Simple kiribaku soulmates au to start! the classic writing on one person appears on the other.

Fate. Destiny. All those ideas are fucking stupid. there's only one thing of that sort that stuck with Bakugou, soulmates. If he had no proof he wouldn't believe in them either but when he learned about the strange magic, it filled him with an odd sense of hope. Someone out there, no matter how much of an asshole he was, was destined to love him. And likewise, someone in Japan hopefully, was someone who was strong and loyal and tough enough to earn his love in return.

But that's not important right now, Bakugou is on his way to UA high school to finally start his hero training, rise up the ranks and become the number one hero.

'I wonder what they look like? What's their favourite food? Are they a boy or a girl? actually I couldn't give a shit.' Katsuki thought as an extra with weird hands yelled at him about desks or somethin'. He'll put his feet where ever the fuck he wants. Oh great, shitty dekus here, careful classmates! He'll stub his toe and drown us in his pathetic tears!

Saying this in his head made him a little less pissed at least.

As class began Bakugou wasn't listening. Couldn't care less really, seemed like his soulmate was having similar issues by the doodles appearing on the back of his left arm, slightly covering the conversation they had had the night before. They didn't say the important things like everyone else does. Instead of just saying their names and addresses, they decided to leave it up to fate or whatever. This lead to a few 'are you this person' s every now and again but that was a little entertaining. They haven't met yet. Soon hopefully, but not yet.

At this point Katsuki was so bored he pulled out his own pen and decided to ask one of his questions from earlier...

'what colours your hair?'

It only took a few seconds for the response to show up next to a previous shark doodle,

'black, dyed red!'

That tracked. They only ever wrote in red. Just as the blonde was about to throw his pen back in his pocket the feeling of writing started once again. Soulmate must have run out of room seeing as this appeared on his right arm in much worse handwriting,

'I know we said we wouldn't ask but...are you a dude or girl?'

Well. This will be a step forwards, todays the day then.

'dude last time I checked. What about you mystery...person'

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...this is taking them a long time, has he stepped a line? No, they asked first. So why aren't they responding?

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Its been 2 weeks and Kirishima doesn't know what to do.

Bakugou Katsuki is definitely his soulmate. On the first day of school he couldn't tell if he was crazy or if his very handsome, very impressive, very scary classmate was answering his questions.

He wasn't crazy.

Now he's stuck, he's almost friends with the angry blonde but not quite. But just friendly enough to be apprehensive about telling him how he felt. Today was important though. Sitting on his bed after coming home after the USJ attack Kirishima picked up his favourite red pen and rolled up his sleeve. The faded words of confusion from Bakugou looked back at him.

'whats wrong?

Oi dickhead!

You didn't answer my question.

Are you okay?

I swear to all might if your dead ill kill you'

It was time to break his silence. Taking a deep breath he wrote a simple 4 word question he already knew the answer to.

'are you Bakugou Katsuki?'

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That was it. Katsuki was done. His soulmate knew him. He had been attacked by a group of villans on his first school trip. His teacher almost died. And now after 2 weeks he only got 4 words from this asshole. Not on his fucking watch. He grabbed his old shitty art supplies from under his bed and a pen and gave 4 words back.

'be at school tomorrow'

He was going to write more but had apparently melted his pen subconsciously. Fuck it.

He stormed past the old hags room and into the bathroom.

Good luck hiding now you bastard.

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As Kirishima ran to school with toast in hand, late as usual, he couldn't figure out why everyone was looking as him.

"sorry sensei" he yelled, taking his seat. Aizawa in his mummy attire was already snoring in his caterpillar sleeping bag though.

"pst...pst kirishima" mina whispered, getting his attention.

"whats up?" he asked innocently.

"uuummm 2 things come to mind dude" Kaminari chimed in, turning halfway in his seat.

"1, why is bakugou staring at you like that" mina continued. OH SHIT! Kirishima had completely forgotten about the conversation the night before! Sure enough when he met bakugous gaze there was something...happening behind his eyes. Shock, realization, confusion, joy, anger and deep thought mixed into a terrifying far away, glazed look. It sent chills down kiri's spine. He couldn't know...could he?

"then there's that-" kaminari poked kirishimas forehead, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"what?" eijirou asked, quickly being hit with a compact mirror from mina. He opened it and soon he had all the answers he needed. He had woken up late, throwing on his uniform and racing downstairs with a bandana In hand- he didn't have time for his usual spikes. That was the issue. He hadn't seen it in the mirror. There in red...paint? Was a large 'idiot!'.

"sir, may I be excused?" kirishima asked, taking the low grunt as a yes. Just as he got to the doorway, he turned back to then blonde with a look that clearly said 'we need to talk.'

The message was received as Bakugou got up and followed, not even asking for permission.

Once they were both down the hallway a little silence fell like a brick.

Both had so much to say.

Neither spoke.

Eventually kirishima manned up enough to carefully, as if disarming a bomb, move the blonde spikes from in front of katsukis forehead.

Idiot!

Not knowing what else to do, eijirou carefully placed their painted foreheads together. Eye contact didn't break. Nor did the silence. Peace and anxiety in harmony.

Nobody would be able to tell who moved first, but it didn't matter. As they kissed a light feeling spread through their arms, startling them enough to pull away.

Layered on both their arms were every word, letter and line they had ever written. The years of messages almost seemed to glow as they slowly faded once again.

"...wow" kirishima let out in amazement, still looking over his arms.

"wow." Bakugou repeated looking straight at his soulmate.

Fate. Destiney. That's all bullshit but eijirou kirishima. He was his soulmate.

...well, that was interesting. Its 03:43 and that was 1,154 words. I hope you enjoyed, see you next time.

gracexx