Rotten Ribbons

Chapter One

It was a normal Tuesday for Y/N, they woke up, styled their (H/C) hair and looked at themselves in the mirror with their (E/C) eyes, admiring the work they did before making coffee and heading to work.

Y/N worked in an office building, it was small but respectable and she had many friends there who helped her around the place, and made sure she didn't overwork herself. The office workers knew she was a writer because she would always have a notebook on hand, even when she didn't have work to do.

When asked where they got their stories she would say,

"I write down all I know about life."

They knew not to bother them with their silly questions because Y/N was never really bothered. They just wrote, and if they knew what to look for, they could see some pages on the inside covered with notes of what the girl was saying, like scripts for conversations.

You walked out of the lobby of your apartment, which was only about 3 kilometers away from your workplace, and headed out of the street towards the metro station. As soon as your feet hit the floor tiles below, you felt the tingling of your ribbon as the magic that bound the two you together began to strengthen, they were getting closer to you. You had never put any effort into finding your soulmate, you would meet them when fate decided, and it seemed that fate had decided that you will meet them soon.

Your train arrived after you had boarded and sat in your seat, watching how other people dressed, smiled and laughed while they enjoyed being alive on this day. They were living their lives as you should be. You watched how the man next to you got off his stop, his blue coat was slightly worn, and he carried a messenger bag in his left hand.

your stop was next and your train started moving. Your body was tense due to anticipation and anxiety, you hoped that the person who will make you happier wasn't someone that would cause you problems later... You kept your head low in hopes to avoid eye contact with anyone else as you exited the subway station, and went to work.

You would need to keep your mind blank for today so you could focus on your work without having too much trouble. the day passed by in a blur and it was late by the time your boss gave you permission to leave early, you packed up your things quickly, and went to get coffee at your favorite Café

You lived in Japan, and earthquakes were very common there, so when the ground shook you didn't think about it, that was, until you saw debris from a nearby building begin to fall while you were drinking your coffee. You set the glass mug down, and the building collapsed, the impact had to have killed someone, and that's when you saw... your ribbon was rotting

Hero students had came to rescue the surviving civilians, since all heroes were currently busy, except for one, who was their teacher Shouta Aizawa, better known as Eraserhead. He had gotten a call from the police department and had taken up his role as the hero who saves people, despite being exhausted from a grueling week of teaching, even though it was only Tuesday.

Tears had pricked your eyes despite never meeting your soulmate, you were still upset, because they were so close, and you still didn't get to meet them. you took a deep breath to compose yourself, and exited the coffee shop after paying to see two hero students (Katsuki Bakugo and Tenya Iida) arguing instead of helping people out of the rubble. you sighed with disdain, and tore the sleeve of your (F/C) sweater to cover the wounds of some of the injured to help out at least a bit, lets just hope the medical college courses you took in high school were accurate.

As you went to check on another civilian that had fallen unconscious, you heard a loud explosion behind you. you turned around, and saw a blonde boy in a flashy hero costume holding onto a massive piece of concrete with one hand and using his quirk on the remaining rubble in front of him. you frowned in disgust, does he not realize how dangerous that is!

you had pushed away more rubble before you froze, someone was killed on impact, and it was your soul mate... a rebar had impaled him through the lungs, and his legs were pinned due to the rubble, and you saw the shining red ribbon... that meant... your heart stopped beating for a moment as you stared down at your mangled soul mate, and your ribbon was already decayed, he was gone...

As a single tear fell from your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss. The sight before you was devastating, your soulmate lying lifeless beneath the rubble. The red ribbon, once vibrant and full of life, now slowly dissipated into thin air. It was a cruel reminder that he was gone, that fate had dealt you a heartbreaking blow.

Despite the obviousness of his death, you couldn't bring yourself to let go. You clung onto his lifeless body, desperate for something to anchor you, to keep you from collapsing under the weight of your grief. The scene was hauntingly vivid, his life extinguished so swiftly and violently. It was a moment you wished you had never witnessed, yet it was also a moment that allowed you to meet him in his final breath.

Every detail etched itself into your memory-the pain etched on his face, the blood staining his clothes, the rebar that had pierced his lungs. It was a sight that would forever haunt your nightmares, a tragic ending to a love story that never had the chance to begin.

But even in the midst of your sorrow, you knew you had to let go. Reluctantly, you released your grip on his lifeless body, allowing him to rest in peace. Your soul ribbon, now faded and frail, fluttered gently in the breeze before finally vanishing into nothingness. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that you had at least met him in his final moments, yet also realizing that the love you had yearned for was now lost forever.

As you stood there, surrounded by the remnants of destruction, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the world crashing down on you. The tears continued to flow, your grief consuming you like a tidal wave. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on you, mirroring the void that now existed in your heart. Life had lost its vibrancy, its color, and all that remained was an abyss of sorrow.

Days turned into nights, and nights turned into days, but the pain persisted. You retreated into your bedroom, seeking solace in solitude. Each moment was filled with memories that you clung onto desperately, the laughter that would never be, the love that would never bloom.

Time seemed to stand still as you mourned the loss of your soulmate. It felt as if the world had forgotten its purpose, its joy. But deep within you, a glimmer of resilience flickered. You knew you couldn't let grief consume you forever. Life had to go on, even in the absence of the one who was supposed to complete you.

Slowly, you mustered the strength to face reality. The tears may still sting your eyes, but you knew you couldn't dwell on the pain forever. Your boss, understanding the weight of your loss, granted you time off work to cope with the overwhelming grief.

In the confines of your room, you battled the sorrow that threatened to consume you. It took all your might to push through each day, to ignore the ache in your chest, a constant reminder of the void that now existed in your life. Your soulmate was gone, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fix it. They wouldn't be coming back.

The world outside continued to move, oblivious to your pain. People went about their lives, laughing and smiling, as if nothing had changed. It felt like a cruel mockery, a reminder of what you had lost. But amidst the darkness, a small glimmer of hope remained.

Though your soulmate was gone, you still carried a part of them within you. Their essence, their spirit, their love-it would forever be etched into your heart. And as you slowly began to pick up the shattered pieces of your life, you knew that you had to keep going, to honor their memory by living a life filled with love and resilience.

The transitional plot had woven its way through the tapestry of your life, connecting the devastating end of a love story with the arduous journey that lay ahead. It was a chapter that would forever shape you, that would mold your understanding of love and loss. And as you stood at the precipice of the unknown, you vowed to keep moving forward, even as the scars of your grief continued to mark your soul.