jerk.
because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.
a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
part two.
Youâve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A.Â
When heâd bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; âmove it, extra, or iâll make youâ â and youâd known then because those were the words written across you hip since youâd turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.
Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and youâd grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate youâd been given didnât say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.
And in yours youâd been called an extra.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Youâve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadnât before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didnât want a single thing to do with your soulmate.
Not ever.
That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; youâd make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding.Â
When theyâre spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like thereâs actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like youâd done some horrible thing to deserve his anger⌠you understand then that they werenât teasing and they arenât a misunderstanding. Theyâre cruel and theyâre mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.
So you make it your goal that he never finds out youâre his soulmate in return.
You avoid him. Desperately. Youâre barely a person in his own head so it isnât all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didnât. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building.Â
You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didnât speak to him and heâd never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and youâre sure he doesnât even know what your name is.
Or that you really even exist.
And youâre happy with that.
Content.
Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.
And it was best he just never even knew.
He was so focused on becoming number one, youâre not sure he even cares about finding his.Â
Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.
-
âY/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.â
You freeze at Aizawa-senseiâs words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. Heâs already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; itâs clear heâs assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if heâs ever seen you before.
It wouldnât surprise you if he was.
Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, youâve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.
One on one though? That was going to be harder.
Way harder.
âGood luck,â Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like sheâd gotten Jirou. Lucky.Â
Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you canât just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize heâs not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.
Jerk.
When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since youâre certainly not going to speak first, thereâs a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; âready?â
You nod and he isnât confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. Youâre not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely donât mesh well together and itâs clear Bakugou is stronger, but youâre able to hold up well enough on your own.
You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.
And a little payback for being such an ass.
Then, when the class is over and youâve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, youâre surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugouâs as he stares down at you. Heâs not smiling and he doesnât look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.
âGood job.â
The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing youâve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasnât gruff or aggressive like it normally isâit was⌠soft, almost? Maybe not soft but⌠normal. Just⌠calm.
Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then youâre pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.
-
After that, Bakugou doesnât seem to leave you alone.
Heâs everywhere.
And not everywhere in the way he had been before. Heâs not there in passing or just across the room from you, heâs asking to train with you or deliberately making sure heâs the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.
Heâs constantly there.
Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. Heâs always looking at you, making sure you know he knows youâre there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugouâs attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.
Of course, they donât know Bakugouâs your soulmate so they donât really get the scope of your panic. And itâs not that you donât trust them, especially after all youâd been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.
But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you werenât.
You were promptly fucked.
You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before youâre cornered by Bakugou.
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â
Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean.Â
A quick glance around tells you thereâs no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since youâd snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.
So yeah, you were screwed.
Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.
âDo you think I donât know why you wonât speak to me?â
Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like theyâre piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.
He takes another step forward and suddenly heâs inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.
âIt wasnât hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,â Bakugou continues. âEspecially when I started to realize youâve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? Itâs not hard to figure out.â
You halt, freezing, waiting for the wordsâ
âYouâre my soulmate.â
You refuse to look at him. You wonât look at him.Â
Maybe if you just ignore him, heâll go away. Heâll just⌠leave. He doesnât like being ignored, that much youâve gathered and so if you just refuse toâ
Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and heâs way too close. âHey,â he huffs, âlook at me.â
You donât listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, heâll get what he wants. And youâre not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until heâs bored and then you can thinkâfigure this out because surelyâ
âY/L/N,â he calls and youâre surprised he even knows your name, âlook at me. Hey. Iâm right, arenât I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.â You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. âFucks sake. Iâm not leaving until you say something so you might as wellââ
ââIâm not saying anything to you because youâre a jerk!â
Well, that certainly couldâve gone better.
The words leave your lips before you even realize youâve said them. The second youâre done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugouâs, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.
But, a second later, instead of being angry like youâd expected, Bakugou starts⌠laughing.
Youâre not sure youâve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and itâs so unlike anything youâve ever heard from him youâre stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.
As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.
âIâve been waiting to hear those words for years,â he starts, still smilingâactually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. âWasnât sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.â
Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. âIâI⌠You jerk!â
âI think weâve established that already, babe.â
You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasnât for the way your heart races at the sound, youâre sure your stupefied mind wouldnât have caught it because seriously, what the hell?
âYou⌠this is exactly why I didnât want to say anything!â You cry out, not sure if youâre defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? âYouâre insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.â
Bakugou just snorts. âWhat are your words?â He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. âMustâve been bad if you had to avoid me.â
Youâre surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. ââMove it, extra, or Iâll make youâ,â you mumble, fiddling with your hands. âYou said it the first day we started here at U.A.â
âShit,â Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. âSo youâve been avoiding me for months?â
Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.
He shifts. âL-Listen⌠uh, sorry about⌠about cornering you like this.â
Blinking, you tilt your head up. Youâre shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks.Â
âI just needed to know,â he finishes explaining. âAnd Iâm sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesnât deserve that crap but I canât take it back, so Iâll just make sure I make up for it.â
Youâre positive now that youâre hallucinating this whole thing.
âWhat?â
He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.
âWell, I mean, as we get to know each other,â he says, like itâs obvious. âIâm shit with words but Iâll try for you. I'm good with showing though,â and he looks a little too pleased with himself.
But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. âYouâŚâ and you hesitate, not sure if youâre hearing this correctly. âYou want to get to know me?â
And he looks at you like youâre dumb.
âDuh,â he shrugs, âyouâre my soulmate.â
âWhat about being number one?â
âWhat about it?â he argues, shaking his head. âThatâll still happen. You think I canât do that while also dating you?â
Your eyes widen; âdating?â
âYeah,â he says, again like youâre dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. âYouâre my soulmate. Of course weâre going to date.â
âI barely know you!â
âThatâs why weâll get to know each other.â
You just stare up at him.
âYou really are insufferable,â is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you donât pull away from his touch and even if youâre not fully aware of it, youâre pretty sure you end up leaning into him.
âYouâll learn to love it,â he shrugs, still grinning. âNow, letâs go back to training. We need to work on your defense.â
Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. âHey!â
âWhat,â he shrugs down at you. âItâs true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.â
You canât find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really donât mind.
If anything, you actually like it.
Fuckâhe really is a jerk.
