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#life was so much easier when bakugo reaching for kirishimas hand was breaking the fandom
kaistarus · 2 years
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Feeling nostalgic for the days when MHA only had like two seasons and I'd sit in the back row of my stats an hour before people got there to binge the whole show.
Or when season 3 was airing and I was talking 24/7 about all things bakugo to all friends. I'd legit tear up over Bakugos breakdown randomly and my friends would be like wtf put down Twitter loser
Too much happening now. Overwhelming lmao
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starsscribble · 5 years
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Need More Tea
Prompt: Soulmate
Sequel to No More Coffee
Fandom: BNHA/My Hero Academia
Character: Pro-Hero Bakugo
Bakugo long since stopped paying attention to the words that appeared on his. None of the messages were to him so he didn’t care. His soulmate seemed to always be making small notes on their arms about things they needed or dates to remember. Even if he didn’t pay attention to the words it did help calm him after a rough day of work. It let him know that his soulmate was safe because of the work he had done. As for you, life was busy. You didn’t really pay any mind to if your soulmate wrote to you. Running your own business with her childhood friend was hard. Especially when that friend was a coffee addict who seemed to pass-out at the wrong time during the day. However, since she met her soulmate Japanese newest No. 1 Hero your little designing studio was growing. You had met with heroes Uravity and Ingenium to work with them on making some merchandise with their brand. Both were overwhelming helpful in advertising the products. So much so that you had become friends with them. Rushing around your new workspace you heard your phone ring. Setting the papers you had down on the small corner desk you rushed towards your working desk. Answering the phone you heard a bubbly voice you knew was Uraraka.
“Hey, your not busy tonight. Are you?”
“Why? What’s up?” Resting the phone between your ear and your shoulder you went back to papers you're sat on the desk. You had just gotten sketches back from your friend and work partner on the newest line for Red Riot. As much as you hated the fact of how much coffee she drank. It did get her up and going for work.
“Well a few of us were going over to my place for dinner.” Uraraka was sweet and you enjoyed her company. When you worked on her line of clothes you loved the input she had given you. Even before working with her you looked up to her. As a friend Uraraka was a gift. A kind-hearted woman that would drop by with lunches on her lunch break to make sure you and your friend had eaten.
“Give me the time and I will try to make it.” You picked up a pen and wrote the time on your hand. Uraraka telling you she would text you the directions to her home before she was forced to hang up because of an alarm. Setting the phone on your desk you started to look over the sketches you had.
Bakugo didn’t want to come to this dinner, it had been a long day. He wanted to go home making his own food, maybe have a beer and sleep. However, Kirishima called him begging him into coming. He met his shitty haired friend before they headed to Uraraka’s house. He listened as the redhead talked about his agency and the work he had been doing since they last saw each other. Looking at the top of his hand he saw words under the time that had been written earlier new words appear.
‘Remember to get tea for tomorrow.’ Kirishima saw his best friend staring at his hand. Looking over he read what was wrote; chuckling lightly.
“What’s so funny?” Bakugo questioned as he pushed the harding hero away from him before he stalked off. Kirishima pouting before he rushed to catch up.
“Just that neither you or your soulmate have met each other. I know people would love to have that,” he gestured to the writing on the blonde’s hand. “Kind of soul making. It makes it easier to find your soulmate than others.” Bakugo shrugged as they kept walking.
You rushed getting out of your office, it was already late. Calling a taxi you gave the diver were you were going. With evening traffic the ride was longer than it should have been. Finally reaching Uraraka’s house you knocked on the door. The door opened showing the mousey brown haired girl; a smile of her face.
“Am I late?” You questioned stepping into the house and taken your shoes off placing it was the others.
“Nope. I just gave you an earlier time.” She smile she had on her face make it clear she was pleased with herself.
“You little devil!” She giggled as you followed her deeper into the house. In the living room talking was a few of her old classmates; some, of course, you had worked with.
“Guys! Look who showed.” You rolled your eyes as everyone looked towards you.
“Y/n!” Kirishima rushed over towards you picking you up in a hug and spinning you around.
“Kiri. Kiri! Put me down.” You said as he chuckled and gently sat you on the ground. Iida and Todoroki greeted you with a handshake as your own best friend rushed over hugging you tightly. Looking towards Midoriya you glared, the hero smiled and shrugged knowing he would be in trouble later.
“Come on,” Uraraka said pulling you out of the living room and towards the kitchen. “There two more people that came that you should meet.” Getting to the kitchen you saw who she was talking about; Froppy and the infamous Ground Zero.
“Sui, Bakugo,” Uraraka got the attention of both. “This is Y/n. She is the other designer that made my merch.”
“Ribbit. It’s nice to meet you. Ribbit. I love your style.” You smiled at the frog heroine nodding your head.
“Thank you. Nice to meet you both as well.” You looked from Sui towards Bakugo, you saw him transfixed on your hand. “Ah, sorry.” You lifted the hand that had today’s notes on it. “I just write on notes to myself. I’m sure my soulmates hates it.” You chuckled; however, Bakugo removed the over mits that covered his hand. Putting it up you saw the same writing on his hand. The other girls in the kitchen gasped just as surprised as the two of you were. Uraraka quickly rushing off to telling the group in the living room and Sui followed.
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