BNHA Candy Shop(One Shots)

*Pop Rocks(KiriBaku)*

Mature(18+)
Contains smut
Top Kiri + Bakubottom
Soulmate AU - If Soulmate dies, the other stops aging. 

"Get out of here, kid. Before I call security."

I huff and roll my eyes at the bar keeper. This was the third time this week, but it was to be expected. Most people took one look at me and immediately thought I was a teen. I mean, I was, but my actual age was a bit different...

"Did you hear me, kid?"

Slamming my hands on the pristine, brown counter, I face the startled barkeeper. His wide, blue eyes slowly settled and changed into a glare of irritation. Good, we're in the same boat, I thought irritably. Knowing there was no way out of it, I pull out my drivers license and hand it to him.

"Soon I'll be sixty years old." I say with forced lightness.

The shock is clearly written on his face when he sees my date of birth. I was used to the shock, the sympathetic looks, but it never made it any easier. Usually, I'd hit this bar only on days when my friend, Sero, was working, but I guess I'd caught him on an off day.

Trembling fingers hand me back my license, which I quickly slip back into the crowded confines of my leather wallet.

"That good enough for ya?" I couldn't help the irritation that had slowly seeped into my tone. This man was still staring at me in shock and I just wanted a fucking beer.

"Can I have a beer!" I snap.

His entire body flinches away from my loud voice and he quickly stumbles to grab me what I wanted. The bartender's sporadic and clumsy movements reminded me of someone I knew long ago. No, don't think about it... When the beer got placed in front of me, I didn't wait for the cap to be popped off. I did that myself and chugged half the bottle down in one go.

He hovered around while I drank my beer. I stared at nothing in particular, lost in memories like I usually was. Though drinking could take the edge off, I could never not think about him. Who would be able to stop thinking about their deceased soulmate, especially if they were the cause?

Without being told, the man sets another bottle next to my nearly empty one and goes back to wiping down the counters. I watch him work, taking in his soft features. He had blonde hair, slightly darker than my own, and a small build that made him look tiny and fragile. His every move was hesitant, like he wasn't sure he was doing it right.

"You know," he started without turning from his task. "you aren't the only one to have lost them. If you want to ta—"

"With you? Not a chance." I said a little ruder than necessary, but he didn't look all that offended. In fact, he looked like he had expected as much.

"Not me. Him, over there." The bartender inclined his head to a person near the other end of the bar.

It was an average-sized bar, with tables placed calculatedly around the room and a dance floor in the middle. Martha's was a well-known bar in this town, so it was surprising to see it so vacant. Other than a couple slow-dancing on the dance floor, it was just me, the bartender, and the stranger.

"Why?" I inquired.

A look of genuine pain crossed the bartender's face when he looked over at the slouched red-head before he turned back to me with a barely-suppressed frown. There was sympathy in his eyes, but there was also something else. It looked a lot like gratitude.

"He lost his soulmate years ago. The poor guy comes here almost every night..." 

I found myself looking closer at the male across the room once the bartender's words sunk in. He was just like me... We'd both lost our soulmates and are now forced to wear that out in front of everyone. If someone's soulmate dies, the other stops aging, which is why I still look like a high schooler.