Up in Smoke (Soulmate AU)

Cake.

Deep down he knew it was a pretty selfish way of thinking.

That even if she wasn't his, she was still his. He was still hers and they still belonged to each other. Their wrists, at least, said so.

Sure he may have resented the feelings she gave him, but she still made him feel something. Something that... I don't know... he may have wanted to feel more of in the future.

Something that I could make her feel one day too.

He winced at the thought.

This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid. Why the fuck should he care about some stupid chick that didn't want his stupid ass.

God, was he stupid.

So fucking- He was losing sleep! Laying awake since the day they met, his head so full of regret that it was leaking out of his ears. "Maybe I should have-" Shut up. "But if I wouldn't have-" Shut up. "If only I had-" Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

He didn't want to care so much but he did.

You think he wanted to notice the little gasps she'd take whenever Sensei asked her a question in class? Because he fucking didn't!

You think he wanted to remember the exact formation in which she set up her desk every morning? "Pencils first, papers second." Because he fucking didn't!

You think he wanted to ingrain every little glare, every tilt of her head, every inch of smoke that rose in her hair whenever he walked past (Which he found very fucking adorable!) Into his skull so it could keep him up at night later? Because he fucking did not!

And it was torture. Every bit of it.

But worse - worse was the realization that he kinda liked that shit. That some sick little part of himself would honestly rather die than imagine a life without it~ without her. And if he were being honest with himself; he didn't even know how he got to this point without it.

But let's face it, when was he ever being honest with himself?

The little squeal she let out had his head turning fast enough to crack the tendons in his neck.

"Oh! Oh god! I'm so sorry!" The little shit stain panicked above her.

He didn't know what pissed him off first. The fact that he was breathing the same air as her? Or the realization that those wet splotches on her chest and shoulders (He kicked himself for immediately noticing the pink lace underneath) were likely because this walking fucking condom failure just poured the entirety of his milk box on his fucking soulmate.

His quirk nearly melted his side of the table as he watched the green fuck drag her out of the lunchroom.

Kirishima cleared his throat, meeting Bakugou's glare with an amused glimmer. He had been having a field day since he found out. Almost finding a sick thrill in watching his friend suffer.

"It's love, man."

"Eat shit."

Growling as he stood up, he bumped into his red-haired friend as the boy chuckled at his (jealousy) anger.

He sighed as he left the lunchroom onto the hallways. They were gone already.

Now, where the fuck did they go?