I could love you with my eyes closed

He adds the Spotify songs you post to a playlist.

YES you see the vision!!!

From your swimsuit selfies to a casual Friday at the office, nothing is off limits. You’re just to pretty that he can’t stop himself from stroking his cock to your feed.

He adds the Spotify songs you post to a playlist.

“My beautiful girlfriend Jinwoo.”

“That don’t count, you do that anyway.”

“BERU—“

He adds the Spotify songs you post to a playlist.

Bakugou who finds his red string of fate attached to you, but you don't see your own string.

He sees you at his usual coffee shop. Sitting at a table, phone in hand. He wants to walk up to you and say something, maybe introduce himself. Surely you will see he's meant for you. Ain't love and fate and soulmates supposed to be like that, or somethin'?

You're at the coffee shop nearly every day now, sitting in the same booth, the same person grabbing your drink for you, kissing you on the top of the head. If he doesn't see you at the coffee shop, he sees you while he's on patrol: strolling hand-in-hand with your significant other, sharing a kiss outside of what he knows must be your apartment... So rarely are you alone.

When he finally sets eyes on you again, he feels relief… then immediate worry. You must be sick with the way your head hangs down, your usual style subdued. He stands behind you in line to get a coffee and when you go to sit down, he can spy the dark circles under your eyes.

Where the hell is your partner? They should be here getting your coffee and taking care of you. Hell, he wouldn’t have let you out of the bed in the state that you seem to be in. You don’t sit at your usual table either when your order is called; you just take the to-go cup and leave.

Weeks pass. You leave your apartment alone. You come home alone. You get your coffee alone. He’s had it with your shitty significant other. It doesn’t take much to find them. When he does, they’re strolling arm in arm with someone else.

“S’on me.” He leaves no room for argument as he gives the barista his own order to add to the one you just placed. You hesitantly let it go and find a seat. Not in the usual booth you occupied with your ex. That’s okay though. He’ll replace those bitter memories in time.

He brings your order over and sets it down in front of you. To your surprise, he takes the seat across from you. Maybe you’ll realize this was no random act of kindness. ‘Cause it’s not. He’s not letting you slip away.

He glances down at the red string tied around his left ring finger and traces it to yours. If not for the string, he may not have found you, but it sure as fuck is not gonna be what makes you fall in with love him.

That starts here.