Up in Smoke (Soulmate AU)

The Story of a Carton of Milk.

Maybe it was because he reminded her too much of her father.

Because his need for control could easily be the same shade of purple. Lily pads on her skin that stung even as they faded. She saw that in the way his fingers curled around her wrist. She needed no more of it.

Apart of her wished she hadn't been so cruel at least. The welts on his fingers had scarred and she wanted to apologize for that. That wasn't her, she wasn't him. And she wished she could make that clear.

But every time she mustered up the courage something would stop her.

Bakugou Katsuki. The boy chained to his winning pedestal.

How could she be so unfortunate?

She remembered how much his muzzle matched her father's. The T.V. screen a reminder of the glass that separated them both during their yearly visits. She didn't like the feeling she got in her tummy whenever she'd hear him yell, it was all too familiar. He was gone and she was better.

He wasn't gonna make her relive him.

"Helloo? Earth to (Y/N)? Anybody home?" Hagakure's voice pulled her out of a daze.

Her cheeks burned a bit as her eyes met her acquaintance's uniform. The entirety of the table eyeing her as if she had grown a second head."Oh, I'm sorry. I must have zoned out. Were you saying something?"

"Uh yeah, church mouse." Ashido giggled as she poked at the girl's cheek. "We wanted to know what your deal was?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "My deal?"

"Ya' know? Like where'd you come from exactly? No one's ever really seen you around here so unless you want us to believe you just popped out of thin air-"

"Ashido. There are much nicer ways to go about saying things." Yaoyorozu chastised her. "What she means is that we'd all like to know how a girl as pleasant as you found yourself at Yūei?" She smiled gently. "Where did you come from? What pushed you to become a hero? If you don't mind us asking of course."

"Oh um.." (Y/N) hesitated, the collar of her uniform suddenly tighter than she had left it.

There was a correct answer to this somewhere in her head, she knew that. It felt like hours she spent practicing it in the mirror. Repeating it to herself. Before bed but always after the lights went out: I'm a hero because... I'm here because.... Fuck! What was it?!

"I'm-"

Splash!

The sudden cold that spilled down her shoulders was enough to make her squeal involuntarily.

"Oh! Oh god! I'm so sorry!" Midoriya, I think it was, exclaimed from behind her.

Before she could acknowledge him (Or the crimson pair of daggers drilling holes into the poor boy's skull) She was nearly lifted from her spot at the table. Midoriya's voice following behind his head as he dragged her out of the lunchroom. "I-I'll help you get cleaned up. Come on!"