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joelysmile · 6 months
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Don’t touch him…
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girlatrocity · 1 month
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first kiss
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frickingnerd · 4 months
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dearly despised soulmate
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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…
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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...
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bkdk-and-extras · 1 year
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Katsuki has gotten into the habit of drawing hands.
Not just any hands, but Deku's hands specifically. Gag-worthy, he knows. But they wouldn't get out of his damn head, so he figured putting them on paper would solve something.
They were pretty shitty the first time he drew them — a collection of gangly shapes that gave him the stink eye just for forcing it into existence. And Bakugou Katsuki was not shitty at anything, so of course he practiced all that hand anatomy shit (hand bones are weird as hell, by the way).
In the process of hundreds of badly scribbled recreations of Deku's little wrecked-up wigglers, he has come to realize something. Something very, very counterproductive to the reason he started this outlet in the first damn place.
He knows Deku's hands too intimately. Like, more than any person should know about their rival's hands.
Every scar is sketched down onto the paper straight from muscle memory. Each knobby, who-knows-how-many-times broken knuckle rough and so real on the pages of his journals. They're too large around shitty pro hero-themed pencils, with thick wrists and freckles dotting the back of tanned palms. And god, there's at least one of the fucking grabbers in every journal. Some are clenched fists, scuffed from the fight. Others are gentler, rough palms open and reaching out.
Sometimes Katsuki draws his own hand there. Brushing the tips of Izuku's fingers with his. Sliding them together, both broken and battered from years of use, each finger and dip between them the edges of a puzzle piece. And they looked… right. Like they had always fit together. Like two halves finally coming home. Or some shit.
So, least to say, Katsuki has a problem. A very holdable, tempting problem, and he's convinced that if God exists, they are laughing at his pathetic ass right now.
Well. Just don't let the nerd find out, right?
[Spoilers: the nerd would eventually find out.]
@nottspocket made an absolutely beautiful comic based on this!!!! Check it out here it is the greatest thing to happen to me probably ever (this is so so late i thought id already done it fhffhfhfh)
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heroes-among-us-all · 7 months
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A Perfect Match
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summary: Chisaki isn't looking forward to meeting his soulmate, at least not until he discovers that you are Quirkless.
tags: soulmate!au, fluff, fem!reader
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It’s just so annoying. Even though he’s lived with it all his life, Chisaki swears he’ll never get used to seeing that godforsaken timer counting down. It’s always there, in the corner of his periphery, and it only ever disappears when he shuts his eyes and lets everything fade to black.  
A soulmate mark. That’s what it’s called. People have different variations of it—some know the first words their soulmate will ever speak to them, some have a red string tying them to their soulmate that only they can see, and others, like him, have been stuck with a timer since birth that tells him how much longer until he meets his soulmate for the first time.  
And based on how much time is remaining, it looks like he’ll be meeting his soulmate today.  
Chisaki isn’t excited. If anything, he’s dreading the encounter, and he just wishes it would hurry up and be over with. At least then, the timer will disappear, and it’ll be one less thing grating at his nerves. He doesn’t believe in the phenomenon of soulmates, he has no desire for trifling matters such as love, and for a man who loathes being touched, he can’t imagine it would work out anyhow.  
Much of the day goes as planned. He helps Pops with some paperwork, cleans up the office to keep all those pesky germs away, and Chisaki briefly wonders how he’ll even meet you, since he intends on staying home all day.  
“Chisaki,” Pops suddenly says. “Would you mind going out into town and buying me a few things? I wrote a list of what I need.”  
Ah. So, that’s how.  
“Of course,” Chisaki nods, and he puts on his jacket before slipping his shoes on by the door. “I’ll be back soon. It won’t take long.”  
Seriously, it really won’t. Regardless of the fact that he’s going to run into you, he has no intention of staying and chatting. He’s going to reject you right on the spot. Soulmates aren’t real, anyways. What a stupid notion, to think that someone’s greatest love can be predetermined.  
Chisaki adjusts his mask more tightly, then steps outside. He reaches the store quickly enough, and although he hates having to touch things that countless strangers have laid hands on, his gloves provide him with a thin layer of protection from all the filth.  
He tracks down everything he needs at a steady pace, and as he reaches for the very last item on his list, someone else reaches for it at the exact same time.  
Immediately, Chisaki recoils, and he manages to avoid touching a stranger’s hand. But right as he’s biting back the urge to grimace, he realizes that the timer—the same timer he’s had all his life—his finally disappeared.  
Ah.  
So, it’s you. Chisaki turns his head to the side and finds himself looking at a young woman, who is staring back at him wide-eyed and breathless. He has a pretty good idea of what’s going on in your head. You must have realized it, too.  
After more than two decades, he’s finally met his soulmate.  
You’re pretty. Chisaki can at least admit that much. You have nice features, you dress in a way that suggest you care about your appearance, and you have a pleasant, clean scent, which means that you take personal hygiene seriously—thank god.  
But all that being said, Chisaki still has no desire to strike up a relationship with you. He doesn’t enjoy being around people. He can’t even bear to touch people, not counting Pops, who is his family. Not to mention that he’s part of the yakuza, and from what he gleams, you seem to be an average citizen.  
There’s just no reality in which this would ever work out.  
“U-Um,” you stammer, visibly nervous. “Are you...? I mean, um... it’s you, right? You must be my... soulmate.”  
It’s a bit endearing how flustered you are, and for a moment, Chisaki feels slightly guilty about what he’s going to do.  
Still. It’s better to tell you the truth now rather than let you get your hopes up. 
“The timer,” Chisaki nods. “I have it too. Well, I did have it. Up until a few seconds ago, at least.”  
A smile blooms across your lips, and it tugs at his heartstrings a bit, because goodness, you really are adorable.  
“I knew it!” you beam. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is really happening! I’m so excited! But I guess that was pretty obvious, haha. Sorry. I’m going to try to calm down now, but it’s just—this is just so—”  
Chisaki raises a hand. “Before you say anything else, I need to let you know that I have no interest in pursuing a relationship with you.”  
It only takes a second for your expression to sink. 
“...what?” you mumble softly. “But... we’re soulmates. I thought that means we’re supposed to be together for the rest of our lives. I didn’t mean that we should start dating right away, but at the very least, if we could start by getting to know each other...”  
“I’m sorry,” Chisaki says. “I don’t have much interest in romance. I prefer to keep to myself, and frankly, I’m not even sure I believe in soulmates. It all seems far too convenient. It was nice meeting you, but we’ll have to leave it here.”  
By the looks of things, you’re on the verge of tears. Chisaki isn’t a very emotional person, but he can’t fault you for getting your hopes up. This must have been something you’d been looking forward to for many, many years. If only your soulmate was someone else. It’s a pity. You seem like a very nice woman, and he hopes that you’ll find happiness one way or another. Just not with him.  
You swallow hard, just barely managing to hold back your tears. “I... understand. I’m sorry. I came into this with all these expectations, but I never stopped to think that the other person might not have been as excited as I was. I guess I was just really hopeful. I’m Quirkless, so... people have always thought less of me. I figured my soulmate would like me no matter what, but we’re pretty much strangers, so I don’t know what I was thinking. Anyways, I’m sorry again for bothering you. I’d ask your name, but it would probably just make the whole thing more painful.”  
You turn to leave, but in that moment, Chisaki’s eyes have gone completely wide.  
What did she just say?  
“Wait!” he cries out, and you reel to a halt, surprised by the outburst.  
Now it’s Chisaki’s turn to swallow. The roof of his mouth feels dry and uncomfortable, and he worries that perhaps his ears deceived him. 
“You’re Quirkless,” he breathes. “Is that... really true?”  
“I’m not sure who would lie about something like that,” you chuckle weakly. “It’s not exactly something to be proud of.”  
Wrong. You don’t even know just how wrong you are.  
In a world teeming with filth and sickness, those who haven’t been contaminated by the Quirk pandemic are a rarity. People like you are unblemished and pure, and... 
Shit. Chisaki is starting to believe that soulmates might be the real deal, after all.  
“It’s okay not to have a Quirk,” he says, and it’s insane how fast his heart is beating now. “No. It’s better not to have a Quirk. I much prefer it that way.”  
You press your lips together. “Are you making fun of me right now? Listen, I said I was sorry for bothering you—”  
“I’m not making fun of you. I’m being completely serious. Quirks... I’ve never liked them. Just the thought of them makes me sick.” He pauses, inhales sharply to collect himself, then lets out a heavy sigh. “The reason I turned you away is because I thought it would be impossible for us to have a relationship. I break out into hives the moment anyone touches me. I distance myself from people, and the thought of being intimate with someone has always repulsed me. And Quirks are largely to blame for that, because Quirks are a mutation. A disease. That’s why I didn’t think we had a chance. But now that you say you’re Quirkless... I’m starting to think differently.”  
You arch a brow, and it’s clear that you don’t understand where he’s coming from. Fuck. He hopes he isn’t scaring you off. He’s finally, finally found someone who he has an actual chance of being with, and he doesn’t want to ruin this.  
“If you don’t mind... would it be alright if I held your hand?” Chisaki asks breathlessly.  
Once again, you stare back at him in confusion, but it thankfully doesn’t look like you’re opposed to it. You reach out a hand, slow and hesitant, and at the same time, Chisaki peels off on his gloves, letting his skin breathe free.  
When your fingers meet his own, he lets out a soft gasp. Not out of disgust, not out of apprehension, but out of sheer relief.  
No hives. No uncomfortable tightness in his chest.  
You aren’t sick like the rest, which means he can touch you to his heart’s content.  
Chisaki would have liked to hold your hand for much, much longer, but out of fear of scaring you off, he reluctantly lets go and gives you some space.  
“I just wanted to confirm something,” he mumbles. “If it’s you... I’m able to touch you just fine. I don’t get sick. It looks like we’re soulmates for a reason.”  
The look in your eyes is far from judgmental, and when you finally muster up your next words, Chisaki can hear a little hiccup catch in your throat. 
“So... you really don’t mind that I’m Quirkless?” you ask.  
“Not at all. It’s just the opposite. I feel comfortable around you precisely because you’re Quirkless. That must be why we were fated to meet. Because we’re a perfect match.”  
Chisaki has never flirted a day in his damn life, but something he said must have tickled your fancy, because you blush and shyly avert your gaze.  
“I was really worried there for a moment,” you mumble. “It sounded like you wanted nothing to do with me.”  
“I’m sorry,” Chisaki frowns. “I was too quick to judge. I’m very particular about certain things, and I thought there was no chance. But I was mistaken. And if you’re still open to it... I would love the opportunity to get to know you better. Starting with your name. Would you mind telling me your name?”  
“I’m [Name],” you reply, and you flash him another bright, genuine smile. God, he swears he’s already fallen in love with that smile.  
“It suits you. I’m Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.” He takes a moment to think it through, and then, he does something he’s never done before in public.  
He removes his mask so that you can see his entire face.  
Your eyes widen. “Oh, wow. Chisaki, you’re so handsome! I didn’t realize my soulmate would be so gorgeous. Now I can’t help but feel self-conscious by comparison...”  
“I appreciate the compliment,” he chuckles. “But you’re beautiful. I thought so even before I found out you were Quirkless.”  
He watches, with great delight, as you blush yet again. You’re just so adorable. He never thought he would be thanking his lucky stars for having a soulmate mark, let alone one that caused him endless frustration for more than twenty years, but here he is.  
“I was going to head straight home after running some errands for my old man, but how about we sit outside somewhere and chat for a while?” he asks hopefully.  
Your smile returns, this time, wider than ever.  
“Sure!”  
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As it turns out, Chisaki doesn’t get back home until much, much later, and he finds Pops waiting for him with his arms crossed.  
“Chisaki,” Pops frowns. “What was the hold-up? You’re usually so efficient when it comes to these things. I was expecting you back hours ago.”  
Normally, Chisaki would have apologized at great length for inconveniencing Pops. He is, after all, the man that brought him and raised him as his own. He loves and cherishes him, and will do anything in his power to repay him. 
But right now, Chisaki is up in cloud nine.  
“I met my soulmate,” he says, setting the shopping bags down. “Sorry, Pops. We got to talking for a while.”  
“Oh?” Pops lifts a brow, and tries—but fails—to hide his smirk. “But I thought you said you wanted nothing to do with them. You told me you didn’t believe in such things.”  
“Well, I changed my mind.”  
“I’ve never known you to be the type to do that. You’re stubborn to a fault. But I’m not complaining. It sounds like you’ve turned over a new leaf. So, then, tell me about this soulmate of yours.”  
For the second time that same day, Chisaki removes his mask—and it’s so that Pops can see his ear-splitting grin.  
“She’s perfect.”  
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bakuswift · 1 year
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Bakugou: What on Earth are you talking about?
Deku: Oh well, it's just, people on the internet think we are dating! Isn't that so funny, Kacchan? Haha.....
Bakugou:
Bakugou: Are we not dating?
Horikoshi: Yeah, aren't you guys dating?
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pamgkrthwrites · 8 months
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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.
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MHA MANGA SPOILERS!!!!!
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History almost repeating itself {but switched}:
Chapter 407-408: Kudou {2nd user of One For All} steals Yoichi Shigaraki {1st user of One For All} away from his extremely possessive older brother, All For One, who kills Yoichi 2 months later as him and Kudou are running away together.
Chapter 89: Izuku Midoriya {Yoichi 2/9th user of One For All} briefly considers stealing Katsuki Bakugou {Kudou 2/Partial 10th user of One For All} away from All For One, running away with him, and leaving everyone else {mainly the rest of the Kacchan/Bakugou Rescue Party} behind.
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izufeels · 1 year
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⌕ [ green ink ] — i.midoriya !
‘so you’re my soulmate?’
yn stares intensely at the green ink that freshly dawns her forearm. she always knew that it would happen some time — or, she hoped it would happen— but she never could have anticipated this warm feeling.
a new message didn’t come through until the next day, around lunchtime. yn sees the green and pulls her sleeve down slightly. mina furrows her brows and yn smiles. “i’m just cold, i don’t know.”
yn excuses herself to the bathroom. she locks the stall and sits down quickly, pulling her sleeve up.
‘are you 18 yet?’
the message is scribbled over and nothing has happened since she sat down.
‘that sounded extremely creepy, i am so so sorry’
yn smiles. they have messy handwriting, she notes, like they always write quick. her smiles turns into a frown quickly. she’s not 18 yet. she can’t write anything back.
she doesn’t look at her arm for the rest of the day.
the next message comes that night while she’s studying.
‘i’m gonna assume you’re not then? i turned 18 a couple days ago, i was just scared to write something’
‘i’ll just tell you about myself then :) i’m izuku mido-’
yn eyes goes wide and she tears them away from her arm. she stares at her desk for a second, trying to process what she just saw.
izuku midoriya? as in, third year izuku midoriya? as in, yn’s best friend izuku midoriya?
she was fucked. she was so utterly fucked. so astronomically fucked. she let her head drop down to her desk and let out a deep breath.
she brought her forearm into view and read the rest of the message.
‘-riya. i’m a third year at UA! my quirk is pretty cool. it basically just makes me super strong i guess? it’s kind of hard to explain. i’ll have to show you one day :)’
after a lot thinking (and a lot of staring at the green pen on her arm), yn finally decides to pick up her phone. she takes a picture of her arm and goes to izuku’s contact.
yn: [ attatchment: one image ] 3:04pm
yn: [ surprise?? wtf lol ] 3:04pm
izu-kun: [ oh ] 3:07pm
yn cringes at the two letters. what did that mean? was he disappointed? angry? irritated? did he secretly hate yn and was too nice to say it?
izu-kun: [ can you open your door? ] 3:08pm
yn lets a breath out (that she didn’t know she was holding) and stands up to open the door. izuku is standing there, a dopey grin on his face.
“i’m glad it was you,” he says immediately.
yn stares at him for a moment before taking a step forward and hugging him tightly.
izuku stills for a millisecond before he wraps his arms around her and squeezes. “i’m glad it’s you,” he repeats, much quieter this time as he’s closer to yn’s ear.
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vane-siis · 10 months
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Bakugo camera roll 📸
Just bakudeku hanging out~
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hellojj98 · 6 months
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joelysmile · 4 months
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Like a snowflake ❄️ (extra episode)
.Hide and seek
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Kastuki did a good choice.
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kingyo-konbini · 1 year
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FRIENDLY REMINDERS & MATH EQUATIONS [SHINSOU HITOSHI X READER]
[SUMMARY] what one person writes on their skin also appears on the skin of their soulmate. reader is forgetful and shinsou is bored. awkwardness ensues. [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] fluff | soulmate au [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 1083 [CONTENT] soulmate-identifying marks | pov switch between reader & shinsou | math
She was forgetful.
[Name] always had an issue with remembering things. She would put reminders on her phone, sticky notes on her walls, and big red words on her whiteboard and in her planner. And yet, somehow, she always seemed to miss them. The only thing she found that would work (and that wasn't even a guarantee) was writing the reminders on her wrist and hand and arm.
When she first started doing it she worried that it would bother her soulmate, the person who saw the scribbled notes appear on their own skin as though they had written it. But, after a while, she forgot about that, too.
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He was bored.
Shinsou Hitoshi had a problem with staying awake during study hall. He was fine during the actual lessons, hoping to soak up as much hero stuff as he could, but when he was left to his own devices he became utterly bored and horribly tired. He would read and go over notes, but those activities quickly became just as boring as doing nothing. The only thing that would stave off his boredom was to look at the words that would sometimes cover one of his limbs. And on the days where there was nothing, he would absentmindedly draw small doodles on the empty space.
When he first started doing it, he worried that his soulmate would find the cartoon-ish cats to be too childish, or his drawing abilities to be less than sub-par. But, after a while, he grew bored with that, too.
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It was Sunday. [Name] had two assignments due for English on Monday, neither of which she’d started, and a math assignment she was absolutely clueless about. She’d asked her friends, who were just as stumped as her, and Google didn’t even seem to have the answers, either. [Name] stared down at the math problems in front of her, mind split between figuring out the equations and working on the two English papers. Why had she thought spending Saturday with her friends, getting some extra practice in with their Quirks, would be a good idea?
In a moment of desperation, [Name] glanced at her wrist and the lack of anything drawn by her soulmate. It had been some time since she’d seen anything drawn by them, and she had to admit that she missed seeing the cute cat doodles. It was rare for her to think about her soulmate, writing notes or reminders on her skin without so much as a second thought towards the other person who could read them.
She bit her lip and picked up her pen, hesitantly drawing the first equation into her skin. Underneath it she wrote “help?” and then capped her pen, set it down on the desk, and waited.
...
Shinsou had never tried to communicate with his soulmate through the drawings. He knew people who had, people who had written down their location or phone number and met their soulmates that way. If Shinsou wasn’t being honest, he’d say that it was too much work and he wasn’t interested in the whole “soulmate” thing, anyways. If Shinsou was being honest, though, he’d say that he was worried about what he’d find. What if his soulmate thought he was ugly? What if they hated him and his Quirk? What if they were scared of him? They seemed like such a ditzy, cute person, always writing reminders on their skin, no matter how simple. How could he compare to that? To them, he was just the person who would draw a cat sometimes, and even that was rare.
And besides, they had never tried to contact him, either.
Which was why it was such a surprise when Shinsou saw the equation suddenly appear and the word 'help?' written beneath it. He’d been drying off from his shower, just having gotten back from training, when he noticed it. He stared at the numbers and letters and blinked. The equation looked familiar- they had just gone over it in class on Friday.
He could help his soulmate with a math problem.
Shinsou quickly finished drying off and got dressed, sitting at his desk and quickly picking up a pen. He wrote the word 'okay' beneath their request for help and waited a minute before getting to work.
...
The moment his response appeared beneath her cry for help, [Name] felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She waited with bated breaths as the process to solve the equation slowly appeared. [Name] copied it down, stroke for stroke, in her notebook. It took a second for her to realize she’d been holding her breath.
Within two minutes the answer was there, peering up at her from her wrist. The steps to getting it had been neatly recorded and transferred to the assignment sheet, and [Name] let out a long sigh of relief. 'thank you.' She wrote, adding a smiley face for good measure.
Content with that small bit of contact, [Name] turned back to her papers. She had just started attempting the next problem when the familiar sensation of lines appearing in her skin brought her back to look at her wrist. Written in the space where the palm meets the wrist were new words: 'do u need help w/ more?'
[Name] sucked in a breath, her heart racing against her ribs. Trembling more than she’d like to admit, [Name] wrote a short 'if it’s not too much trouble' beneath the question.
...
Shinsou couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face. As soon as he realized it, though, he forced it away and replaced it with a neutral expression, though his eyes still glimmered. Talking to his soulmate made his heart beat quicker than usual; he told himself he wasn’t sure why, since he hadn’t given them much thought, but a voice in the back of his head whispered "you know why."
Hesitating for just a moment longer, Shinsou began to write down his phone number. Once the numbers were written, he grimaced. Had this really been a good idea? He thought back to the number of people who had done the same thing he had, though for different reasons. They all seemed happy enough, but was he ready to talk to his soulmate like they did?
Shaking his head, Shinsou assured himself that he wasn’t trying to connect with them. All he was doing was trying to help someone with their math homework. That was it.
Three minutes passed before his phone buzzed.
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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.
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