Soulmates. You didn't think yours would love you because of your villainous quirk....because your mother definitely didn't. So when you find out he's a villain you feel that you must be destined to be one yourself. But that won't stop you from still going to UA and training harder as a hero. But even with you being a hero in training, your soulmate decides he's waited this long for you, so he isn't going to let you go. He'll try and make you fall for him even if it feels one sided. So how will love bloom with you both being stubborn people and not knowing how to handle everything? __Notes__ ⚠️THIS IS A STORY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES! 18+ ⚠️ ♡Reader is female ♡Reader is a third year and 19 years old ♡love rival {Katsuki Bakugou} ♡Dabi is 24 in this (5 year age gap) ♡MANGA SPOILERS ♡Might seem kinda OC-ish because....well he's Dabi {I DO NOT OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA, ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, OR ART UNLESS I SAY SO! I ONLY OWN THE STORY AND PLOT!}

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣?" "..𝐌𝐡𝐦.." "𝙏𝙘𝙝.. 𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧." ---- In their third year at U.A., everything is supposed to be loud-explosions, training, expectations, futures rushing toward them at full speed. But for Bakugo Katsuki and you, love settles in quietly. Your quirk, Sonic Blast, burns through body heat as fuel-leaving you exhausted, buzzing, or cold when you push too far. Bakugo doesn't like being touched. He never has. But somehow, somewhere between late-night training sessions, accidental hand-holding, and slow, careful trust, he becomes your safest source of warmth. You don't kiss right away. You don't rush. You learn each other instead. What starts as a practical solution becomes a routine. What becomes a routine turns into something neither of you is willing to give up. And when graduation looms, when dorm doors close and futures split open wide, Bakugo makes a choice-quiet, impulsive, terrifying in its honesty. He doesn't know what comes next. But he knows he wants you there. 🥇 Bakugo 04/01/26 🥇 Bakugou 05/01/26 🥇 Bnha 07/01/26

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲" "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩.. 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤" ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ At twenty-seven, (Y/N) is done. Done with doubles. Done with understaffed night shifts. Done with scrubbing questionable substances off hospital walls. Her quirk-Chiropractor, the ability to relieve pain and tension with a touch-might make her a miracle worker, but it can't save her from burnout. She's exhausted, sarcastic, and one cracked vertebra away from quitting healthcare entirely. Then life throws her the world's most explosive curveball: She moves into the house right next door to Bakugo Katsuki-now the No. 5 Pro Hero, fully grown, annoyingly gorgeous, and carrying a secret guilt he's tried to bury for years. They haven't seen each other since their early twenties. Since that night. Their reckless, drunken, unforgettable one-night stand. To her? It was hot, wild, and not worth a shred of regret. To him? It was a mistake-not because of her, but because he thinks he didn't treat her right. Didn't ask her out. Didn't make it special. Didn't deserve it. And now that she's back in his life, his guilt turns into something unexpected: Homemade bentos. Left on her doorstep. Every morning. Like an apology he can't stop giving. But as her terrible shifts pile up, her quirk starts easing his old injuries, and their tense doorstep conversations turn into something dangerously warm, one thing becomes clear: This isn't about regret anymore. It's about healing-his body, her burnout, their past. And maybe, if the universe doesn't interfere first... something worth fighting for.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰.." ---- When the elusive vigilante known as Ephemeral crosses paths with the explosive hero Dynamight, neither expects their worlds to collide in a whirlwind of danger, secrets, and unexpected connection. By day, (Y/N) is a skilled operative with a past she's desperate to leave behind. By night, she's a phantom thief-turned-hero-in-training, navigating the murky line between justice and survival. Bakugo, ever the brash, relentless hero, finds himself drawn into her world-first as a partner in missions, then as something far more personal. As threats mount-from the shadowy PSIA to deadly villains with quirk-altering powers-the two must rely on more than strategy and strength. Trust, honesty, and raw emotion become their most powerful weapons. Between tense investigations, adrenaline-fueled battles, and stolen moments of domestic life, sparks fly, walls fall, and hearts collide.