My Hero Academia Imagines

{Soulmate AU} Flashover P.3 (Bakugou Katsuki)

He had made sure to gather all his facts and double check them before he bought the ticket. Every little piece of information you had put together would be needed for him to follow. Every mention of where you lived, what was in your town, the people, and of course that it was up north.

He crossed everything: a beachside town near the island of Hokkaido, a high school about to have its cultural festival, a ramen shop with your family's name on it. It all fit together, leading him to believe that you lived in Nakadomari.

If he was wrong, he would have spent a good 10,000 yen for nothing but a sightseeing tour of the northern regions of Japan. But he was certain, there were too many clues in place for him to not have found the right town.

Even more so, this weekend was your school's cultural festival, meaning it would be his only chance to sneak onto campus and ask around for you without attracting the attention of the school officials.

The train ride was long, the bus ride was even longer, but after nearly 15 hours he arrived on a Friday afternoon, the time slightly after 1pm. If anything good came out of his long trip it was that he was able to sleep and pull himself together.

The town itself was extremely small, a lot of residential houses and a few commercial ones. There were signs pointing to the seas shore and the hot springs along with ones showing the way to attractions and inns. Quite the place to live.

He found the school fairly easily, stomping up to the main entrance, the school's president and vice president greeting visitors as they came in, their faces adorned in false smiles.

"Welcome to the cultural festival, is there anywhere I should direct you?" The president asked, her voice bright and cheerful.

Bakugou snarled, making her jump ever so slightly and nervously turn to face him. He took in her appearance: brown rabbit ears on the top of her head, her school uniform pressed and neat looking. She was treating this shit like a Goddamn display or honor.

"(Last Name, First Name)." He spat out, looking at the president with fire in his eyes. "Where can I find her."

"I-I um- I- I don't know that s-student." The president answered, her form melting the longer she was held under Bakugou's gaze.

"HUH?! Well where is she?!"

"Is something the matter?" The vice president asked, stepping in, seeing his senpai getting harassed by this strange boy.

"Yeah, I'm looking for someone and your school's president is acting like she doesn't know shit."

"Sir, please calm down. Perhaps I know who you're looking for." He spoke, adjusting his arm band.

"(Last Name, First Name)." Bakugou stated again, watching as the vice president's face lit up a bit, his eyes widening in what appeared to be shock.

"W-we're in the same class. Room 3-C." He mumbled, pointing to the main building. "Enjoy your stay and welcome."

"Thanks for nothing assrags." The hero in training rolled his eyes.

'3-C'... Were you a year older than him? He had no idea, but usually that number related to what year you were in... meaning it was highly likely that he was younger by at least a few months.

Finding the classroom was easy enough, the large label above the door telling him he had arrived at his destination. He didn't wait to tear the door down, sliding it was such a force, he dared say that the entire floor shook.

When he glanced in, he saw the terrified faces of what was no doubt supposed to be a cafe. Girls were dressed as anime characters, carrying pieces of paper to take orders. The boys were dressed as chefs, shoves in the back sizzling.