am i warm enough for you?Â
⪠tags ;; soulmate au, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst but mostly fluff, some-what canon compliant, bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings, lots of Feelingsâ˘, you guys are adults but the end of the fic but the fic is sfw, alcohol, drunk confessionsÂ
⪠plot summary ;; you see your soulmate in dreams - sometimes in bits and pieces and other times in full. bakugo is less than inclined to admit he even has a soulmate - and you learn how to cope with it, one day at a time.Â
bakugo learns that this soulmate shit is no joke. that has to be why he keeps falling for you so helplessly.Â
⪠a/n ;; i wasnât even gonna comeback this early but it felt so wrong not to post on my bfs birthday so alas </3 for anyone who cares to know this is @elysianseraph but with my new url. nice to see u all <3Â
A cloud of smoke settles over your body, permeating your lung. It smells like sugar, like burning, like smoke and a little like leather. You can feel your toes curl and your hands moving but your body is separate from you in a way you canât describe. Itâs a pleasant kind of warmth that spreads, creeping up from behind your neck till itâs soft and cradling your skull. Itâs soft like the touch of a mother, like wool over your ears.
Itâs a pleasant feeling, thatâs all. Almost cozy but thereâs a fading sense of distress that chills in your lungs as you encompass it. Your hands are too small to reach forward, and truthfully the sensation is so powerful that youâre afraid to reach out. Youâre 6 years old, so all you know is how it makes you feel. You canât remember many details, but you feel pleasant. Something about it is soft, but thereâs a sharp edge right at the end that has your lungs gasping for air.Â
Itâs a flash of colors. Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red. Orange. Red.Â
And then it fades into a feeling again. A blurry feeling. You feel conflict, then concern, then inadequacy in heavy waves almost like itâs drowning you. Itâs the first time youâve experienced such a pain, so your wailing and wiping tears away with chubby fingers and saying a name you donât know and canât remember.Â
Ka. You know the sound, Ka. But you donât know of anything more. It repeats rhythmically in your mind like a knock on the door, rapping with urgency - but it doesnât do anything to jog your memory. Someone is trying to be let in but you donât know how to answer them, and youâre still crying. The distress, the inadequacy shakes you and all you feel is frustration in short simple bursts.Â
Your first encounter with your soulmate is written this way in your memory. A sense of urgency laced with frustration - but theyâre not towards you. Itâs him, his feelings - you can feel them even deeper then he can. They pierce you in a way that makes it hard to breathe, no matter how you try to escape them itâs an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. The only way to escape the feelings of a dream is either to control them, or to face them and swim through the fog.Â
Soulmates have an urgency to them, in general. His is different, you can tell as much. Your first soulmate dream leaves the heaviest impression and each one thereafter is like pieces of a puzzle.
 Sometimes you simply share random dreams, like a split screen in a video game - the two of you witness different parts of the same dreamverse. Other times, and honestly - most times, youâre experiencing their emotions or feelings. You experience their core memories, their life, in flashes and bits and pieces.Â
Itâs not enough to know them or who they are, itâs like know everything about them except the things that matter
Sometimes you meet too. Just barely.
