg him to stop the lies, the fear, the target on your back, the pain, he’d have you under his thumb, right where he wants you.

So you opted to grin sheepishly and bear it for a little while longer, your surrounding circle too scared to call you or him out on this perverted cat-and-mouse game that they were so unfortunate to be casualties in.

But although he seemed amused at your avoidance of him, the antics only got worse from then on.

He began to grow bolder at your bowed head, and started to approach you more closely. Not enough to warrant an actual reason for you to pin the blame on him, but enough to make you jumpier and more frazzled than usual.

Bakugo began sitting even closer to you now in class, going so far as to sitting directly behind you. You’d feel it, the breath on your neck, the hot fingertips trailing down your skirt, his feet sliding under your desk to push your own shoes apart and in turn, pushing your thighs open.

And when you told your friends to stop walking you home for their sake, you didn’t miss the foreboding shadow of a familiar figure trailing behind you all the way down the block.

Protecting, and threatening.

Promises that warranted a restraining order in your inbox, pictures in your messages that made you sick to your stomach, random facts about the daily habits of close people on your lives, all the solidify the fact that he knows enough to take you down if you fuck with him any longer.

You thought your submission is what he wants, but Bakugo’s version of submission isn’t avoidance.

It’s you, in his bed, tied up with galaxy-colored splotches decorating your body like a painting. It’s your mouth, open and tongue rolling out, various tones of pain and pleasure whining out for him, covered in his white love. It’s your tits, your ass, your sweet, sweet fucking cunt perspiring wanton lust for him, your body bouncing up and down his dick like a trampoline, face down, ass up, holes open and stretched to accommodate whatever the fuck he puts inside of you.

Taking what he gives you from the front, the back, bent over on the sofa, pressed against the shower door, lifted up against the walls, your blood and cum mixing together as you shake without his supporting hold on you.

Needing him, as he needs you.

And one day, his premonition comes true.

It’s sick, truly, how you did nothing but hold your tongue and yet the world laughs at your patience.

Your friends are matched with their soulmates, excited hushed squeals erupting the classroom as the loudspeaker blares the pairing over the intercom as procedure makes it so. Blushed smiles from across the room are met with whooping, joyous laughter from the rest of the room, and one by one, everyone around you has met their lifelong partner.

And as the pool narrows down to you, him, and a select few others, the smile reserved for the celebration of your friends’ futures starts dimming when realizing what could be in your own.

It’s not possible, your girlfriends say, seeming to be inspecting the marks on their shoes and cuticles on their hands for much longer than they can look at you. There’s absolutely no way, don’t even think about it. He’ll get matched with someone from another school, another city, another country, and then you’ll never have to see him again.

But distance is a funny thing, and time works in accordance as a few weeks later, a name is called with yours-a name that sends goosebumps down your spine, that chills your heart and crushes your hope.

A name that, you thought would come to pass, but instead has thrusted itself into your life forever more.

It seems like the clock has stopped, and that there is only you two in the room when you finally meet each others’ gazes for once.

His, a disgusting mix of wonder, smugness, frenzied craze, and…

Something too soft for you to want to put a name to.

The room is in a state of pin-drop silence.

There is no whooping, no playful jeers, no clapping, or teasing. Even his goons seem shocked that the universe has made this bantered game of predator and prey into something much more deadlier, more cruel and permanent.

Bakugo Katsuki is etched on your ribs, below your heart.

You swallow hard, and tilt your head down, continuing the lesson your professor stutters to finish, yet never blinking.

You don’t want him to see the everlasting tears fall from your eyes.

And he’s not stupid either.

He stays there in the building, right in his seat even after the lecture has ended and you’ve bolted out of your chair to go back home.

Remains rooted as he watches from the window his friends ignoring yours for once, his authority not there to egg them on with you not in the lucite.

He doesn’t need to move, time will go on with only you in his life from now on.

The sun goes down right in front of him, and it reminds him of you, starting off bright and darkening as the moon comes out to take its place.

It feels like the hours haven’t moved though from the way he stays in the same position as he was when your conjoined names were called. His neck grows stiff as he becomes lost in thought, unmoving as his body begins to heat up.

Bakugo can’t tell if it’s because of your name being seared into his inflammable skin, or because his burning desire for you has grown exponentially within a few hours.

And why should it, when he need not crave for you any longer? After all, just as the sun and the moon move in accordance with each other, both your lives will not proceed without each other’s in complement.

He’ll take you so as he pleases, as his god-given birthright on you has been proven before his very own eyes, has been spoken aloud and written across his veins for others to witness.

So he sets out to find you, where he knows you’ll be when he finally hears the entrance doors creak open at night.

He bets you think you’re so smart for coming here so late, so cunning and sly as you thought you were when you ignored his presence.

But his existence is a reminder of his dominance over you. To be better, stronger, and smarter than you is the reason he’s alive in accordance to you.

He listens, and waits, as he’s always done.

You’re so predictable, it’s cute if not pitiful. Your steps can be heard loud and clear from downstairs across the school building, echoing through the halls and pinpointing exactly where you are.

And you, poor little you must’ve thought he’d see you in the morning, huh? That he went home along his merry way, skipping over the cracks in the sidewalk as he terrorized someone else for a change? You thought he’d let you celebrate your last day of independence by yourself before he plagued your life tenfold the next day?

If that’s the case, it’s time to show you how being alone and naive can be so dangerous for a weak little girl like yourself.

That’s why when he creeps downstairs extra cautious of his footsteps, you’re comfortable nosing around the headmaster’s office, being as disruptive and frantic as you can. What you’re looking for, he has no idea, but with your back turned to him at the threshold of the door he can see it clearly after a couple minutes of you scavenging around.

It’s some kind of paperwork to file a claim of changing your soulmate, something he didn’t even know existed. The big, bold letters at the head of the paper omit a sigh of relief from you, but before you can pocket the crumpled paper, he speaks low and gravelly into the silence.

“That’s not very nice.”

You shriek and whip around, clutching your heart and looking white as a ghost at the intruder’s voice…only to turn have your knees buckle and heart drop to your ass at the sight of who greets you.

He’s standing there, crossing his arms across his chest and looking almost-bored if not for the dark glimmer in his eyes. It doesn’t help your situation that his drake fills up the space in the doorway and effectively blocks off your exit. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for another way out before he speaks again, keeping his voice barely contained with palpable rage bubbling beneath his skin. You’re still ignoring him, even as your doom lies before your very eyes.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” He juts his chin out like an ape and cocks his head at the pink paper pressed against your chest.

“N-nothing. What the hell are you doing here anyways?” You try to keep your voice from wavering, but it backfired tremendously, cracking in turn to add insult to injury.

It makes you wince, and he lets the silence between the two of you simmer in the room for a solid minute just to increase your uneasiness.

He sighs and pushes himself off the doorway before striding towards you leisurely, the casual hands stuffed in his pockets doing nothing to hide the fists of rage curled beneath the fabric and making you bleat with fear as you notice the same thing.

The blond backs you up against the bookshelf and continues snarling quietly, “I’ll let that tone slide since I haven’t taught you the proper way to address me yet, but for future reference, when I ask you something, answer me and respond with sir, master, or daddy. I’ll let you pick since I’m so nice.”

As he reaches out for the paper in your hands you turn on instinct and bolt sideways the second he nears you.

It’s a pathetic struggle, one that doesn’t even last for 2 min tired before he’s pressed up against your back, his palms against yours and splaying your fingers out to where the paper is in clear sight.

He’s hyper aware of your body so close to his, and he cursed his heart for pounding faster when you squeak and squirm against his hold.

To quell his own nerves, he snarls into your ear and makes you cringe as he reads aloud the words on the paper. “Hasnt even been a full 24 hours and you wanna leave me already? I’m hurt sweetheart, you didn’t even give me a chance yet.”

He hopes the bitterness in his heart doesn’t bleed truth into his words, hopes the biting jeer slipping from his tongue covers the insecurity at you being so close and literally in his grasp, yet so far from where he wants you to be.

The shadows coming from the grand windows of the room seem to tighten their hold and looming figure above you, like he inhabits the darkness itself.

“I-I don’t wan-wanna be y-your soulmate,” you sob out with shaky words. It’s unnecessary to say, if he’s being honest, because the trembling of your body against his boner gives your feelings away anyways.

But nonetheless, he bites into it and grazes his teeth along your neck while continuing to spit venom.

“Didnt realize I got ownership of a bratty little pet. Don’t worry, I’ll curb that attitude soon enough. After all,” he croons as one large hand relinquishes it’s hold on your feeble wrists and slides the bottom of your shirt up. The cold air against his hot touch makes you gasp slightly and causes the stiffness of his cock against your ass to be even harder at the noise. His thumb caresses the underside of your tit as he traces his name over your heart.

“The proof is right here. I can do anything I want with you. And no paper, no person, is gonna stop me from getting what I want.”

If he’s being honest, he didn’t want it to be this way. He wanted to take you in the comfort of a clean bedroom, roses or some girly shit you would’ve liked laid out on the bed. Maybe it would’ve made you giggle at how cheesy it was, and maybe he would’ve responded with a grumbled complaint at his effort, one that would make him turn away and egg you on to coddle him.

His aching heart sinks as your sobs grow in volume, and he hates himself as his dick jumps with your voice. He wants to cut the organ out and fling it by your feet, ask you to put him out of his misery as he begins to conquer what he knows will never truly be his.

Kill me, he whispers to you and himself under his breath as he slams your back on the mahogany desk.

Be mine, he pleads in his mind as he begins rutting into your pink panties.

His mind begins to break as his erection grows tighter and stronger inside of you, thrusting deep inside of you and forcing your body to react in ways you never want it to.

“Yeah? You like that? You like having your bully, oh, sorry, soulmates dick inside you? You fucked up bitch, you thought you could escape me for that long, hah?”

“P-please, please be gentle, f-first time-!” Your voice bounces along with your body as he sits you upright on his bare lap and begins slamming your hips down his cock.

He caresses your nipples, then slaps them as if to slap himself out of his trance. Your body beckons him forward, but he knows it’s all a lie, it’s fabricated, another cruel jest of the universe to tease him into his instincts and not his mind.

Your clit is rubbed mercilessly, cock plunging in and out of you at an inhuman pace as you try to gasp for air. He’s like an animal, pounding inside you and biting everything in his like of vision.

The blond spikes on his head tickle your chin as he puts his body weight on you and prevents you from squirming. Razor sharp teeth trace over your silhouette and sink in the plushiest parts of you, allowing his drool of lust to cool on your skin and make you shiver involuntarily. His hips never stop humping into you like a dog with its toy, and after he’s done making a chew-toy of your body, he leans above you and grasps your chin to look at him. Your face is slippery from all the fluids emitted from this ordeal, but nevertheless he makes it a point to sink his nails into your cheeks when he feels your skin slipping away from him.

“I tried being nice,” he tries growling, but his voice betrays him and catches in his throat at the sight of your tears shining silver in the moonlight. “I wanted it to be special, wanted you to be good for me so I can love you the same.”

It’s a lie, but he’s glad you can’t hear it over the schlicking sounds of his brutal fucking and your wails combined. It’s a lie because, he knows he’ll always love you the same-the same fucked up way that he can’t express except in physical actions that turn more aggressive the more his love surmounts and spirals out of his control.

Love me, he exhales out loud, on top of you on the floor after taking you in every part of the room.

And he hates himself for knowing that you needn’t answer; you don’t have a choice anyways.

[eris-snow]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

Tags: soulmates ,Bakugou x gn!reader, swearing

There's comfort in knowing that there's someone out there for you. I wish I could say the same about me.

The words on your wrist tie you to your soulmate. When these words are said to you, they can mean one or two things. Fate has granted you a one-way ticket to happiness, or it's to give you a wake-up call to stop trampling over your soulmate's feelings.

This was ingrained into every child's mind before they even step into elementary school.

Bakugou never liked the idea of soulmates. He would scoff at his father's attempt to tell him about how he found out his devil-like Mom was his soulmate, replying with one snarky word, "Bullshit."

What was the point of soulmates anyway? Imagine needing to carry the burden of someone else's feelings, how much effort expanded just to keep said person happy. He could use that time to train to be the number one hero!

But he can't stop fate, can he?

No, not when everyone around him has a stupid sentence tattooed on their wrist. Especially not when he too has those damn words tattooed on his wrist.

Your soulmate must be damn lucky to have you then.

Even with the font so small, it was fucking embarrassing to have to walk around with those honey-sweet words around his wrist. His mother cooed, gushing at Bakugou's future soulmate's future words.

How the fuck was he supposed to be the number one hero and deal with a sassy-ass person that was getting on his nerves all the time? So when he's in UA, he hides it whenever he can.

With his sleeve, a watch, a wristband, anything that could get him to stop thinking about his soulmate mark.

But then, he meets you. You're pretty and smart, and every time you speak your words were clipped with a mature crisp as you hold that air of level-headedness that everyone else seemed to lack. He doesn't speak to you, and you don't to him, because you both are in two completely different circles.

You prefer hanging out alone, while he has his gang of extras that trail after him.

He relishes the spotlight, his face plastered on the TV for every major event that happens, while you prefer to sink into the shadows.

You both only talk when you have to work together, and to him, you were just someone he could stand a little better than the rest. That was, until you muttered those words.

Bakugou was yelling at Shitty Hair as they left the classroom, demanding that he stop following him already because he just wanted to be alone. But that's when you come along, throwing an eyebrow raise.

"Cut him some slack, Bakugou." You sighed, "Kirishima's your friend, you should stop pushing him away."

On instinct, Bakugou snapped. "Mind your own business, Dumbass! I treat any extra however I want."

You paused, stunned for a few seconds, and just as Kirishima gets out a small, disappointed "Bakugou..." You shoot him a wry smile, and out comes the deafening words that make his stomach drop.

"Your soulmate must be damn lucky to have you then."

Bakugou's mouth falls open as he freezes in his tracks as you lifted up your wrist to show him his very words imprinted on your skin.

Fuck.

Bakugou never liked the idea of soulmates, because now as he chases after you and leaves poor, clueless Kirishima alone in the hallway, he finally understands. The rush of emotions that occur when you realise that had met your soulmate. The thumping in his chest as he turns the corner only to find no one.

He'd deal with these overflowing and controversial feelings about soulmates later.

After he's made it up to you.

[confusedblakex]

Soulmate AU Series: Katsuki Bakugo

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo X Reader (GN)

Summary: The day you get your soulmark, except you didn't find your soulmate the way you expected

Wordcount: 628

Warnings: Cussing (it's Bakugo)

Requested by: No one

Inspired by: This post by @dashielldeveron , this post by @haitani-trash and this post by @virtual--hug

Notes: Reader’s quirk hasn’t been decided yet, please drop suggestions in the comments and I’ll pick the one I think works the best

Last edited: 07th April 2023

Prologue

You woke up startled, your alarm catching you off guard. You’d stayed up late last night trying to wait until midnight, but you must have fallen asleep too early.

Cautiously, you looked yourself over, quickly spotting the words written on the inside of your left wrist in small, fine writing.

‘What the fuck?!’

You groaned to yourself. It definitely could have been worse, but it was also a somewhat generic phrase. You’d have to come up with a really good comeback for it, so they’d definitely know you two were soulmates… Unless you spoke first.

Wait, what if it was last words and not first words?

Deciding to leave it for now, you readied yourself for school, replying to text messages of congratulation as you were going.

---

You sat through classes that day as though nothing had happened. There were many people congratulating you and asking about your soulmark, but the hype calmed down as soon as they had figured out no one in the class had a matching soulmark type.

“I’m pretty sure Shinso has the first words soulmark,” Izuku offered, and while you thanked him for it, you didn’t really see the point. Fate would take it’s course, and today was only the first day.

“Sounds like something Bakugo would say,” Jiro joked with you at lunch, and you laughed with her. She wasn’t wrong.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but part of you was sad that your soulmate was no one in your class. Your eye has been drawn to a small few of them, and Bakugo was included. Yes, he very obviously had issues, but it was something you’d had a long time to think about. You’d liked to think he had a hidden romantic side, though that might just be you being hopeless.

Once you were back in class, you stood next to Jiro’s desk to speak with her and Tokoyami. The topics of conversation were the usual, and then the topic of your birthday on top of that.

“So…” Jiro stared.

“So?” You parroted, confused.

“Jiro and I got you a birthday gift,” Tokoyami revealed, a small smile on his face (beak?).

“Yep! We got concert tickets - for you and us, of course,” Jiro revealed, pulling three physical tickets from her bag. You noticed the pattern on them and were taken aback by the logo of your favourite music artist.

In your surprise and gratitude, you weren’t prepared to feel a smack against your rear. In a moment of uncertainty and annoyance that someone had ruined your moment, you spun around and smacked - who you expected to be Kaminari - square in the face.

It was not, in fact, Kaminari.

“What the fuck?!”

It was Bakugo. Ohhhh shit.

You didn’t take him to be the type of person to just go around smacking people’s butts. That, however, didn’t mean he didn’t deserve it still.

You were about to yell back, argue, when you were suddenly stopped by a burning sensation on your left wrist. You looked down to see your soulmark fade and disappear.

Bakugo must have felt it too, as the mark on his face was fading.

The room settled to silence and, though you were still furious, you were lost to confusion. Then it sunk in.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” he grumbled and proceeded to trudge over to his desk and sit down.

Conversation in the room slowly started back up, some people applauding you and others concerned for you.

“Well… I didn’t see that happening,” Tokoyami said as looked to Jiro, who looked back at him with the same look.

“Help, I think I’m having an existential crisis.” You muttered as you sank down to the floor, wishing to become a puddle.

---

Bonus:

“Are you kidding me?” Jiro groaned as she reluctantly passed the 2000 yen note to the yellow-haired boy.

“Did you really have to be so brazen about it?” She asked.

“Hey, it wasn’t simple!” Kaminari retorted, stuffing the note into his wallet,  “Getting Bakugo to stand there and then make sure no one saw? I think I did quite well,”

“OI! PIKACHU, I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!”

“Oh shi-!”

[authorautism]

Always on my Mind

Summary: Bakugou x GN!Reader soulmate au where soulmates are able to share thoughts but are censored/restrained prior to their meeting. Reader has always spoken to their soulmate and with their shared goal of getting into UA they hope to meet and truly fall in love.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Hints of injuries

"Mommy! Daddy! Look look look what I can do!"

a young child yelled eagerly running towards their parents in the kitchen only 4 years old today their quirk had finally manifested. In the palm of their left hand lay a single glass marble clear with a stripe of red raising their free hand they focus and slowly the marble lifts out of their hand. "Oh wow baby you have Gran's quirk we're so proud." Their mom says bending down to observe as the marble falls back into their palm.

"Yeah seems it skipped a generation that's so great honey," their dad adds setting down the support gear he was tinkering with. "Are you gonna be a hero like Gran and your mom?" He asks.

"Nope, I wanna be like you Daddy. I wanna make cool laser to help Mommy like you do." They proclaim happily. Mom turns a playful glare to dad who is quick to defend himself, "I don't make that many laser I promise." They all laugh as slowly time skips forward.

It had been only a year since then and everyday you made time to practice your quirk as much as your small body could handle learning from Gran how to use you telekinesis and the limits of it, unlike your Gran you could barely lift heavy things at all so that meant flying and levitating was off the table. But it was during one such time as you were making the tv remote fly that you heard thoughts in a voice that wasn't your own.

'this is so lame i didn't do anything wrong'

Eyes widening I run to find my Daddy and Gran in the living room Gran is watching her soaps half awake while Daddy is reading a magazine.

"I've gone crazy from using my quirk!!!" I cry tears welling in my eyes, "Hey woah sweetie what do you mean?" Daddy asks setting his magazine down on the coffee table and Gran jolts into focus turning down her shows volume.

'WHO THE HELL IS YELLING?'

"I hear a voice I'm crazy!" "Oh dear don't worry that's just your soulmate." Daddy explains patting my head a smile on his face from enjoying my torment. "Ha you two forget to tell them." Gran chortles turning up her soap now that she knows there's no danger present.

"Me and Mommy have been too busy to explain, but the voice you're hearing in your head is your soulmates. Or rather their thoughts." Daddy explains as he picks me up to sit in his lap, "So don't worry my dear because your soulmate is sorta like a best friend but more."

"Are you and Mommy soulmates?" I ask beginning to understand what Daddy was explaining. "Yes, in fact I just told her what happened and she's laughing" Daddy says having closed his eyes briefly as if willing the thought to Mommy. "Tell her its not nice to laugh at her own child!" "Ha ok I will sweetheart, why don't you go talk to your new soulmate?" Daddy says setting me down on my feet the whole time I was listening to the whispers of my soulmates thoughts to quiet to hear but present still.

"Ok." With that I return to my room and sit down at my desk where i had been practicing my quirk.

'Um, Hi my Daddy said you're my soulmate my names ---'

'huh? whatever you said i couldn't hear. whatever my mom said the same this is annoying.'

'I don't think this is annoying actually I'm excited! Its like having an imaginary friend that's all my own but you're real and just far away y'know!'

'i guess but i don't even know your name or nothing. plus what if you're some weirdo huh?'

'Well I could say the very same for you! Plus it's already too late I claim you as my friend and you cant change that so haha ha!'

'ha well fine then don't be annoying i'm gonna be an awesome hero some day so you can't get in my way'

'Well then I'll make all your gear like my Daddy does for my mom so you have to hang out with me!'

'fine, but only because i want friends that aren't weak losers like deku.'

With that promise me and my soulmate Soul as I had nicknamed him talked all the time, I learned about Deku or rather Izuku his childhood friend that was quirkless and scolded him for being such a meanie to Zuzu. Often forcing him to convey my words to Zuzu so that I could be friends with him too. He sometimes did the same especially when it came to the rowdy boys in my class, even though I can handle them myself! But slowly the years passed, both of us training our quirks and sharing small moments of our thoughts. We both learned how to block out one another when need be such as on tests where we wanted to focus.

"Try and keep up Deku." Katsuki shouts leading the shorter male towards the playground. Katsuki using the play structure to dull the sounds of his small explosions as he practices his quirk. Truthfully the only reason he brought the boy was at his soulmates request.

'You really gotta stop pretending you bring Zuzu along just for me Soul, we both know you like how he praises you for your quirk control.'

'whatever.'

"Ah sorry Kacchan, I was distracted." Izuku said sprinting to catch up quickly. "Oh I almost forgot to say hi to your soulmate."

"Whatever they say hi back, ugh Zuzu. Such a stupid nickname." Katsuki groans lighting his palms with tiny explosions. "Hurry up I need to practice before it gets dark and our mom's come looking for us."

"Right, sorry Kacchan, oh Gear you said you were practicing too today?" Izuku asks. He often made conversation through Katsuki rather to said boy which was often considered strange to others. As it's very uncommon for the bond to be used this way before soulmates meet.

'Yeah, I took apart Mom's straightener and Dad had to fix it haha.'

"Of course they did Deku neither of us are slackers after all, why are you asking such dumb questions?"

"Sorry I just, I have another question for you Gear." Izuku stops walking causing Katsuki to pauses too annoyed with the stopping.

Tears gather in the shorter males eyes, "D-do you think, that even though I'm quirkless I can be a hero?" He asks the tears now slowly falling as Katsuki's eyes widen.

'Soul don't say that you know you both have the same dream. So say exactly what I'm saying or gonna be super duper mad at you!'

"Deku- I mean Zuzu what they want to say to you is that the believe in you. Maybe not all quirkless people can become heros, I mean they have a quirk and they're not gonna be a hero but even still they think you can be a hero. I mean not as good as a one as me but whatever." Izuku smiles hugging Kacchan who begrudgingly lets it happen only because he knows its what his soulmate would want. And maybe he kinda sorta does wanna make them happy deep down even if he has to deal with crybaby Deku.

'Finally free!' I laugh along to my thoughts leaving the school for a final time. 'It all really flew by huh?'

'yeah next is ua for us' Soul every cocky replies remarking that he sees Deku leaving at the same time. 'Oh, I wanna say bye to Zuzu come one Soul.' He huffs but as always obliges me fake begrudgingly.

"Oh hey Kacchan. Did your soulmate wanna talk to me?" Izuku asks ever clever it's why I had forced Soul to let me be friend him, and like usual the name he calls Soul is blocked out.

"Of course they do, dunno why they always wanna talk to a useless nerd like you." Soul says 'hey be nice to Zuz!' I scold him making him grumble.

"Whatever, they just wanted to say bye and, ugh really? FINE, and Goodluck." Katsuki grumbles the last bit with an angry expression. "Ah I forgot they're also applying to U.a. with us-" "Not with US with me damn nerd." Katsuki cuts off Izuku with a glare. "But whatever you-- what fine I won't say the TRUTH. Anyways we gotta go bye nerd." With that Katsuki leaves Izuku waving over his shoulder.

'gonna take the shortcut, need to start my summer training quickly.'

'Yeah yeah, always busy Soul but be careful remember what your mom said about villains in the area.'

'i'd blow up and damn villain before it even touched me just wait!'

So Katsuki walked home taking the shifty alleyway just as he said unaware of the slime villain that hide from his sight only to strike now.

'FUCK'

'Soul? What's happening?!' Worry brewed in your chest sure it wasn't unusual for Soul to swear but, but not like this.

'GET THIS SHIT OFF ME! I-I CAN'T BREATHE!' With that I'm cut off from Soul. Blood thunders in my veins I can't hear Gran's soaps or Dad's tinkering I can't hear anything but my own thundering heart, I'm frozen in place fear coiling around me.

'I CAN'T LOSE HIM'

Even as my thoughts turn frantic there's nothing I can do helplessly waiting for anything. After way too long for comfort I get something from Soul 'I CAN'T BELIEVE--' its anger not at me but yet still it fills me with relief 'I was so worried!' But just as quickly I'm cut off though this time its different intentional this continues for days, slowly into months only getting glimpses of his thoughts when his barrier slips slightly. I always offer kind words of what I hope is comfort whenever I can.

Till finally it's the day of the entrance exams or rather the recommendation entrance exams, my Dad having given me one as a well know support item making and an alumni of U.A. I felt out of place around these would be heroes and rich kids but soon it's my turn to shine. I had brought in several small items to showcase my quirk and my own skills. A hair dryer and invention I was working on and the heaviest thing I could find that I could lift with my quirk.

"Ah, you have telekinesis like your grandmother on your mother's side, yet you're following in your dad's footsteps?" The Principle asks with a grin. "Correct sir, thought its the same as my Grans" I say slowly lifting the heaviest item and trying to not let the strain show on my face, "I am able to apply it to support items better." Now I raise the hair dryer into the air focusing on each individual part as slowly its separated into all of its small components hanging in mid air.

"Impressive don't you think Aizawa?" The Principle asks the man in a bright yellow sleeping bag. "So your quirk is more suited towards detail work?" Aizawa asks intrigue in his tired gaze.

'I've got them hook line and sinker now.' Despite the silence I try and involve Soul.

"Yes I can take a part any item so long as I can lift it with my telekinesis and just as quickly--" I snap my fingers and the hair dryer reassembles instantly, "I can reassemble it too." I finish a grin on my face. "As expected from your mother and father, you can expect your letter in the mail soon good job." With that the Principle dismisses me others seem shocked and intrigued as I can't help but grin taking my props with me.

'I did it Soul so you can't fail either!'

'you know i won't idiot.' Eyes widening at his response and I smile wide.

'Good to finally hear from you, I missed you y'know...'

'even though you're annoying i guess i missed you too. i just had a lot of shit to deal with but im back now for good so don't worry yeah.'

'Ok I trust you Soul so know you can trust me too with anything on your mind!'

'yeah yeah i know just don't mention it ok i'll tell you later.'

Walking home with glee I tell my Mom, Dad and Gran the news that I'm probably in already. Being congratulated and warned to not jinx it I slowly unwind getting ready for bed.

Laying look at the ceiling anxiously today was the day well more the morning of our first day. So anxious was practically an understatement I would maybe meet Soul today and yet here I lay frozen in bed.

'are you really that nervous?'

'Yes, I know we've both been working towards this for so so long but, I just...'

'get up. get ready and we won't plan it if we meet by chance today then we meet if we don't that's fine. so stop stressing gearhead our you'll be late.'

Smiling and feeling more confident I get ready for the day. I get well wishes from my family and a knowing look from my mom who leaves with me. We now take the same train to get to work and school.

"Are you excited?" She asks as we walk to the train station.

"Sorta school I know but this is new Soul said we can let our meeting be organic and we don't have to meet today." I explain.

"That's good me and your dad did that actually he was so nervous that it made my hands shake." My mom laughs smiling and no doubt receiving a scolding from my dad in her mind. "But it was good I scared him when I saw him."

"How did you know it was him?"

"Well dear I just knew it was something I knew like breathing and then I clung to him for a whole day straight." My mom finishes with a laugh a smile on her face as we approach the train station.

"Wow a whole day? You really are clingy Mom." I laugh.

"So you'll do fine kid alright."

With that me and my mom parted ways into different train cars so I could face my first day. The ride was uneventful making it to class about fifteen minutes early. I change into my school shoes and look for my class, passing by a rather loud classroom labeled 1-A, none the wiser of what lay inside. Assemblies and meeting classmates and teachers await me this Mei girl seems to be at my level as we chat with one another. Days continue on like that almost in a trance me and Soul still speak to one another in fleeting exchanges but I can tell there's something missing.

'i have a fieldtrip today.'

'Ooh, are you excited Soul? I haven't gone to one with UA yet so you'll have to tell me how it goes.'

'sure, sure. its just a boring search and rescue thing.'

'Still it sounds so exciting I just have normal classes then lab time today.'

'how's the invention coming along?'

'Good! I'm excited to begin testing today actually.'

'hopefully you don't blow it up again idiot.'

'HEY, that wasn't even my fault I shouldn't have let Mei tinker with my baby after all!'

'pfft whatever, i gotta head to class so we can go on this fieldtrip now. maybe i'll see you today...'

'Ha, maybe yeah.'

With that I start another day. Until we're being evacuated from campus due to a nearby villain attack at the place Soul just said he was going. Fear and panic fill my chest was something going to happen to him? Was he going to get hurt or even die before I even got the chance to meet him? Tears well in my eyes but I feel paralyzed stand in the classroom as people start getting their things and clearing out.

"Hey, are you with me now?" Mei asks shaking my shoulder.

"M-my soulmate's in that class..."

"Hey, its going to be ok Almight's on his way over and there was already two proheros there." She tries to reassure me as we both grab my things and leave the school. Mei takes me to a cafe hoping to calm me down a little.

"Pass me your phone I'm gonna text your parents ok?" Wordlessly I hand it over.

'hey, soulmate or whatever don't freak out ok... no matter what I'm going to fight to meet you ok? so just you fucking wait for me!'

[chibigo-ma]

Preview of Chapter 11 of ❝The Rejected Soulmate❞ [K.Bakugou]

Summary: At the age of four, Aizawa Araisa met an ash-blonde boy, and years later, he found out that he was her soulmate and rejected her soon after. At the age of ten, she was kidnapped and saved by her uncle but he got severely injured in the process. For her safety, she moved away from her hometown, leaving her loved ones and soulmates behind. Six years later, Araisa comes back and attends UA with the familiar hot-headed tsundere that fate wants them together. What he doesn't know is that she's running out of time.

As the school day came, she held onto herself as her dad drove her to school. She never liked riding to school as others see that as a privilege, but seeing her circumstances and the recent news about her, she's glad her dad drove her. "Will you be ok?" Shouta asked as he looked at his rear mirror to Ara. 

He watched her nod a bit and grab her bag. She had heard that question too many times to feel numb about it. She got out of the car and walked her way towards the entrance. She could practically feel everyone looking at her. It felt very weird. She noticed other students whispering to one another as they glanced at the young girl.

"Oh my gosh! It's her!" 

"She defeated all those monsters, right?"

"She must love the attention."

"She has a lot of benefits. Her uncle is the number one hero!"

Ara felt herself tripping.

All the voices were overwhelming her. It was hard enough to maintain the inner "monster" she had bottled up. She quickly ran towards the stairs and hid behind/under the stairs as she hyperventilated. She crouched and did her breathing exercises to calm her down.

Breath in.

1.

2.

3.

Breath out. 

1.

2.

3.

And repeat.

She was so in her bubble that she didn't realize someone found her. "Are you ok, mademoiselle?" Aoyama asked, but he never got a reply back. He sat beside her and tapped her shoulder. That seemed to wake her up. She looked beside her to see a new presence. "Oh, good morning, Aoyama," she greeted the foreigner. 

"You don't seem well, oui?" He asked her. He watched her nod. There was silence after that—awkward silence. Despite the two being in the same group for English and their seats being front/behind one another, they never really struck up a conversation unless it was for school or cheese. 

They learned a lot about each other though, thanks to English Class, so you could say that they went past the acquaintance level. Ara stood up and said, "We should get to class." She fixed her bag on her shoulder and walked away with Aoyama following behind her quickly as he caught up with her. "Cheese?" Ara raised an eyebrow. "What?" 

"Cheese," Aoyama mentioned as he pulled out a small block of cheese. Not wanting to be rude, she accepted the cheese. She looked at all of the edges to see if it was good and she took a bite. "Hm, that's delicious," she replied.

She liked cheese, but she had never tasted this type of cheese before. "Oui! I'm glad you liked it," Aoyama did his signature pose as he said that. "Well, uh. Thanks for the cheese. What type of cheese is this?" She asked.

"It's gouda," he answered. "I shall let you taste other cheeses sometime like we talked about," he mentioned. "That would be cool! I've forgotten we talked about that during our fight," she thought back during the Sports Festival. "Kesu!" She turned around to see a crowd running towards her. 

"Please sign my shirt!" 

"You were amazing!" 

"Can I get an autograph?"

"We love you!"

She grabbed something from her watch and slapped it onto Aoyama with her bag. He screamed as he got jetpacked away from her. She ran and used her quirk to run faster than usual. From all the staring and whispering students, she didn't think there would be students reacting this way!

She slammed the door shut as soon as she got inside. She squealed a bit and held the door before they could overpower her. "Oh, shit!" Denki shouts and Sato helps out with the other door.

Ara closed the doors with her quirk and made the cement merge with the door. Ara sighed and faced her back to the door out of breath. "Good internship?" Denki asked and she glared at him. She was a complete mess now after that run and overstimulation. 

"She did get a lot of attention back in Hosu City. Thank goodness Endeavor got you on time when the Nomu grabbed you," Yaomomo held a hand on Ara's shoulder. "Arachan!" Mina cried and held onto Ara for dear life. "I got scared for you!" She shouts. 

"I'm ok," Ara muttered and placed a hand on her hair. "How's your eye?" Jirou asked as she noticed Ara didn't have a bandage anymore. "Yeah, it's ok now," she answered briefly. "Class is about to start, get to your seats!" Iida shouted. 

Ara got to her seat and sat properly as Mina gave her a big hug before she got back to her seat. A shadow cast on her and she looked up to see Baku—Katsuki. She scrunched her face as he pushed her hair back and removed her hair tie.

She could feel his hands smoothing out her hair and feel him tying her hair up. After he was done, he left and she was left neater than before. She could feel eyes on her. What was that? She thought embarrassingly as class started. 

[joelysmile]

Like a snowflake ❄️ (extra episode)

.Hide and seek

[reifukuro]

Bakugo is jealous of any who’s near Izuku in this fanfic 💥🙄

Inspired on:

Blood Moon, chapter 7, By Lalazee on AO3!

[pixeldemonia]

Destined to be together

Selfshipptober day 17: connected

I was too tired and lazy to paint this one, sorry

[pamgkrthwrites]

Touched : Chapter 2 : Waiting

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience. If you are under the age of 18 do not read the content below. The following content has themes such as; Angst, Sexual Harassment if you squint, and others. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20. (This list may get updated with each new Chapter Update)

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Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Bakugou x F!Reader

Themes: Soulmates, Porn with Plot (This list may get updated with each new chapter update)

Summary: Bakugou loves being close to you.

Word Count: 3503

Tag List: @tjmaxx556 @cosmicbreathe @lavender99 @optimisticprime3 

A/N: Thank you again to my beta readers "Huntress" and "Ribbon". And thank you Huntress for "approving" this chapter LMFAO

“Good morning, L/N.”

“Good morning, sir.” You smiled weakly at Best Jeanist, trying to ignore the soreness you still felt between your thighs from the night before.

You came to the conclusion that their session last night was more passionate or eager than usual. You didn’t know why or what triggered it, but it must’ve been someone amazing if they broke their side of the unspoken agreement.

Which though saddened by it, you understood it was going to happen.

“You have everything ready?” Hakamada asked, slightly leaning down to better look into your eyes.

You nodded. “I made a PowerPoint last night so you can properly visualise what I mean.”

“Sounds good.” He nods. “Bakugou should be here any moment. He had to deal with some villains on the way here.”

“That’s fine.” You brushed the issue aside. “We can get started when you are both ready, I really don’t mind.”

Best Jeanist looked at your face, thinking deeply. “I think you will be able to handle him if you are able to be patient with him, but I do wonder if you’ll be able to deal with his emotional outbursts.”

You silently cringed, remembering reading a few articles where he yelled at a certain journalist. No one knew the reason why as the guy seemed to keep his mouth shut about it, but the image of Bakugou looming over the reporter and pointing a finger in the guy’s face wasn’t something people were going to forget easily. 

Maybe that was something you could bring up too…

“I’m sure I’ll figure him out, Hakamada.”You reassured him. “I won’t be leaving his job anytime soon.”

Best Jeanist watched you, clearly thinking. “You’re not one of those Dynamight fans, are you?”

You let out a short laugh. “No no. I just decided to make the move here because of some personal reasons.”

“Ah.” Is all Best Jeanist would reply with, understanding to drop the topic.

It wasn’t long until Bakugou did finally stepped onto the floor level out of the elevator. His hero mask was pushed up above his hairline, showing his forehead. His eyes almost immediately landed on you, as if searching for something on your face.

When he couldn’t find the answer, he turned to Best Jeanist. “Has the meeting happened yet?” Bakugou asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

“No, Bakugou. We were waiting for you.” Best Jeanist answered.

Bakugou stiffened. Did he try to skip this meeting on purpose?

“I’ll do my best to make it as quick as possible.” You reassured Bakugou.

Bakugou gave you a look, it wasn’t one of anger or happiness. You couldn’t really read what was on his face, but you knew it wasn’t anger or delight. Whatever it was, it was something that was haunting him.

“Let’s get started then.” Best Jeanist noted as he walked you two into his office where his main secretary was waiting.

The three of them got comfortable in chairs as you pulled up your PowerPoint. You took one last deep breath in to get any lasting nerves out of your system before you began.

“First, I think it would be best if we limit how much access Bakugou has to the Dynamight social media.”

Bakugou froze before quickly his eyebrow started twitching. “What?”

“The Dynamight Twitter is known for ‘going off’ at random people or on topics, so I think it would be a wise choice if I were at least approve of his tweets before he sent them out.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. “You kidding, right? I ain’t getting my stuff approved.”

“Then we can limit your access altogether and have it as only a brand account.” You counted him, tilting your head slightly.

Bakugou’s eye twitched some more and he started to form an angered expression. 

“I think that is a good idea.” Best Jeanist said which resulted in Bakugou snapping his head to him.

“So what? I’m expected to pass by every single post by her?” Bakugou barked out, grinding his teeth.

“Yes.” You answered him.

Bakugou glared at you, his eye twitching. It seemed as if he was expecting this meeting to go one way and not what you were suggesting. 

He turned to Best Jeanist’s assistant to see what their opinion was, but they also seemed to have agreed. 

Three against one.

Bakugou turned back to you, staring into your eyes with an angry expression as if he was searching for something. He couldn’t find his answer, making him grumble and sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed.

“Fine, I’ll get my posts approved.”

“Thank you.” You said, startling him again. You moved on to the next slide. “We should limit the interviews Bakugou has.”

Bakugou slammed his fist on the table, making a loud bang sound that echoed throughout the room. “What?!”

“Bakugou, calm down.” Best Jeanist sighed. “Could you please explain your logic, L/N?”

“Certainly.” You then clicked on the slide that ended up showing a few graphs. “This graph represents the public’s reaction to Dynamight’s interviews, this one represents Dynamight’s overall fans' reactions, while this final one shows his fan girls' reactions all to interviews that are considered positive. The graphs below them are the same but how do those people react to considered negative interviews.”

Bakugou’s eyes stared at the graphs before sighing and sitting back in his chair, the anger leaving his body.

It was clear from the graphs that he was able to hold and gain fans with the ‘positive’ interviews than the negative ones. The positive ones were interviews replanned and ones he didn’t storm out of.

“If we cater the interviews for Bakugou so he has very few interviews, I think it would lower his chances of outbursts in his interviews and would allow him to have more control over the interviews and fanbase.” You ended that point off, feeling quite confident considering Bakugou’s body language being more relaxed now.

Though it was clear he didn’t like the idea, but given the amount of research you put into this point was proving to him that your point wasn’t baseless. He wasn’t going to change himself for interviews, that much was obvious. So instead of Bakugou changing the interview, you would have to change the interview. 

Bakugou had been in different types of interviews, and though some caused more of his temper-raged reactions than others, it was still the interview itself causing the issue. Therefore, the only solution was to remove interviews from the equation. The problem with that is now fans won’t be able to see their favourite hero, that’s what interviews were good for.

So, limit the amount of interviews he goes to which will lower the chances of how many outbursts he gets from said interviews. Instead of three bad interviews that happened after he took down a villain out of twelve in one week, he could have one bad interview after only having twelve in one year.

The main thing though that tipped Bakugou over to agree was just the sassy little know-it-all tone you had in your voice. The way you were holding yourself up and standing as if you owned the office. Bakugou was trying his damn hardest not to stare at your hips or thighs cause holy fucking shit he wanted to so bad be in between those-

“The last thing I want to suggest is more photoshoots.”  Your voice broke Bakugou's train of thought.

You saw Bakugou’s blonde eyebrow narrow and scrunch. “No.” Bakugou said with a slight growl.

“It would help hold your fan girls-”

“I said no.”

You let out a silent sigh. Bakugou wasn’t going to budge and you could feel it with the tension that was filling the room. Maybe in the future, you could try to have him agree to have photoshoots for the Dynamight merch. You tried to imagine him in some Dynamight merch and come up with an idea, but the image of Bakugou in baggy jeans and a tight compressed black shirt sends a wave of lust down to your core.

Bakugou takes a sudden and noticeable sharp breath in before raising an eyebrow at you, as if he could tell you just had a fantasy wash into your mind. It left you confused admittedly. 

Regardless, you quickly shut down that image within your head. “Alright, we won’t do that.” You said, closing that option for Bakugou.

Best Jeanist tapped a finger on his knee. “Is that all, L/N?” He asked.

“Yes, those were my ideas to at least help with the Dynamight PR.” You answered him.

Your job was going mostly answering emails, helping with paperwork, answering phone calls, and making sure Bakugou got to appointments on time. Yeah sure you were going to have to manage him and you now having access to your social media to make sure his PR stays in check will be helpful, but that wasn’t what assistants or secretaries do.

The only reason why you needed to ‘prove’ yourself and have these ideas at the ready was not just to prove you were capital at your job, but also to show you could think on the spot. Because everyone knew how hard it was to work with Bakugou, and if you couldn’t adapt then you weren’t going to get along easily with him.

At least his looks made him easy to look at.

At least to you.

You may not know the reason why Bakugou didn’t want to do photoshoots, but you tell by how Best Jeanist merely glanced at Bakugou and seemed to brush off Bakugou’s reaction told you that he knew. If Best Jeanist knew then it was safe to say it was safe to just leave the topic there, even if you thought the idea would work out.

Best Jeanist stood up, making his assistant and Bakugou stand up in follow. “Then let’s leave it there. You know how to get around everything, right?”

“Of course.” You answered him, quickly gathering up your belongings.

“Good, just dive right in then.” He said before opening the door, encouraging you and Bakugou to leave his office.

You and Bakugou stood outside of Best Jeanist office and the man closed the door. You started walking towards where your two’s office was, making Bakugou quickly follow behind you with a slight thump to his step. He grumbled, with his upper lip twitching as he followed.

“I don’t like being the one following.” He barked.

“Then hurry up.” You sassed back at him with a slight smile.

Bakugou grumbled, fastening up his pace. “Don’t be sassy with me, L/N. You’ll regret it later.”

“Is that a threat?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you two reached your office door.

Once you open it and walk, Bakugou leans on the door frame, looking down at you with a look that sends a shiver down your spine and warmth rushing to your core. Your reaction makes Bakugou chuckle, and something about his chuckle makes a wet puddle start to form in your panties.

“You're really having that sort of reaction while we are at work?” He asks with a smirk.

“What are you talking about?” You ask him, sounding a bit frustrated not just because of the growing sexual tension on your end, but also because he wasn’t making any sense of anything.

He leaned closer to your face, where you could now feel his hot breath on the skin of your neck. You bit the inside of your mouth, trying to hold in your desire, but you could feel your soulmate’s desire rising too.

“You really don’t know?” He asked.

“Know what?” You barked back, trying to keep on top of your sexual desires right now.

“Hm.” Bakugou let out before walking into your office, closing and locking the door behind him.

You stepped back until you reached your desk. You thought that you would be flooded with fear but no. Instead, the feeling of lust and desire seemed to have been rushing throughout your entire body.

The way Bakugou stalked closer to you, the way his hero suit gripped his body to give you an outline of your abs and chest, the way his biceps seemed to pulse as he caged you to your desk. Your lungs were filled with lust for Bakugou at this very moment, making you look up at him weakly through your lashes.

What made your sexual want- no… Your sexual need for Bakugou so much harder was that you could feel your soulmate’s lust in return, sexual urge and need for something you had no way of knowing. You could feel it was driving them insane, and you could feel your soulmate’s boner through the soulmate bond.

Then you felt Bakugou’s boner on your thigh.

You also felt through the soulmate bond that your’s soulmate’s cock was touching someone’s thigh.

Bakugou was…

Bakugou was your soulmate.

Bakugou must’ve seen something in your face that gave it away to him, because now he had a knowing grin on his face as he leaned closer. Your noses almost touching and his hot breath on your lips.

“You figured it out now, Y/N?” He asked.

Your name felt so right coming off his tongue, it felt like sweet honey dripping into your ears. Your body felt the desire to touch him, kiss him, hold him, be under him.

You gulped, trying to hold back your natural desire for him while you were still at work at the very least.

“When did you figure it out?” You asked him weakly.

“When you were leaving work.” He answered truthfully. “I’ve never had a physical attraction for anyone before and yet when I saw you it was instant luring. It only hit me when you were talking away, my attention all on your ass.”

You breathe in sharply and deeply as Bakugou’s head lowers to your neck. Another spark of arousal as he starts to softly kiss your neck. You know he’s holding back because of the soulmate bond, and you know he can feel your enjoyment through the soulmate bond.

You softly pushed your hands onto his chest to push him off. Bakugou regretfully obeys your wishes, pulling away from you.

He looks down at you with eyes you cannot read. He scoffs and looks away. “Right, I forgot for a second there.”

Without giving you a chance to explain yourself, you watch him turn around and leave your office, closing the door harshly behind himself.

Your heart felt as if it was squeezing and every drop of blood from your heart was leaking throughout yout body. It genuinely felt worse then when you broke up with your ex or found out he was cheating on you. You weren’t rejected by your soulmate, but more it felt awful that you hurt him somehow.

Probably because of not waiting for him and having not just a relationship before you met him, but you had sex with that person before you met him.

You felt gross. You felt disgusted with yourself.

You took a deep breath in and then out again. There wasn’t anything you could do about the situation. You can’t try to find a new job so quickly after getting this one, plus you need the money until you are properly settled.

Shit how were you going to tell your parents?

You took a deep breath in, held it, and then let go.

You can deal with that when you get home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You groaned slightly as you left your office with your bag on your shoulder. You made your way to lift, though you could hear his footsteps approaching you at a fast pace.

“Sneaking off, are we?” Through his angry grumbled tone, Bakugou's voice felt cold in your ears.

You felt your heart ping, silently wincing as you pressed the lift button. “It’s just time for me to head home is all.”

You didn’t see his face but you could feel his glare at the back of your head. “...Right.”

You walked into the lift, and so did Bakugou. You tried to keep your eyes off of him but knew that even if his body was also facing towards the door his eyes were glued onto you.

After the doors closed and after the lift started moving, you heard the tapping of his foot. You quickly glanced at him, which seemed to give him permission to speak.

“Who is the bastard then?” He asked.

You blinked. “Pardon?”

“5 and a third inches you’ve fucked for 2 years. Who is he?”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks. You quickly looked away as your hands fiddled with your bag.

Bakugou didn’t seem to like that reaction, scoffing. 

“... I broke up with him once I got the job here…” You finally answered Bakugou with a weak voice.

Bakugou seemed to be less tense from that answer, though he still clearly wasn’t happy. “Couldn’t do long distance or was he a distraction?”

You bit the inside of your mouth, taking a breath in before answering him. “He cheated on me.”

Bakugou fell silcent. You expect him to say something rude or hurtful, but instead, he was just silent. He turned away and crossed his arms, one of his fingers tapping on one of his biceps.

“That must’ve been difficult.” Is all he said.

He wasn’t being rude or hurtful or pushing you down. He didn’t say ‘That’s what you get for not waiting’. Though, he clearly wasn’t thrilled about it either. Even if he had been angry you had slept with someone else, you were still his soulmate. He may not be able to feel your emotions or write to you on his skin, but there was still some connection between you two.

“...It’s actually why I moved here.” You broke the silence. “I didn’t want anyone or him to know I found out, so I found a job far away from him and used that as an excuse.”

Bakugou’s tapping stop, thinking. “...Guess there is one thing to be grateful I guess.” Bakugou mumbled quietly to himself.

Though selfish, Bakugou was happy you weren’t going to sleep with someone else anymore. He hated how it felt, how it felt feeling someone else thrust into you. It was the most disgusting feeling he had ever felt. You enjoying someone else’s cock and he had to feel it, the whole way through.

But looking down at you and seeing the sadness in your eyes?

He didn’t know you, all he knew was the bond that made you two connect. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He might not have liked the situation but you were still his soulmate. You two were tied together by the fates themselves, and if there was going to be anyone to see you naked again it was going to be him.

“...I’ll walk you home.” Bakugou stated.

You looked up at him with a surprised look. “What? No you don’t have to-”

“I said I’ll walk you home.” Bakugou’s sounded deep and husky, making you quiet your voice.

Bakugou wasn’t asking, you could tell by how his back was straight, his voice booming against the elevator walls and how his eyes looked at you.

You self small - and submissive - under his eyes.

Under his glare.

You looked away and forced yourself not to get horny again, thinking about something that happened to you as a kid that still makes you angry. When you got aroused in the past, you knew your soulmate could feel it but you didn’t know their reactions. They were just a faceless person who you’d maybe meet one day.

But now you knew who it was, it was Bakugou. Practically your boss, had a known temper, and was standing right next to you.

And fuck it he looked hot too!

You took a deep breath in and kept your eyes on the elevator door, trying to keep yourself distracted from his cologne. His presence was becoming overwhelming. You couldn’t help but wonder if this reaction was because you now knew, because of your soulmate bond, or you genuinely found him attractive.

You felt warm breath on your ear, making you shiver. You look up at Bakugou, seeing his face so close to yours now. Your eyes went to the right side of his face where the explosion scar was imprinted on his beautiful face.

“I know because of the nature of our soul bond, we will have a hard time holding back our desires for each other.” Bakugou whispered into your ear while trailing a hand up your back. “But, if you can hold it in until we get to your place, I’ll reward your patience.”

You felt your face grow out and a pool of wetness form in your panties. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder what this reward would be. Bakugou - as if he could read your mind - chuckles.

“I told you to be patient.”

[kiyoobi]

we all are small particles holding very tightly together in a very large universe // k.bakugou  II

Rating: MA

Pairing(s): Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader, Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, heavy angst, emotional cheating, major character death, smut, body horror/graphic injuries, trauma, ptsd, sinkhole accident, medical trauma, hospital scenes 

wc: 10k

Summary: dun dun DUUUUUUUUUN

a/n: hi hi! welcome to my second part. sorry it's late lmao, but i work full time and i do be getting tired lol. my ao3 is linked so show some love, and pls reblog and like and comment! yell at me! talk to me! and as always,

minors dni

-(-)-

To anyone who grew up for years without having a soulmate, and might possibly have one suddenly (and especially someone who already has one), there’s only one place to go to. 

The internet. 

For hours you scrolled through forums, looking for answers. No one so far has spoken about your experience being shared. From what you’ve researched, no one has ever not had a soulmate and then suddenly have one. To be honest, you’re not one hundred percent sure that Bakugou is actually yours your soulmate. You see him in your dreams, sure. That’s the first checkmark. But what everyone has ever told you, the absolute feeling of just knowing they’re yours and being drawn to them, it’s been unclear. Yeah, coincidentally you see him a lot. But your agencies are close by and he’s a top five hero. Everywhere you read, all the forums you’ve filtered through, none of them are helping you. 

What you read only made the anxiety in your belly gnaw deeper in you. There’s been cases of soulmates already belonging to another, they call it the Triangle Phenomenon. You scour through the countless cases of these love triangles, heart wrenching as you read the hopeless telling their stories. Eventually it’s too depressing, the salt of your tears sting the back of your throat and there’s a piercing migraine behind your eyes now. 

You decide to just go to sleep for the first time in weeks. 

-(-)-

Ocean waves. It’s all you can see. Pastel waters, glimmering under the sunrise. You can feel the waves lapping at your ankles, the smell of salt in the wind whips through your hair. 

Seagulls cry around you as you stare down the waves. Before, you would look at the ocean and think of no one. There’s an old wives tale that says that your true love will be the one you think when you look at the ocean. An immense beauty, who else would you think of? You stare at the ocean, your feet sinking into the  sand. 

You didn’t have anyone you were desperately and embarrassingly in love with, you never thought of anyone. Not even your fiancé. 

You feel someone step next to you, cursing under their breath when the waves crash too high against their legs. 

It’s him again. 

You turn away, not wanting to confirm what you already know. 

Your heart cries out apologies. 

-(-)-

You wake up with tears dotting the corners of your eyes again, a heavy arm is wrapped around your waist and you forget what it was that you were dreaming. 

There’s an email on your work computer from Fatgum’s agency, offering you to join their team as a lead sidekick with a contract that’ll guarantee you debuting as a pro-hero. It’s not uncommon that low ranking heroes start over as sidekicks, you’ve even seen them succeed. It’s humiliating for you though.  You were doing so well, you were rising in the ranks before you met Tamaki and then you felt that fire start to smolder. What happened to you?  Before you can even stop yourself, you delete the offer before finding the email over and start the application. All despite what your heart tells you. 

-(-)-

You’re aching as he stretches you out. It’s been so long since you and him have been together like this, his cock stroking against your insides and his hands tight on your hips. It feels good, you almost even miss it. Tamaki huffs and moans quietly as he thrusts, whispering “I love you’s” that you can’t bring yourself to say back. 

Your mind wanders, and you think how much you want to stop. Yet you can’t stop your hands from gripping his shoulders, your hips rise to meet his and you let out soft mewls. The pressure of fire in your belly rises and it all feels amazing, it feels amazing, it feels amazing, it feels so amazing you can’t help but moan that over and over again in his ear. Are you trying to convince yourself? 

You want to stop. But you’re so lonely. Your body betrays you, your hands grip tighter and you stay quiet. 

-(-)-

It’s in the room with you. You’re hiding, hands covering your mouth as you try to control your breathing. 

It groans and whines, it’s garbling shocks fear down to the marrow of your bones. 

It’s tall, ten feet high with sticky, grey skin. It’s looking for you. 

All around there’s mirrors, you don’t know how or why but you know that if you catch it’s eyes in the reflection you’re a goner. Don’t let it see you, don’t look at it or it will-

It screams and you struggle to keep quiet as sobs start to rock through you. It walks through the dark room on its tiptoes, three claws tap the hardwood floor, hunching over trying to find you. From the corner of your eyes, you watch it slip away. You lose track of it when it’s suddenly quiet in the room, the buzz of horror still sweltering around your ears. You want to keep looking for it, you whip your head around and regret it. It’s behind you, waiting for you to make the fatal mistake of looking directly at it. 

A heavy hand covers your eyes, calloused and warm. “Don’t move.” 

Sputtering out cries, you both move backwards blindly outside the room. You don’t look at your savior, your mind races at what could’ve been if he hadn’t been there. Remembering yourself, you turn to face him with grateful tears and a quivering lip. Everything about him is familiar, and you open your mouth to say his name with relief sweet on your tongue-

“Katsuki,” your words are slurred with thick sleep still. 

-(-)-

The nightmares don’t stop. 

-(-)-

Weeks in and you’re doing phenomenal for a sidekick. You pretend it doesn’t bother you, that you don’t notice how your smile never reaches your eyes and how you’re brimming with restlessness. You’ve picked up horrible habits, drinking coffee when it’s three in the morning and smoking cigarettes on your balcony, fingers drumming against the railing as you pretend that you’re not hiding from your dreams.  Tamaki notices, of course he notices. He isn’t sure what to do with you, and as much as you feel bad for him, you don’t do anything to help calm his nerves. He sits with you, on the balcony, pretending to not mind the smell of your chain smoking. His hands are always tight around your waist, almost as if he’s afraid you might just jump.  At least with your new job posting, you use your quirk more. You use it so much that you’ve started being told to quit it. Pull your punches. Don’t go overboard. It’s never to say that you shouldn’t do your job, but with all the recent trips to the medics in your new agency building, needless to say that everyone is starting to get concerned for you. Sleep deprivation and a nicotine habit isn’t a great look apparently.  Tamaki is positive though, he holds your hand (metaphorically when you’re having rounds) and smiles encouragingly. It riddles you deep with guilt, watching how much he tries to make you happy and seeing him fail to realize that you can’t ever be when everyone is telling you to not stand so tall. 

You’re the sun. Not him. 

And yet you’re still hiding in his shadows. 

He brings you on cases, you both eat meals together now. You both go home together. Longing for a home that doesn’t exist.

You wake up together. You both pretend that your dreams aren’t haunting you. 

-(-)-

As soon as you see his blonde hair, you turn away. You can’t even enjoy the beach now, the sunset sky and the lavender waves taunt you as you walk away from it. 

He never goes after you. He never tries to speak to you. You pretend to not notice the pain in his eyes as you leave him again. He pretends to not see the tears in your eyes. 

There’s a lot of pretending lately. 

-(-)-

It’s in the room with him. He’s hiding, hands covering his mouth as he tries to control his breathing. 

It groans and whines, its garbling shocks fear down to the marrow of his bones. It’s tall, ten feet high with sticky, grey skin. It’s looking for him, Katsuki realizes in horror.

All around there’s mirrors,  Bakugou doesn't know how or why but he knows that if he catches its eyes in the reflection he’s a goner. Don’t let it see him, don’t look at it or it will-

It screams and Bakugou’s fingers dig into his thighs as he struggles to keep still. Every nerve is on fire, the hairs on the back of his neck stand and he swears this could be the end. It walks through the dark room on its tiptoes, three claws tap the hardwood floor, hunching over trying to find him. 

From the corner of his eyes, he watches it slip away. Katsuki loses track of it when it’s suddenly quiet in the room, the buzz of horror still sweltering around his ears. He wants to keep looking for it, but when he whips his head around, he instantly regrets it. It’s behind Katsuki, waiting for him to make the fatal mistake of looking directly at it. 

A hand covers his eyes, soft and warm. “Don’t move.” 

Bakugou reaches behind him and squeezes at their hip as they both move out of the room blindly, careful to not bump into any of the furniture. Sweet relief, it’s cold and light on his tongue like the iced tea he and father used to drink during the summer.

As soon as the door closes, lock latched, the monster screaming in frustration at losing once again, Bakugou turns to face them. 

“Bambi, what would I do without you?” He grins. 

“Had to repay you for all that saving you’ve done for me,” you respond. 

-(-)-

Tamaki helps you kick your little cigarette habit. You didn’t even smoke for that long, and you tell yourself this as your knee bounces under your desk and you stare at your work computer. Heroes filter in and out, taking smoke breaks. You notice it more now, how everyone smokes. God, are you talking about smoking too much?  You stick another nicotine patch under the sleeve of your costume. 

One night after a long shift, you’re caught atop of a bridge overlooking the local park. You don’t really know how you missed the sounds of his heavy boots, but after this particularly dreadful shift, who can blame you? 

“You know those things can kill people right?” His voice makes you jump out of your skin, dropping the lit cigarette from between your fingers. 

With a heavy, defeated sight, you rub the toe of your thick boot over it and glare at Katsuki. “Yeah and? Do you make it a habit of sneaking up on people or do you save that for scaring the shit out of everyone?”

His eyebrows furrow at your tone and Bakugou leans against the bridge railing with you. He crosses his arms, one still in its compression sleeve but now it’s orange instead of black, and unintentionally (allegedly) showing off his thick ropes of muscle. You both watch the river lazily making its way through the park. Bakugou scoffs when you reach for another cigarette from its pack and snatches it away from your hands, ignoring your annoyed cries. 

“The fuck did I just say?” He knocks his knuckles against your temple softly before holding out his hand expectedly. For a moment you hesitate, not knowing his intentions and you panic that others will see his silent offer to hold your hand. 

“Give it, dumbass, or else I’ll just take it from you.” His eyes glance at the carton box in your hands and your cheeks warm. Soundlessly, you hand it over. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you lie.

“Liar.” How did he know that? you wonder. Witch.

You ponder over if you should just keep up the act of pretending, but the mere thought of telling one more lie today exhausts you even further. “We lost a civilian today. A kid.” Flashes of his face burn through your retinas, his horror as you both realize that you and the rest of the heroes were too late. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping the tears won’t come just yet. 

“I heard,” his voice is lower and softer now. Katsuki’s hands fiddle with the carton box and you think back to the days in class, watching him spin and twirl his pencils around his fingers with ease. You paid a lot more attention to him than you thought. “Where’s Elf Ears?”

“Still in the field, he sent me home.” Your fingers itch to grab the box back, your nerves are fried and you need anything to calm them. Instead you watch his hands, rhythmically opening and closing the box as he gets lost in thought. 

“What, he thinks you can’t handle a casualty?” I can’t, you almost say. But what then, were all those years of training for? You were all trained to handle these things, you all had the psych rotations on how to deal with the heaviness and loss that comes with the job. 

“I think he's doing what he thinks is best for me,” you answer carefully. Instead of looking at the man next to you, you keep your eyes ahead of you and watch the sunset over the park. The sunlight streaks through the leaves with gold.

“What do you think is best for you?” Bakugou challenges. 

“To go back out there and work,” you answer honestly, finally looking over at him.

“Then let’s go save some extras.” His devilish grin only grows wider when you roll your eyes. 

-(-)-

He wanted to make sure you found Tamaki again, wanting you to reunite with your fiancé and teammate so you can continue your mission. But other heroes cross your paths and stop Dynamite, insisting that he helped with a red zone instead. It’s only for a split second, but you catch his hesitance. He glances at you, but you reassure him you’re fine. Katsuki leaves, still apprehensive.  You take in the scene again, alone now. 

A massive sinkhole taking up nearly three blocks and taking down all the buildings into it along with hundreds of civilians if not thousands. It's a disaster everywhere. Sounds of sirens, screaming, crying, water rushing through broken pipes, it’s overwhelming. Pure chaos.  You think of the little boy, hope gone from his expression as you and the other sidekicks try to think of a way to get the collapsed building off his body. He didn’t cry, you remember. The most you could do was hold his hand, wait until a hero could help or for the medic to arrive. 

“What are you doing here??”  You turn and find Tamaki panicking at your presence on scene again, quickly he pulls you away from the sinkhole and examines you.  “Are you hurt, are you okay?” His hands cup your cheeks and you pull away, agitated. 

“I’m fine, Tama.” You hold out your arms placatingly. He's beyond panicked, actually, you realize. Tamaki is scared. 

“You have to evacuate, that's an order. We just got more intel that this is a lot more unstable than we first thought.”

“I can’t stay home and do nothing while everyone does what we were trained for. Where can I help-?” A massive explosion knocks you both down, shaking the ground beneath you. There’s a horrifying realization that the sinkhole is widening, two seconds too late. You feel Tamaki’s arms wrap around you, cushioning the blow of falling three stories down. The wind is knocked out from his lungs and you hear his back break beneath you. 

He mumbles something, too low for you to hear. “What? What’d you say??” 

“Are you okay?” He croaks. There’s a whine of metal grinding against metal, interrupting you both. Looking up you see an ambulance that used to be just behind you both, is now slowly gliding down metal piping, destined to crush you both if you don’t move. It’s pitch black down in the sinkhole, with the exception of the revolving red and blue emergency lights from the vehicle above you both. 

“Tamaki we need to go,” you struggle to move off him. There’s a shearing pain in your dominant arm, and you realize it’s broken in at least two places. A step forward and you quickly see your thigh has a piece of metal pipe piercing through. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Tama, Tama baby please.” You stumble onto your knees, crying out as you feel the pipe tear through your muscle. 

More grinding metal, high-pitched and screeching louder as the ambulance threatens to fall faster. Tamaki screams as you try to move him, every second you know the risk of him being paralyzed forever skyrockets. You use all your strength to try and lift even one of his legs and arms, screaming together as you both desperately try to move. 

The screeching stops. It happens fast, the way Tamaki forces you onto his chest, using the last bits of his energy to activate his quirk and protect you both from the ambulance crushing you both. The clam shell wasn’t strong as it usually is when he manifested them, the weight of the truck had almost crushed you both entirely still. Your full weight is on top of him, the metal pipe has definitely pierced all the way through and into Tamaki’s leg. “Oh god, oh god, it’s on top of us! Tamaki, how- oh fuck, how are we going to get out!?”

He coughs under you, his hands finding their way to your waist and he gives you a squeeze. “It’s okay, I- I don’t even feel- feel anything.”  That’s not reassuring. If he can’t feel the piece of metal that shattered his tibia, then he’s definitely paralyzed. Then again, the added adrenaline in your bloodstream means you don’t really feel the weight of your injuries either and your back isn’t broken.

“No, no it’s- it’s not okay! We have to get out, I have to get us out.” You squint in the dark, coughing up blood and mud as you try to think of a plan. The iridescent cavern catches your attention, and for a brief moment you pause. It’s glowing. 

Tamaki strains to watch you, a weak smile spreads on his lips when he says, “Mother-of-pearl and glowing mushrooms.”

“What?” You look towards your battered fiancé and feel hope shatter into a million pieces. Even in the dim light from the inner shell, you can see how desperately you need to get him out of him. 

“The shell is mother-of-pearl, nacre. Mollusks.” Tamaki weakly explains, “And then I eat glowing mushrooms. It’s good for emergencies.” 

“Oh,” you respond. “Help- help is on its way, people know we were in zone three, right? They knew th-that this section caved in too, they’ll find us… yeah.” 

“Yeah,” Tamaki shakily nods. “They’ll find us…” 

-(-)-

You fall asleep on his chest, listening to his haggard breathing as he struggles to inhale and exhale. His steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep, and for the first time in a while, you wish you could dream. 

-(-)-

You wake up groggy, your body aches and you can feel how badly swollen your arm and leg is. The metal piping holding you to Tamaki is also the thing keeping the blood blocked, you’re not sure how long you’ll have before infection sets in. Your throat feels raw, it takes you a few times to choke out Tamaki’s name. 

“Tamaki,” you croak. “Baby, wake up. Wake- wake up.” You reach forward to touch him with your hand, grinding your teeth as you try to adjust yourself on him. It takes a few moments of you gently patting his cheek before he finally wakes up. 

The glow of the inner clam walls are starting to dim. 

-(-)-

No dreams. No dreams again. And you need him. 

-(-)-

His heart beat is slower, his breathing more jagged. Tamaki’s chest is so fucking hot, you know he’s running a fever and oh god… 

“Infection,” your voice cracks and you try to move. “Tamaki, I need to move us. We need to get help. I-I-I need to find you help.” 

Tamaki’s coughs accidentally jostle your pinned leg, making you hiss in pain. “S-sorry.”

You bite down on your lip to keep from letting out any more pained noises, so hard that you taste iron on your tongue. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay. We need a plan.”

Tamaki takes a few moments to take some deep breaths, nodding in agreement. “You need to sleep.”

“What?” You adjust yourself to look at him, hating how pale he’s becoming. His lips are cracked and his eyes… “That's not a plan-.”

“You need to sleep,” He interrupts you. “And tell your soulmate where we are.” Your insides run cold, every part of you stops for just a moment as his words settle in. 

“Wh-what? I don’t- I don’t understand-.”

“It’s okay,” He smiles. “It’s not… It’s not your fault. It just happens.” Tamaki’s fingers find your arm and they gently stroke your skin. “I’ve had a feeling for a while. Right now, I need you to get in touch with them. Let them know where we are… How tired are you?”

Stunned, you just shrug. “Uh… not very.”

“Well.” If it were any other situation, any other topic , this conversation would have almost been comical. “I have another plan then.” 

-(-)-

“No.” 

“It’s the only way.” His voice is weaker. 

“ No, ” you nearly shout. “I said no.”

Tamaki says your name like it is honey dripping off his lips, “Listen to me. My quirk can’t keep the truck from crushing us any longer, I can hold it for three days maximum and it’s been…” Tamaki closes his eyes and mutters as he tries to do the mental math, “Fifty-six hours.”

“We have time then,” you plead. I can switch us with anything else-.”

“Your quirk- your quirk is powerful and amazing,” Tamaki interrupts. “But you and I both know that it has its limitations. You can only switch with what you see or with what you one hundred percent know is there. You don’t know what else is around us. You do know that there is a fourteen thousand pound ambulance on top of us.” His voice breaks this news to you gently, but they don’t help with the angry tears streaming down your face.

“We don’t know that!” You cry out, your hot tears soak into his suit and you wonder if he can even feel them. “We don’t know that! Maybe I can!”

Tamaki starts to cry with you, knowing your heartache and feeling it himself. There’s no other way though. “Maybe you can,” he tries to encourage you. “But my quirk is fading. I-,” he takes in a deep, shaky breath. “I am too weak to keep it going for a full seventy-six hours. I’m shocked I’ve been able to keep it this long.” Tamaki gives a pathetic laugh, heavy with tears still. “I am fading. I am dying…” He stops laughing. 

“Tamaki…” You cry, you hate that you’re crying again but what else can you do? “ No. I can’t leave you, I love you!” Your arm shakes as you pull yourself up enough to really look at him, frustrated that you can’t move any further with the shared pipe piercing your’s and his legs together. 

Anger. It runs through your body hot, it’s staining your cheeks and stinging your eyes. It’s making you grit your teeth, you want to scream, you want to curse at the fates for being so unforgiving to you both. Tamaki caresses you, it’s limited but he tries to wipe away your angry tears as you sob into his chest. 

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” You cry out, your hands digging into the mud beneath you both. 

“It isn’t fair to leave your soulmate behind,” Tamaki replies tearfully. “Don’t do that to them, please.” 

You both cry, holding each other in the dark.

-(-)-

“How did you know?” Your voice is small, cracking. You haven’t been able to dream since you’ve been down in the sinkhole. It’s frustrating for you, but Tamaki has been patient. 

“About your soulmate?” 

“Mhm.”

Tamaki lets out a soft chuckle that turns into a coughing fit, “You’re really obvious. Asking me all of those questions. Sounded like a kid in elementary school who woke up freaking the hell out.” 

“I did not, ” you chuckle with your cheek pressed against his chest. It’s dirty, covered in blood, mud, and debris. You can only imagine how dirty you are. Your fingernails are caked in dirt, you have been stuck down here for… 

Sixty-seven hours. 

“You did,” he responds. “It’s cute. It’s a beautiful feeling to discover your soulmate.”

“Not when you’re in love with someone else,” you mumble. “Not when you’re twenty-three years old and engaged to someone you love. It’s not so pretty then.” He doesn’t answer for a moment, but if not for the heartbeat you strain to hear, you would’ve been panicking. 

“It’s okay,” you feel his hand start to stroke your head. “I still love you, I still care for you. You’re my best friend.” Tamaki’s words start to bring tears to your eyes. 

“But?” You ask, choking back on those wretched tears again. 

“But,” he takes in a wheezing breath, “They’re yours. You can’t leave them behind. They will feel empty, and hollow… They will feel as if someone scooped out their insides, like a pumpkin. They will never feel whole again.” It takes him a while to speak, each word exerts energy that he’s quickly running out of. “And they will miss you, forever. They will think of you, forever. And they might move on, they find someone who makes them feel happy again.” His fingers stroke your cheek now. “But they will always think of their soulmate, and they might enjoy life again, but a part of them will always look forward to the release of death. To see them again. You need to be with your soulmate.”

“Do you want to see her again?” Your heart breaks, for him and for you, and for the soulmate he lost. And for Katsuki. 

“I do.” Tamaki answers, thick with tears. “I miss her so much. I swear I can hear her voice in my dreams again…” His voice is distant, elsewhere.

 You know you’re running out of time. 

“I love you, Tama.” You press your lips against his chest. 

“Oh,” he says wistfully. “I love you too, Shinju.”

You take in a sharp breath, your heart breaking knowing that that isn’t your name. It’s been too long, you need to make a decision. The walls of the protective shell have been cracking, you can hear the groaning metal threatening you both for days now. 

“Okay,” you start to nod. “I’ll do it.” Carefully, you squeeze his shoulder to get Tamaki’s attention. 

He groans at first, slowly waking again. His voice is hollow when he speaks, “Yeah?” 

“You’re sure it’s the only way?”

“It is,” Tamaki squeezes your arm reassuringly. “It will be okay. You need to switch places, live your life. I want you to be free, love.” 

“Ok-,” your voice cracks and you stifle back tears. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” He repeats, a smile in his voice. “Good. You and your soulmate need to meet. Do that for me. Promise me, please. ” Tamaki squeezes you again. 

“I promise.” 

He gently brings your hand to his lips, kissing you goodbye. You make the switch. 

-(-)-

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