Tied by red

Chapter 4

Slamming the front door to his house Bakugo sprinted up to his bedroom, not bothering to take off his shoes in his panic. Slamming the door to his bedroom he sank to the floor, panting heavily. He had run the whole way home, trying to get away from Kirishima. Now he realised that was pointless as the red string was still tightly wrapped around his finger.

Calming his heart he moved to his bed and stared blankly at the bright red thread that led from his finger and out his door. It was vibrant and almost seemed to glow in the slight darkness of his bedroom. He loosely ran his fingers through the thread, doing his best to not accidentally tug at it and let Kirishima know what he was doing.

Sighing to himself he reached into his drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors, holding it up to the string. The thread rested loosely between the blades as they glinted in the gentle red light. His hand trembled slightly as he slowly closed them together until the edges of the blade were touching the string, then he stopped. Growling to himself he threw the scissors across the room and into the wall with a thunk.

"Stupid fucking string, I choose my own fate, my own love." He growled once more as he stared irritatedly at the string. He hated it, but he couldn't cut it. If he cut that string and didn't find a way to tie it to someone else's he would be soulmateless. curling up into a ball Bakugo cursed at whatever god had tied them together.

'you hadn't hated it thought' said some voice in the back of his head, and Bakugo had to admit it was right. Running a finger across his lips he remembered how soft it had been. It had been his first kiss and it had certainly been one to remember. Sighing softly he closed his eyes and tried to calm his thoughts.

His eyes shot open when the only image that appeared was the red head's grinning face. Sitting up Bakugo grabbed his pillow, and with a yell, threw it across the room.

He heard muffled yells as his mother told him off for throwing things once more but he didn't care. He collapsed back onto his bed and shut his eyes. Letting the images of Kirishima fill his mind.

Kirishima's smile that could appease gods.

Kirishima's laugh that could bring joy to even the darkest of people.

Kirishima's lips which had been... oh so soft... on his own....

NO!

Bakugo was startled when a small explosion set off in his palm. Looking down he was sweating. Rubbing them together nervously he tried to calm himself down. It wasn't working.

With a sigh he got off his bed and stripped out of his school uniform. He needed to clear his head before he went insane, and the best way to do that was with a jog.

Throwing on a tank top and some shorts he grabbed a water bottle and headed down to the kitchen. His mother was sat at the counter reading some sort of magazine, not that he cared. Heading to the sink he started to fill his bottle but she called out to him.

"Katsuki darling where are you off to?" She asked, not lifting her eyes off her magazine. Bakugo rolled his eyes and switched off the water.

"Out for a run, I feel like it. I'll be back before dark." He mumbled as he capped the bottle and slid it into his trouser pocket. Mitsuki waved her hand dismissingly as she flipped her page.

"Just be back before it's time for dinner." she muttered as her eyes lit up at a sale in the pages. Bakugo simply grunted and walked out the kitchen, grabbing his headphones as he walked down the hall.

Switching them on he scrolled through his music playlist to find something with an upbeat rhythm. He paused to cross the road before stopping on the small grassy hill at the end of the park.

Finding a song with a steady rhythm he pocketed the device and started his stretches. Over the years of practiced movements he had grown quite limber despite his muscular appearance.

Feeling warmed up he did one final stretch before setting off into a steady jog. Slowly speeding up till he was going at an almost dead sprint.

He kept running for who knows how long. Stopping every now and then to stretch out any stitches and muscle cramps he got. By the time he felt fully calm, the sun was starting to set.

Cursing to himself Bakugo headed home, his near empty water bottle sloshing in his pocket. As he was about to cross the road he felt a shock of electricity pass up his spine and faltered. Had that-?

Removing his headphones he looked around the pavement, not searching for anything in particular.

'Liar'

Then he heard the voice as it called for his attention.

"BAKUUGGOOOOO!!" sighing he turned in the direction of the voice to see the redhead come bounding up to him, all smiles and sunshine.

As soon as the redhead was within reach Bakugo grabbed the collar of his shirt and growled at him.

"I told you to stop tugging the fucking string shitty hair." Kirishima's smile faltered and all Bakugo wanted to do was apologise, hug him better, tell him to never stop smiling.

"O-oh yeah, sorry Bakugo, I kinda forgot and you were ignoring me." Bakugo snorted and rolled his eyes, but let go of the boy's shirt. An awqward silence hung over them as neither of them knew what to say after what had happened earlier.

Bakugo just kept walking, making his way home. And the redhead followed obediently like a dog. Keeping pace and smiling happily.

Eventually they got to Bakugo's house and he stopped. Kirishima's smile faded when he realised it was time for them to part again.

"Bye Bakugo." Kirishima said quietly. Bakugo nodded and made his way into the house.

"Oi shitty hair." He called after the redhead. "I hadn't hated it."

And with that parting word the door slammed shut between them both.