↳ bnha one shots || vol. 1

doodle || katsuki bakugou

He hated the unpredictability of the drawings.

Yet he loved it at the same time.

The little hearts, flowers and faces that adorned his arm almost daily were incredibly embarrassing, but in his moments alone he couldn't help but smile as he studied the new doodles, satisfied with the knowledge that you seemed to be alive and well, somewhere in a classroom with a dreamy look on your face as you drew on your arm. He couldn't help but trace his fingertips over them absentmindedly, his heart fluttering slightly time, skin tingling. He admired your skill, the way you seemed to make anything gorgeous, how you seemed to rectify accidents with a couple swipes of your pen, almost as if it wasn't there in the first place, only identifiable through intense studying. In a way, he thought of them as his hearts.

But still, it was infuriating that he couldn't wipe them off, and was forced to rely on you to clean them off, yet you barely seemed to make an effort, allowing them to slowly fade away, not making any particular effort to scrub them off whilst showering.

"Your Soulmate really does like doodling," Kirishima commented, sparing a glance at the fresh set of doodles curling around Bakugou's hand. "At least they're talented!"

Bakugou grunted as he slammed his locker shut, reaching for his gauntlets and pulling them on roughly, gloves following. "Its damn annoying though."

A small smile slipped onto Kirishima's lips, and he shook his head. "Hey, you know they're alright though don't you? Some of our Soulmates don't draw on our arms, so we don't know whether or not they're alright."

Bakugou sighed, throwing his head back, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." And he was, had you not been a big doodler then Bakugou would worry himself silly about you. He blew out another sigh, eyes snapping open as he pushed himself to his feet, leading Kirishima out of the changing room. "They better start drawing something other than hearts and flowers or I'll kill them."

A snort left Kirishima. "Hey, where's All Might? Isn't he meant to be here? I thought he was teaching us today."

"You are right young Kirishima, for I am here!" Kirishima started as All Might suddenly slammed his hands down on his shoulders, before rushing to the front of the class and addressing them with open arms. "Settle down, class, settle down! I know you're all excited to get started! I thought it would be a good idea to try some sparring today, but not just any sparring! Sparring with people your Quirks are incompatible in! It'll be a great opportunity for you all to learn the weaknesses of your Quirks."

The class started to buzz with excitement.

"I've already assigned your partners!" the Hero exclaimed, proceeding to read from a list he produced from his back pocket. Bakugou listened patiently, heart skipping a beat when his name was finally announced. "Bakugou and (L/N)."

His eyes snapped over to your form. He knew of you, but didn't know a lot about you. You sat at the back of the classroom, between Uraraka and Todoroki. You were an average student academically, but your Quirk possessed a hell of a lot of power. Superstrength - a Quirk he definitely wouldn't have the advantage over if you managed to land a punch. He could dodge you easily, but after a while it would grow tiring and his muscles would start to spasm. Your Quirk was certainly a force to be reckoned with, not one to be underestimated, but if you played your cards right, not one to be feared either.

Bakugou barely paid attention to the sparring, keeping his gaze locked on the back of your head as you watched. He felt his heart squeeze a little bit when you jumped up and down with excitement upon Uraraka's victory, and he quickly scolded himself afterwards, looking down at his gauntlet - the only barrier between him and his Soulmate's drawings.

"Bakugou, you're up next man!"

When Kirishima pushed him forwards, he made a point of turning around and glaring at him, eventually stepping up to the stage and meeting your eyes boldly. He didn't even hear All Might count down, but he did notice how your eyes seemed to come closer and closer, and when Kirishima shouted his name from the sidelines he finally made his move. His arm reached out instinctively, grasping yours as miniature explosions shot out of it. A shriek left your lips, and when you made a swipe for him he let go, eyes fixed on your now sleeveless arm.

He paused.

Those were his hearts.