Hey Soulmate! [(Bakugo Katsuki) Two-Month Hiatus]

Chapter Fifty-five

Nothing, really. Just wanted to share a character design of mine on a Hawks fanfiction I'm working on. You'll get the male design next chapter. Happy reading!
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The funeral was.. interesting. But apparently, not enough to make her the least perky. The heroes and others' words of praise and gratefulness towards her father filled her with great pride. Especially when the number two hero spoke so highly of him. And that was saying something.

Hikari glanced at her wings and caressed her horn, and she sighed. She felt like it was forever since she came back to being an angel and instead, stayed as a fallen. It suited the black clothes she wore so she had no complaints and Luci was simply staying inside her, quietly grieving with her. He continuously talked with her, give her some company.

Many came of course, Hayase was a top hero, admired by many, and loved by all. Who wouldn't? He was one of the kindest heroes there ever was.

She stared at his peaceful face inside the casket with sorrowful eyes, but no tears came out. She forced herself to smile, but only managed to lift a corner of her lips slightly, not even close to a smile.

She promised.

She stared at the grave now, she tried to smile again. To no avail, the effort was useless.

She knelt between the two graves of her mother and her father, wrapping her wings around the stone tablets as she stared blankly at the gray sky. She felt thankful he was buried just beside his wife.

She thought of what would happen if he didn't come to help her, if she didn't even go help Bakugo, then came to realize.. he was still going to die anyway. And she would've ended up being in the same position as she is right now. Nothing would've changed, and she was flooded with sick relief. She didn't have to regret coming to save her soulmate from the villains.

A rough hand gently landed on her still black hair, and she stared blankly.

He was groomed black, as he should. His red eyes held sorrow, but not pity. He knows her pride was just as big as his, if not, just a tiny bit smaller. His blonde hair ruffled in the wind as he too, knelt down in front of her, joining her in her fit of silent misery. He did nothing but held her hand, never asking, never speaking, just.. there. And that was enough for her.

Quietly, she tugged him towards her, leaning her ear on his chest.

A heartbeat.

Another.

And another.

And so on and so forth.

He's here. He's right in front of her. She could still hear him. She could still pull him, hold him, embrace him.

He's still here.

That familiar warmth was still here.

Black tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffled. She clutched the fabric of his clothing tight and she showed no hint of letting go. She was afraid, obviously. She doesn't know if he'll be snatched out of her sight again, and she wanted to keep an eye on him. She had lost someone very important already, and she wasn't risking another chance of that happening again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out were hiccups and choked sobs.

He never was one for comfort, but seeing her so broken and so small all the while her wings hugged the stoned of her parents, she looked too vulnerable. She presented herself clearly to the world, showing them how much her grief and sorrow had been eating her up.