#somehow i dont have a yellow sweatshirt yet..

[wingeddbaby]

soulmate au

For the following characters : Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Amajiki Tamaki

warnings : language

“Do you think our soulmates might be in our class?” asked Ochaco, a smile plastered on her face.

You frowned. Hoping that your soulmate was in your school, least of all your class, was just a lost cause. There’s a low chance of meeting your soulmate. And even if you did, it could be possible that the two of you never figure it out. Or there could be an unrequited love.

You’re supposed to have a matching mark. It’s located on your wrist, and it disappears once - or in most cases, if - you fall in love with your soulmate.

But, right now, soulmates were the least of your worries as you walked with your friend all the way to UA; a place you thought you’d never get into.

Bakugou Katsuki -

He didn’t believe in the whole soulmate scenario. That’s why Bakugou kept his mark covered whenever he could. He didn’t want to meet his soulmate. Because he didn’t know what he would think if he did.

But when he saw you at the dorms, a small blue explosion on the inside of your bare wrist, he couldn’t process the newfound information.

“Hey, Bakugou! Are you still going to help me study tonight? We have that test tomorrow, and I really need your help!” You grabbed his arm, and Bakugou hated the fact that he became flustered from the familiar action. The two of you somehow became “friends”, even with your cheerful personality and his bad attitude.

“Whatever. Get your shit and hurry up.” Bakugou pulled away and left for his room.

You smiled and ran to your room to grab your notebook and some of the assignments you needed help with.

*-•°•-*

“Can I just sleep here? Aizawa will be pissed if he finds me wandering around the boys’ dorms at two in the morning.” You yawned and set your notebook aside.

“That’s why I told you to leave, hours ago!” he yelled, causing you to laugh. You somehow found humor in his overly-dramatic anger. “But fine, you can sleep on the bed-”

“You want me to sleep in your bed with you? I feel honored!” You smirked when he glared at you.

“I was going to say…” he tried to keep his cool this time. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Aww… that’s no fun. I promise I don’t bite!”

“Shut up and turn around while I change.”

“Why? Scared I’ll see your mark?”

He didn’t say anything.

You covered your eyes, flopping back onto his bed. “I still can’t believe I got you to stay up this late.” You peeked through your fingers, hoping to get a glimpse of his soulmate mark. And you were able to see it. When you did, you fell off the bed in shock.

“Shit! What the hell are you doing, (l/n)?!” he yelled, pulling on a sweatshirt.

“K-Katsuki! Why didn’t you tell me?!” he lifted you from the ground, ignoring your yelling.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You saw the look of worry on his face that he tried to cover up with yelling.

You grabbed his sleeve and pulled it up so that you could see his mark. The blue explosion that was the exact same as yours. A mix of your water manipulation quirk and his ability to create explosions from his sweat.

“You’ve seen my mark multiple times! Why didn’t you tell me?!” You felt hurt, and you just wanted to forget about this situation, but it’s too late now. “Mine disappeared a few days ago…”

“I didn’t…”

“What, Katsuki?!”

“I didn’t want to see your reaction.” He sat down on the bed in defeat. What is up with him today?

You sat down next to him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I l-like you, (l/n) (y/n).”

Your heart started to race at his meaningful statement. “Aww… I like you too, Katsuki!” You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. This was one of the very rare moments in which Bakugou opened up to you. And you would accept it any day.

Kaminari Denki -

“Oh my god! (y/n), Kaminari has that same mark on his wrist! I saw it the other day!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down.

“You are very excited over this…” You watched as Mina smiled and grabbed her phone. “What are you doing, Mina…?”

“I’m texting Ochaco. She said that whoever finds your soulmate first will get a free meal from the other.”

You gave her a look of confusion. “But what if you never found my soulmate?”

“Then I’d live a very sad life, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone when you heard it go off. It was a message from Ochaco.

human floaty: U FOUND UR SOULMATE W/O ME???

human floaty: IM COMING TO UR ROOM RN

“Ochaco’s coming over,” you said quietly. Mina grabbed your phone from your hands. “HEY!”

“Why is there a picture of you and Kaminari as your wallpaper?” She smirked at you and scrolled through your contacts.

“What are you doing with my phone?”

“Calling him.”

“WHAT?! STOP!” You reached for your phone, a spark of electricity accidentally flying from your fingertip. That’s right. You have the same quirk as Kaminari, except you can shoot red electricity. It was caused by your mother’s fire quirk.

“I didn’t call him.” Mina tossed me the phone. “I texted him. He wouldn’t be able to hear me if I called since you keep screaming.”

A knock was heard at your door, and, expecting it to be Ochaco, you stood up to answer it. You did not expect to see your friend, crush, and soulmate - Kaminari Denki, standing at your door frame. “Denki? W-What are you-”

“Let me see your mark!” he yelled frantically, grabbing your arm.

He put his arm next to yours, comparing the two soulmate marks. A lightning bolt. Half yellow, half red.

Then it disappeared.

“You love me?!” you looked up at him in embarrassment once you saw the mark disappear from his wrist.

“You love me?!”

You both didn’t predict someone to shove Kaminari into you and cause your lips to clash together in an unexpected kiss.

Ochaco gave Mina a discreet thumbs up from her place behind Kaminari.

Todoroki Shouto -

You have two soulmate marks. So you figured it would be easier to find your soulmate with that kind of mark. You even thought of the possibility that you might have two soulmates. But that was impossible. One of them was a flame. The other was a red and blue flower. The second mark made sense, considering your quirk gives you the ability to cover the area in plants with your bare hands. It’s pretty useful in combat since you can just wrap vines around someone.

But one day, the marks just disappeared, meaning that your soulmate had fallen in love with you. That also means that you’ve met them before, which narrowed down the possibilities.

You didn’t even want a soulmate. You already heart set on someone else. So imagine your surprise when you heard Midoriya asking Todoroki about his two soulmate marks, and how they had disappeared a few weeks ago… When you realized you liked Todoroki…

You walked up to them during lunch and slammed your hands down on the table, trying to be intimidating. “Todoroki. Can I talk to you?” He nodded, waiting for you to say something. “Alone, please?”

Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka quickly left the table. “What did your soulmate marks look like?”

“One was a flame. The other was a flower. Why?”

Your eyes widened. “You’re my soulmate…”

Midoriya Izuku -

“I like you!”

“Huh?” You jumped slightly when Midoriya suddenly said this during lunch.

You didn’t figure him as the type of person to have feelings for another person at this time. He was too focused on his studies and on becoming a pro hero, but apparently, that wasn’t as true as you thought it to be.

“You… like me…?” You didn’t believe it. Honestly, who would want someone like you? You have a quirk that poisons people. You can’t be a hero with a quirk that only hurts people, yet you got into UA - under the hero course - anyway.

“Yes.” He nodded, still bowing his head to you so you couldn’t see his expression.

“Why?” you asked, picking at the food on your tray with a solemn look. He was probably dared to do it. You never thought that it was possible for someone to like you.

He grabbed your arm and showed you his wrist. “You like me too, dont you?” Both his arm and your’s were free of the soulmate mark that was a green skull.

“I do…” You smiled when he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Someone in this world - your soulmate - does like you. Love you.

Amajiki Tamaki -

You smiled at the small sun on your wrist. The other girls in your class were showing off their marks, and you had a sudden appreciation for your own.

“Your soulmate must be a cheerful person,” said Ochaco, smiling over at you.

You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Hey, aren’t you going to meet up with Nejire and her friend later?” Mina asked. When you nodded, she asked, “Can I come?”

“Sorry, no, I’m supposed to meet her at a café with Tamaki,” you said, grabbing your phone and your backpack. “I should actually be going right now.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?! We could’ve helped you prepare!”

*-•°•-*

“She isn’t coming, is she?” You sighed, leaning your head against the window of the café.

The boy in front of you shrugged, still trying to call Nejire from his phone.

“Maybe we should just go, Tamaki…” you whispered, turning off your phone and putting it in the front pocket of your backpack.

“We could s-stay.”

“I mean… If you want to.”

“I-If you don’t-”

“Tamaki, I want to stay.” You smiled and grabbed onto his hand.

“Okay…” A blush crept onto his face as you fiddled with his hand. “What are you doing…?”

You heard your phone ringing from your backpack, so you went to grab it. When you reached into the pocket, you noticed that the mark on your wrist was gone.

“U-Um… Tamaki? Do you mind if I see your soulmate mark?”

He held out his arm, expecting to see that small familiar sun. Imagine his surprise when he saw nothing.

“It was a sun… I don’t-” He was cut off by your lips being pressed against his. You felt him flinch at the sudden action, but that didn’t stop him from hesitantly putting his hands on your waist.

“Ahem!” You both pulled away, not meeting each other eyes as you scooted away from each other. “I see you two are getting along just fine…”

You glared at Nejire as she laughed at your embarrassment.

#boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #fanfic #katsuki bakugo x reader #kaminari x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #soulmate #au #alternate universe #mha x reader #character x reader #bnha x reader

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newfragile yellows [177]

“Alright kids, you’re all going on a surprise walk to the park with Grandfather,” Ellana calls out through the front door and Bull hears the rushing of feet and also the closing of doors, the dropping of toys, and also several voices going at the same time.

Half the kids are ready to go and be anywhere but inside the house when they could be outside and doing outside things and the other half are petulant about their current activities being disturbed.

Bull is pretty sure that Rocky’s meticulous re-arranging of his room’s clutter doesn’t have some sort of deadline but the kid is taking it all very seriously. Bull would be proud of that kind of time keeping if Rocky would apply it to generally more frequently considered things like homework and school projects or doing his chores around the house or even how often he should be changing his pajamas without Bull intervening and forcing him to stop wearing the same thing as he has for the past thirteen nights.

(“Rocky, that’s not a science experiment anymore, this is spite and I dont’ know what I’ve done to deserve this kind of treatment from you. I’m not going to beg because I like to think you respect me enough not to make me beg. But change your pajamas and put those in the laundry.”)

Bull turns back to focusing at the task on hand of sorting all of the laundry and figuring out who’s is what because the kids are weirdly finicky about it. They don’t mind sharing but the clothes have to start off in the right person’s closet, dresser, or trunk - or wherever it is the kids throw their clothes when Bull or Ellana isn’t looking. He’s seen the same shirt on four of the same children consecutively last week. Krem on Monday, Dalish on Tuesday, Mahanon on Wednesday, and then Grim on Thursday.

The shirt fits a little differently on each of them.

On Krem it was a little baggy and he wore it to school over a long sleeved shirt because it was going to be cold and he needed an extra layer. On Dalish it was a little short and she was wearing it underneath a jacket she got with her Saturnalia money. Mahanon was using it at home after he changed from his school clothes. Grim was wearing it as a normal shirt to school on Thursday.

The shirt, he’s certain, belonged to Stitches to start with.

Laundry with seven children who shuffle their clothes around without regard to fit or age appropriateness of said clothing like they’re trying to con you like they’re some sort of shell-game person at the pier is a surprisingly difficult task that requires a stupid amount of Bull’s focus and unwavering attention.

The last time he accidentally put a pair of Mahanon’s pajama pants with Dalish’s both children were sulking at him for two weeks.

Skinner and Dalish have also started making off with some of Ellana’s smaller more slim-fitted sweaters and t-shirts. Ellana’s clothes don’t yet fit the pre-teens by any measure, but the two girls seem to find it exciting.

Bull is in the middle of trying to figure out which of the older boys a sweatshirt he’s holding belongs to - it’s a toss up, really. Rocky’s kept his middle school sweatshirt, and Stitches and Grim each have one. He really should’ve made them each pick a different style of sweatshirt but he didn’t realize they’d grow to be so damn territorial about it. - when Ellana raps her knuckles on the laundry room doorway.

“You managed to get the entire brood out of the house without a fuss?” Bull asks, “Hey, is this Grim’s, you think? Or Stitches? Both of them keep their clothes pretty neat and don’t wear them out too hard. So I don’t think it’s Rocky’s. I should know. Rocky’s had his longer, but with the way these kids are using each other’s closets I’ve forgotten.”

“It’s Grim’s, Stitches’ sweatshirt was in the laundry last time,” Ellana says. “Are you close to done here?”

“Not even remotely,” Bull says, turning to her, “Why?”

Ellana’s face is very serious and she’s still fully dressed for the office. She hasn’t even taken off her blazer or her overcoat.

“We need to talk,” Ellana says, mouth pinched down at the corners.

Bull feels his lungs and guts clench and he nods, gently putting down Grim’s sweatshirt, flattening it carefully on the dryer and turning to face her.

Ellana nods her head towards the living room and Bull follows after her.

Krem and Mahanon had left their little elementary school homework packets on the coffee table. Grim must have been with them helping because Grim’s sketchbook is also present, closed and his pencil carefully placed on top.

Ellana sits down on the sofa, feet planted on the floor and she waits for him expectantly.

Bull slowly sits down next to her, hand on the cushions between them. She doesn’t take it.

Anxiety curls his guts into a knot that is somehow also in his throat and in his head, too.

“We tabled the discussion of more children last year,” Ellana says, “Before we moved to this house.”

A hundred things fly through Bull’s mind and a good majority of them are relief. His mind had gone to - not good places.

“Yes. You weren’t ready and I wasn’t really thinking about one,” Bull says, keeping his hand between them. “Is this something you want to talk over? Did something happen?”

Ellana nods, “Something’s come up. There was - there was a case. It didn’t end well. There was a child involved.”

For Ellana’s cases, there is usually a child involved. Ellana is one of the rare few in her firm who specializes in Family law. Solas and her aunt both handle criminal lawsuits and her extended family is a mix of everything else. The Evanuris firm has its fingers in many, many pots and they have many, many faces.

“Where is the child now?” Bull asks.

“Being held at a juvenile detention center - I - I don’t want to get into the entire thing, but he’s seventeen, Bull,” Ellana says, brows furrowed deeply, “And he has nowhere to go once they let him out. He doesn’t - he’s going to fall through the system, and I can’t let that happen. I don’t know what to do.”

“You want to take him in.”

Ellana’s face is a complicated tangle of fear and outrage and worry and anxiety.

“He needs someone to help him, he needs someone to guide him back onto the course that was taken from him. But I don’t - I don’t want to bring that here if it’s going to hurt the children we already have. I mean, we don’t have to adopt him, but we - I - could watch him. Sponsor him? I don’t know.”

Bull holds his hand out to her and Ellana takes it.

“I’d like to tell you yes,” Bull says, “But I need to know more about this situation. I need you to tell me about this boy because I understand your intentions and I understand that you want to help this kid. But I can’t agree to that even if it’s a good thing, not without knowing if this is safe before hand.”

Ellana nods, her hand is cold and clammy and Bull runs his thumb over her chilled knuckles.

“Is this something we can consider at all, though?” Ellana asks, snagging her lower lip on her teeth, “Is this something that is even a possibility? I know we have the room, but do we have - do we have the resources? Financially? Emotionally? Physically?”

“Financially we aren’t hurting and it would depend on what kind of costs this brings on. Does he need a therapist? Lots of medical attention? Tutors for school? Clothes, furniture, a phone, stuff for his own, absolutely. Rocky could share a room, but is this kid alright with sharing a room?”

Bull pauses, “How long are the kids out for?”

This is going to be a very serious discussion.

“Dad knows what I’m talking to you about,” Ellana says, “He’s good to have them past dinner, too.”

“Alright,” Bull nods. Depending on how things go they’ll need to ask the kids about their opinions, but not at this stage. He’s been through this before when he was bringing in other fosters and stuff. But that was before Ellana and Mahanon. That was before everything got - got got. “Let’s start with a name. Who is he?”

“Cole,” Ellana says, “His name is Cole.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth