meant to be. (KiriBaku/Bakushima Soulmate AU)

7

Major Time-Skip

Kirishima

(A/N: i don't understand my chronology, but like this is AFTER the sports festival.) (Yeah, don't ask questions because I don't know either lol)

"Bakugou. Bakugou. Bakugou!"

He got ready for school, he put his uniform on and everything. Kirishima's been standing in front of Bakugou's door since the moment he got out of his room, which was 20 minutes ago. Bakugou hadn't told him to wake him up, but Kirishima heard that he didn't want to set a 'stupid alarm', so Kirishima officially tasked himself with being a substitute 'stupid alarm' for the rest of his life.

Kirishima would not hesitate to buy Bakugou everything if it would get him to visit his room. Okay, it was because Bakugou was guilty and that meant Kirishima liked to guilt-trip him—but!

Yeah, he couldn't think of anything. Kirishima just liked spending time with Bakugou. Maybe it was because Bakugou was the first person he talked to.

"Bakugouuuuu—"

Kirishima heard a faint knock on the wall somewhere. "Shut up, Shitty Hair..." a soft voice said.

"Oh, you're awake!" Kirishima cheered. His job was done. "I had to wake you up. You told me you didn't wanna use an alarm, right?"

"Hm? Mm."

"I'm guessing you're asleep again," Kirishima sighed. He knocked the door again. "Bakugou."

No answer.

Kirishima knocked it harder this time. "Katsuki."

"What?" Bakugou complained.

"You gotta wake up, Iida will scold you."

"Who's Iida?"

He sighed inwardly. "Uh..." He thought about what Bakugou called Iida, considering Bakugou didn't know anyone's real name. "Glasses?"

"Ugh, I don't fucking care about what he thinks."

"It's not about what he thinks, it's about what he'll do."

"What the fuck were we talking about?"

Kirishima sighed for real this time. "Open the door."

He heard an exaggerated grumble, then someone fumbling with the door. "How the hell did I even lock the door..." 5 seconds later, the door opened.

"Hey!" greeted Kirishima, waving.

Bakugou's hair was extremely messy, but Kirishima guessed it would get back to normal once he let it stay for a while. Bakugou didn't look like he would comb his hair. He wore a jacket—this one was just plain, without any prints that indicated it was pro hero merchandise. The jacket was crumpled, so Kirishima guessed Bakugou wore it through the night. Did Bakugou just wear jackets 24/7?

"I fuckin hate you an your stupid voice," muttered Bakugou, words slurred.

"Uh, okay?" Kirishima replied.

Bakugou's eyes were half-closed, he was leaning on the wall and he had his left arm hugging himself.

"Are you cold?" Kirishima asked, gesturing to the arm.

"A bit."

"You're wearing a jacket, you know."

"So?"

"Jackets generally keep people warm."

"Fuck off, you're not my mother," Bakugou muttered.

Kirishima laughed, ruffling Bakugou's hair, to which Bakugou blinked as if he couldn't comprehend the action. "C'mon, go get ready. You're awake now, right?"