~MHA/BNHA Drabbles~

So(ul) Sorry...

This was the day. The day where he found out who his soulmate was.

Katsuki Bakugo never thought he'd be stressing out over who his soulmate would be. He'd never understood why people worried about it. It was just a name on your arm. It wouldn't destroy your life.

However, as the clock ticked on and it got closer to his 18th birthday, he panicked.

Now he had to worry. He didn't care before because he never really had friends. (Un)fortunately, a small group had wormed their way into his cold, rage filled heart. As he thought more about soulmates and his friends, a certain redhead came to mind.

Bakugo shifted in his seat. If anyone was to be his soulmate it would be Kirishima. He tried to reassure himself that it would be fine. Him and Kirishima were already close, if they were soulmates he'd feel comfortable telling him to "fuck off with the soulmate bullshit! It's not going to help me be number one!" The best thing is that Kirishima knows how he works so he wouldn't be offended in the slightest.  He'd probably even agree and everything would be normal. Nothing would change.

He ran through the other options in his mind. It wouldn't be Mina or Jiro. He was more than certain he was gay. Plus, he's pretty sure that they're gay too.

What about tape face? He mused over the thought for a little while. It wouldn't be the worst, he decided. The guy could be calm and he had one of the best senses of style. As a son of two fashion designers, that satisfied Bakugo immensely. It was one of the things that Tape face was surprisingly good at. Bakugo thought a little longer. He wouldn't be over the moon if it were Tape Face. Besides, he was pretty sure he was head over heels for someone else.

Dunce Face. The idiot. He hoped to god that he wasn't his soulmate. He was way too energetic. He had his moments but the annoyingness outweighed the good moments. Plus, Tape face would probably be devastated. No matter how annoying they could be, they were part of the squad. They were his friends, he couldn't destroy the dream meme team. He paused. Bakugo groaned as he realised he just used the stupid name Dunce face always uses.

His mind wandered to people outside his friend group. What if it was Deku? Or Icyhot? Bakugo growled as he gripped his duvet till his knuckles were white. There was no way in hell he'd let either of them be his soulmate. No fucking way. If either of them turned out to be his soulmate, he would gladly throw hands with whoever created this cursed soulmates idea.

He ran through other classmates in his mind. Then he heard it. The alarm he set on his phone buzzed. It was time. He took a breath. Why was he so nervous? He was Katsuki Bakugo for fucks sake! He's not scared! He's not weak like Deku! He took a breath and looked down at his forearm.

His eyes widened.

His breathe caught in his throat.

Whom the fuck is this?

He rubbed his eyes and looked back at his arm. No. He wasn't seeing things. There, written on his arm was the name of someone he'd never cared to pay attention to once.

Mashirao Ojiro.

Author's Note:
I'm not sure where this idea came from? Hope you enjoy reading it! Also, this wasn't proofread so if you see something wrong, let me know!