bnha scenarios

bakugo katsuki | ⛈

prompt: with her last breaths, she wishes her love nothing but the best. soulmate au; vivid hues.
category: angst
character: bakuhoe thotsuki
word count: 657

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EVERYTHING FELT HOT; her hair, her arms, even underneath her fingernails. Everything felt suffocating and warm, as if someone had trapped her in an oven. Slowly, her eyes flickered open, her surroundings seeming blurry at first before she blinked a few times, gaze adjusting at her current situation.

Here she was, flames licking at the tips of her skin as smoke hovered around her. A screech caught her attention, eyes flitting to a hesitant female on the side of the car. "Oh my gosh, ma'am, are you okay?!" It took all of her to not make a sarcastic remark; a habit that she'd built up from Bakugo.

Y/n bit her tongue and croaked, "Give me your phone." She would've asked for her own, but her purse was enflamed. The girl looked at her worriedly, slowly reaching into her back pocket as Y/n squeezed her eyes shut. "I won't survive. There's something pinning me." Indeed, she wasn't lying. 

It was hard to tell from the flames and the smoke, but there was a piece of metal impaling her abdomen and hooking her into her seat. The girl bit her tongue, tears welling up in her eyes as she realized she couldn't do anything else, glancing back at others that were calling emergency services. She grabbed her phone, tossing it to the injured lady.

Y/n gave her a grateful smile, tasting the blood that had dried around her lips, probably streaming down from the throbbing wound in her forehead. Y/n's eyes squinted as she dialed the number, pressing the call button afterward. Bakugo wasn't the type to answer random numbers, but recently there'd been a lot of telemarketers, leading to him telling them to 'fuck off'.

So, there was no doubt in Y/n's mind that he'd pick up the phone.

Just as she guessed, a gruff voice answered. "Who the Hell is this?" She smiled at his voice, hiding the hiss of pain as flames licked at her jeans. "Hey, baby," Her voice cooed and he immediately quieted, sounding more confused. "Y/n? Why are you calling from a different number? Did you get a new phone?"

He sounded concerned, hearing something in the background. She laughed at his accusations, ignoring his worried tone. "No, I didn't. Listen to me for a second, Katsuki," For once, he shut up and seemed to follow her orders, brows furrowed. "Something happened, but I don't want you to worry. Don't blame yourself, okay?"

This time, Y/n couldn't hide her groan of agony. Bakugo's form tensed and his concern deepened, knowing that he couldn't get wherever she was in time. "Y/n? Y/n?" Some of his friends turned to look at him with confused looks, sharing glances as they occasionally turned their attention to their blond friend.

"None of this is your fault," She breathed, feeling her lungs tighten as the smoke clouded her vision. "I love you so, so much. And I want you to be happy in the future, okay? Don't dwell over this. You're going to grow to do so much bigger and brighter things and I'm so proud of you." Tears welled in her eyes as she could feel her breathing grow more constricted.

"I love you, I love you," Y/n repeated the statement like a mantra, his heart breaking as he heard sirens over the phone and more commotion. People were screaming and there was a static-like sound before the call cut out abruptly and he was left yelling into a dead phone. "Y/n? Y/n?" He kept asking, Kirishima and Kaminari approaching him while sharing confused looks.

Suddenly, Bakugo's eyes widened in horror as his heart dropped to his stomach, watching as the beautiful colors that had painted his vision for seven years disappeared in an instant.

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