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…Silence

Lacus Solitudinis

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Summary:

Gepard had made peace with having no soulmate. In the familiar order of 00:000:00:00:00 (years, days, hours, minutes, seconds), Gepard saw marks ticking around him every day of the warming spring. Rolled-up shirts worn on too-hot days led to many exposed wrists. Romantic indications on the left, platonic on the right for those right-handed, and the inverse for those who worked with their left. He barely registered them anymore because he had no want left in him, no yearning. A soulmate was simply not in the cards for him as someone born without a timer.

So, here he sat in the pottery shop five blocks from his city apartment when he overheard a conversation that changed the course of his life.

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pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Female Reader

length: 4,000 of 15,000 words | 4th of 4 chapters

summary: Ghosts aren’t real. At least, that’s what you tell yourself when the spirit of pro hero Dynamight suddenly starts haunting your apartment.

(A Halloween adventure, in which your cooking is criticized, your showers are rudely interrupted, and you must work together with Bakugou Katsuki to figure out if his disappearance is a trick–or a treat.)

tags/warnings: romance, Halloween, snarking, (not actual) character death, aged up characters, smut

The next thing you were aware of was a hard body curled over yours.

There was a ringing in your ears, and a muffled noise beyond it, like someone was shouting through cotton.

“–rat. Oi, brat!” someone was shouting, from what sounded like very close by. “Brat, you’re fine, open your eyes.”

The body over you shifted, and your eyes snapped open, only to come face-to-face with pro hero Deku. Over his shoulder, you could just see the ghostly figure of Bakugou, looking angry and concerned all at once.

Deku had apparently grabbed you and leapt to the opposite end of the hall, covering you as the other end of the corridor crumbled, debris pinging off the walls around you. Grey powder choked the hall, dredging up all-to-familiar memories of your own workplace caving in—

A pair of fingers snapped in front of your face, Bakugou’s own face poking around Deku’s shoulder. “Breathe, brat, you’re gonna be fine.”

You sucked in a breath obediently, and Deku’s eyes searched over you. “Are you alright?” he asked.

You nodded, and he shifted off of you, turning to the opposite end of the hall. “Keep behind me, okay? Something’s coming.”

No sooner had he said it than several bodies climbed out of the hole that had been blown into the side of the building, masked men in varying levels of tac gear and hero uniforms you did not recognize. Deku dropped into a fighting stance, blackwhip flickering to life at his arm. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“Get back against the wall, in the corner,” Bakugou said. “The nerd will get this.”

You turned to look at him, eyes sweeping over his handsome face. He looked seriously concerned, sending your heartbeat tripping all over itself. He was leaning into you, like he meant to curl over you himself, which reminded you all over again why he couldn’t, and why you were here in the first place.

“Your room,” you said, your voice a little strangled. Deku’s jump had put you right at the end of the hall, directly in range of Bakugou’s hospital room.

Bakugou said something, but you didn’t hear him, too focused on heading straight for his room. You shouldered open the door, relieved to see the room was still in order, untouched by the explosion, except for a small puddle of water on the floor, where a plastic cup of water had apparently overturned itself off a side table.

You froze at the sight of the figure laying still in the hospital bed. It was unmistakably Bakugou, ashy blonde hair sticking up in wild tufts, long eyelashes resting against the tops of those ridiculously high cheekbones. His soft mouth, always curled meanly when he was awake, was slack in sleep. He looked ridiculously pretty, despite the plethora of tubes sticking out of him. Your heart throbbed in agony for him, for the soft, helpless version of this man who lay before you.