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You’re always holding up such a sophisticated and elegant appearance as his personal assistant; your eyes focused, your frame confident and your tongue polite and professional with a touch of dignified zest, befitting a woman of your occupation and standing. You have the job because you are capable, punctual, reliable and hard working - you do your assigned tasks exceptionally well. But to see you reduced to shy glances, an acquiescent frame and clement articulations has the proud hero on his knees and ready to service you in every which way. It’s what you deserve, after all, as his beautiful, beautiful soulmate. 

You’re always holding up such a sophisticated and elegant appearance as his personal assistant; your eyes focused, your frame confident and your tongue polite and professional with a touch of dignified zest, befitting a woman of your occupation and standing. You have the job because you are capable, punctual, reliable and hard working - you do your assigned tasks exceptionally well. But to see you reduced to shy glances, an acquiescent frame and clement articulations has the proud hero on his knees and ready to service you in every which way. It’s what you deserve, after all, as his beautiful, beautiful soulmate. 

You’re always holding up such a sophisticated and elegant appearance as his personal assistant; your eyes focused, your frame confident and your tongue polite and professional with a touch of dignified zest, befitting a woman of your occupation and standing. You have the job because you are capable, punctual, reliable and hard working - you do your assigned tasks exceptionally well. But to see you reduced to shy glances, an acquiescent frame and clement articulations has the proud hero on his knees and ready to service you in every which way. It’s what you deserve, after all, as his beautiful, beautiful soulmate. 

Bakugou almost laughs at himself for being such a hypocrite; he’s always the first to berate his other soulmates for smothering you with affection and using you as a distraction from work. And yet…here he is, distracting you and himself during the work day. Defeated, Bakugou finally lets his head fall back and breathes out a chuckle indicative of his trounce. 

“Alright, you can go…” smiling up at him in thanks, you move to get off his lap but are stopped by the slight squeeze of his hands, “but first, gimme those lips,” he doesn’t give you a moment to respond before he’s confining your lips to a passion-filled kiss. It wasn’t just one kiss he took from you, he took several, growing hungrier and hungrier after each one until he finally let you go with a proud grin. You hurry to the door and wish him well on his own workload, too embarrassed to meet his gaze as you close the door behind you. 

If you had even an ounce of courage to catch a glance of him before exiting his office, you would’ve seen him licking his lips and wiping your smudged lipstick from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A satisfied smirk contours the line of his lips as he examines the pretty colour on his thumb and kisses it with a hum of fulfilment. 

You always taste so sweet… 

He’s typically not a fan of sugar but the sugar on your lips is something he’ll always hunger for. 

Making it out of Bakugou’s office, you immediately pull out your pocket mirror and check your appearance. Smudged lipstick. You click your tongue but smile and go about reapplying your favourite colour when you make it back to your desk. Your hair needs fixing too and new ruffles on your work dress needs flattening but it’s easily manageable. Looking around, you’re safe from any prying eyes and sigh in relief before continuing to go about finally doing your work. 

You love your soulmates dearly and wish you could reciprocate their advances with just as much vigour but you care for their careers and public image too much; they’ve worked so hard to get this far, you can’t let them throw all that away just for you. 

At least nobody but you, Bakguou and a small handful of upper management individuals and Proheros actually enter the top floor of the Dynamight Agency so you’re pretty safe from any prying eyes or loose gossip. As long as you maintain your clean and professional appearance in front of your colleagues, you and Bakugou will be free of any scandalous rumours. 

Since uncovering your bond with the other five proheroes, you’ve since then successfully moved into their shared modern, luxury estate. It appears that there are gated clusters of high-end properties scattered strategically across Tokyo, where only the top Proheroes reside, so that, when called to emergencies, they are able to arrive at locations in their allocated radius at a reasonable time. 

It’s early morning and you’re freshly out of the shower after having finished your morning exercise at the home gym, when you smell something delicious in the air. 

You had already combed hair oils through your damp hair, did your skincare and pulled on your undergarments in the spacious bathroom; you were ready to return to your room so as to get dressed but your rumbling tummy couldn’t resist the enticing seduction of aromatic food in the air. 

Tightly tucking your bath towel snug around your figure, you cautiously make your way to the downstairs kitchen, trying to figure out who would be in there so early in the morning. Usually, the only other person awake right now is Bakugou as he likes taking his morning run in the crisp cool air of daybreak. Other than him, you find it hard to place who could be cooking up breakfast so early in the morning. 

It wouldn’t be long before you finally find out who the culprit is, however, and you couldn’t be happier to make the discovery as it came with a great view. Standing at the stove stood Kirishima, shirtless and with a simple apron on, his chequered pyjama bottoms loosely clinging onto his frame from the sharp lines of muscle carving out his brawny waist and hips.     

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Kirishima greets with his back still turned, shocking you but it’s to be expected. His trained senses must have traced your figure from the top of the stairs all the way to the kitchen door. 

“How did you know it was me?” you ask, tilting your head and leaning against the door frame, amused by his jovial attitude. Just seeing him (or any one of your soulmates) makes you happy. 

Kirishima shrugs his shoulders, “the sound of your footsteps are different to the others,” his answer made your brows raise in surprise. Was he really that acutely tuned into you and the others’ gaits? 

“What are the differences?” you ask out of pure curiosity as you watch him step away from the stove and plate the delicious breakfast he cooked up for everyone. 

“Yours are the softest and most steadily paced. Sero’s are almost silent and are the slowest but most consistently paced, Bakugou’s steps are relatively quick and stomp-y, like he’s always trying to get somewhere quickly,” both of you chuckle at his carefully used descriptor for your typically hot-headed soulmate. Kirishima is now reaching into the cupboards to lay out everyone’s favourite drinks with their favourite glasses or mugs, “Mina’s steps usually kinda follows a tune or rhythm and Denki tends to be the most ‘messy’ but fun,” he puts into air quotes as he approaches you and pulls you close by the waist. You place your hands around his neck as you tilt your head up to peer at him with questioning eyes, “his pace ranges from slow to fast and wide to short strides,” you both smile at each other and he leans in to press his forehead against yours, “now…it’s breakfast time~” he chimes and pulls back with a grin. 

You giggle and nod, completely forgetting your state of dress, the morning fuzziness clouding your usually alert state, “right, thank you Ei~” you sing happily, stomach already craving for a bite of the filling breakfast laid out across the table. 

“No; thank you~“ Kirishima matches your tune-filled voice but his statement brings a question to the tip of your tongue.

“What do you mea-? Ah!” you squeal when the red head playfully bites your exposed shoulder. 

“You’re so cute, babe,” he whispers and kisses your skin, an apology for the reddening bite he marked into it. 

“Ow! Stop it!” you laugh and try to push him away.

“No can do, I gotta bite you for being so cute and sexy,” 

“What did I do?~” you whine. This makes Kirishima pull away with a raised brow, giving you an up and down look before prompting you to look down at yourself. 

“Oh!” he hums in satisfaction from your flustered stance when you quickly realise how severely underdressed you are. Granted you have your underwear on but you were still in just your towel.  

“I know you don’t mean to but,” Kirishima whistles softly, winking at you after he makes a show of looking you up and down again, “you look so…tempting right now,”

Feeling uncharacteristically courageous, you flirt with your eyes and smile innocently, “maybe that’s what I want to do…” 

Not a second passes before you’re swept up into your soulmate’s muscular arms and placed to sit on the kitchen counter. Kirishima already has your lips in a heated dance with his own as his hands hold you close at the waist. Your own hands make their way into his soft hair, untamed by his usual gel. At some point, your towel comes off and Kirishima throws away his apron. Although it starts off heated, your passionate lip-lock tango with the red-head slows to prolonged kisses, as soft as moonlight and as relaxed as the lazy summer breeze. The main focus shifted in that same change of pace. Instead, the two of you focused on each other’s skin, enjoying the warmth and touch of the other. It felt nice to feel the skin of your thighs around his naked waist as well as feeling your exposed back with his rough hands. It made you sigh contentedly into his mouth as he smiled against your connected lips. 

At last, the two of you part for air but stay pressed against one another with your foreheads touching and your eyes staring deeply into each other’s loving gaze. 

“You’re so soft…” Kirishima compliments in a hush, so that only you could hear him - not that there was anybody else around to eavesdrop on you. It’s one of the main reasons why he loves touching you so much. He loves how your skin seems to always welcome his touch with a softness unique to you. His other soulmates have their own individual feel but yours is a delicate velvet that the roughed-up hero always appreciates - similar to Mina but still exclusive to you. 

“And you’re all scarred up…” you return, eyes somehow frowning at him.

“I’m not a rough person,” as if to demonstrate he gives you another feather-soft kiss. 

You giggle, still speaking in whispers, “I know…but it’s sexy,” he grins widely and pulls away to laugh aloud. 

“You really need to stop that, babe, you always make it so hard for me to be gentle with you,” an embarrassing heat rises to your cheeks as you look away bashfully. He moves back, leaving you sitting atop the kitchen counter and returns shortly after to pull his giant shirt over your figure, swamping you in the fabric. Once dressed in his shirt, Kirishima brings you down from your perch and chuckles at your appearance. He loves seeing you in his clothes so much; it makes you look so much more lovable than you already are.

“I’m sorry,” you don’t really mean the apology from the cheeky smile on your face but Kirishima accepts it, he doesn’t really want you to stop either. 

“Should we wake the others-?”

RING! RING! RING!

A blaring alarm cuts through the once calm atmosphere and prompts Kirishima to check the hero device he and the rest of your prohero soulmates always keep on their person. 

 “What is it, Kiri?” you ask, worry in your eyes as the red-head quickly goes about getting dressed into his hero suit. 

“There’s an emergency nearby so I’m heading out,” fully-dressed, Kirishima grabs a quick bite of breakfast before heading to the front door with you following close behind, “don’t worry, beautiful,” he reassures you with a smile after putting on his shoes. 

“I know you’re strong but please be careful,” he thanks you for your concern and pulls you into a final kiss before he’s rushing off. 

“I’ll be home soon!” He calls back as you wave him goodbye from the open doorway, attempting a brave smile with concern swimming in your hollowed-out chest. Within the house, there’s a flurry of movement as the others abruptly rise from their sleep and rush to put on their own hero suits - they probably rose to the alarm too. Even though more of them were soon going to be joining Kirishima, you felt more assured then when you saw him rushing off to the scene alone. If they work together then they’ll be able to stay safe.

You know they’ll get home safely.  

A rustling from the shrubbery nearby catches your attention and you freeze in place. This is a gated private community, the likelihood that someone could sneak in would be very low on the scale. Approaching the uniform, decorative flora in your outdoor slippers and Kiri’s shirt, you peak over and spot nothing. Relief washes over your head. The paranoia over potentially getting caught by paparazzi and aggressive media personnel was slowly getting to you and it’s anxiety inducing; you can’t even happily spend time with your newly discovered soulmates. 

You shake any remaining negative emotions out of your frame and re-enter the house, ready to wish the rest of your soulmates goodbye as they ready themselves to join Kirishima for a villain attack. 

It’s a surprise how you could have ever survived so long without having Mina as your selfcare partner. You already took good care of your skin and hair before but, with Mina, the routine became so much more fun and entertaining, especially when she was able to rope in the others to join you. She could be very convincing. 

Denki was the one who actively sought you two out to do some selfcare together; Kiri and Sero were up for doing anything with you two, trusting in your knowledge of the topic and love of them to be well taken care of. But it was Bakugou who put up some resistance. He always eventually succumbed to your demands, however, grumbling here and there under his breath but you could see that he enjoyed being pampered, especially when it was by you and Mina. You two are their favourite girls after all. Soon enough, you’re sure he will be the one to seek you two out for the weekly routine pampering session, he was a man all about routine, after all.

One of the main things you liked to look forward to about this whole routine was the shopping aspect. It was always fun to pile skin care and self care products up in your individual baskets, hoping to share your findings with one another when you met up at the check-out counter. 

This time, Mina had been very excited to shop together with you all in search of a new clay mask she had been anticipating the release of from one of her favourite skincare brands. The two of you planned an entire night based around that clay mask and Mina made sure she was off patrol duty so that she could experience it with you. Sero was kind enough to take on her shift so that you two could spend quality time together, to which you both rewarded him with plenty of kisses and cuddles. 

“If either of you want another pamper night but it falls on Mina’s shift, always tell me first and I’ll happily switch shifts,” Sero voiced out, his face littered with lipstick kisses and a dopey smile stretched out across his lips.

One problem was that the search for that particular clay mask took longer than expected. It appeared as though everyone had been out to purchase it too so splitting up to cover more ground in the store was definitely a good idea. The two of you managed to meet up at the spot the clay mask was being sold and swiped up two tubs of it with an enthusiastic cheer. 

“Let’s hurry and pay so we can start our selfcare date night early today,” Mina whispered in happiness beside you as you nodded along. You displayed a smile despite the ominous feeling you felt following you about the store. It was your paranoia acting up again; you hate to say it but you easily complied with it by keeping a modest distance from the pinkette who had been trying to link arms with you on the way to the cash register, “what’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

“Oh nothing…” you hesitated but let her have her way in standing close to you. It’s just your paranoia, you don’t want it taking over fully and tarnishing your relationship even though it came from a good place. 

Night soon fell and after seeing off Sero, you and Mina moved to her room, where she played her self care playlist through her portable speaker, laid out some yummy snacks to share along with all the self care necessities the two of you would soon be spoiling yourselves in. The first order of business was a shower. You took it together and helped each other with your hair, giggling at the bubbles the shampoo made, talked through your favourite body scrub, helped give one another shoulder massages when helping to lather up the body wash and squealed in unison from the final burst of ice-cold water to tighten up your hair follicles. 

“That took longer than expected,” you laughed, catching sight of the clock on the wall. It had been about an hour or so since you and Mina entered the shower together. 

“Yeah but it was worth it, that was such a fun but relaxing shower,” Mina sighs in content as she stretches out in her bathrobe on the bed. The shoulder massage you gave her did magic to her usually tense back muscles, she’ll be sure to brag about this to her other soulmates in the hopes that she’ll be able to playfully induce some jealousy whilst simultaneously praising more of your hidden skills and talents.

“Yeah~” you reciprocate her sigh of content, “as much as I love the boys, I love our girl time too,” the two of you hummed in agreement and stayed sprawled out on the bed with a towel under your wet hair for several more minutes before eventually agreeing to continue your self care session. 

While your hair was still wet, you treated your scalp and hair-ends with hair oils, using a scalp massager on each other when doing so. After that came the much anticipated clay mask. 

“We have to be careful with clay masks,” Mina warns as she applies the mask onto your face as you close your eyes, she was using the small spatula provided and secretly admired the sweet features of your face while doing so. This was a good idea. The pinkette loves seeing you relaxed and happy rather than stressed and serious, though a pair of furrowed brows, a firm gaze and your elegant silhouette did have a big, flustering effect on her. 

“Why is that?”

“We can’t move our faces once it begins to dry because then it’ll crack,” 

“Oh yeah…” she giggles at your realisation, how could you have forgotten that? Nevertheless, it was eventually your turn to apply the mask on her. 

“Mmmm~ you have a really gentle touch, (Y/N),” Mina praises, her voice lazy from the peacefulness and happy from your company. You wanted to reply but your mask was already setting in and you didn’t want to ruin Mina’s work in applying an even coat for you so you settled with humming in return. 

When Mina’s mask was done, the two of you resorted to communicating through writing. You both danced to songs with straight faces and helped give each other cute pedicures while waiting for the timer you set up. It was really hard to keep from laughing when you danced to songs, staring at each other with straight faces. You were doing a pretty good job until Mina turned to the side, faced you and started to twerk with the most deadpan face you had ever seen on her. 

Naturally, you had a laughing fit, cracking up your dried mask and soon had the pinkette cracking up her mask too when your laughter became too contagious. 

“Oh my god! Your face! Your Face!” you wheezed.

“No! Look at your face! HAHAHAHA!” the two of you laughed your butts off until you heard the boys walk into the house from downstairs. You wanted to go and greet them but Mina shook her head and pulled you close, “you wanna do something fun?”

How could you say no? 

Now you’re waiting at either side of the door and waiting for one of your four potential victims to pass through and scare the living daylights out of. You were hoping it would be Denki first but from the heavy footsteps and light cordial whistling, you could tell that it was going to be Kirishima…

And, soon enough, the red-head walked into view as you and Mina shared a mischievous look, anticipating his surprise. Just as the red-head was a step or two away, you both jumped out and pulled funny faces to accompany your cracked up face masks. 

“Woah!” Kirishima jumped and clutched at his heart but laughed it off like the good sport he is, “You two really scared me there! Haha! Looking cute~” he gives you both a kiss and walks off but not before giving you both a light slap on the butt, “Good luck with the other three~”

Denki was the one that came next and he had the most exaggerated expression; screaming like a little girl. It sets you and Mina off into hysterics as you high-five with the pride of achieving such a funny response. Of course, the blonde didn’t like this or, at least, pretended like he didn’t because his revenge only came in the form of tickles. He too wished you and Mina good luck with the others. 

“Next time you two decide to do masks, don’t forget to invite me to join in too!” The electric hero pouts cutely while you and Mina give him kisses of apology before promising to include him in your next face mask session. 

Sero didn’t get scared like you hoped. Instead, he grins toothily at you both and leans down to meet your eyes since he’s so tall and gives you both a soft kiss on the lips. 

“Nice try cuties,” he chuckles at your adorable pouty faces, having to hold himself back from cooing at you, “if only Denki didn’t come before me and squeal like a little girl,” the three of you laughed loudly before shushing up in anticipation for the final victim as Sero walks off as well. 

When the time finally came, Bakugou flinched and Mina didn't miss the opportunity to tease him for it. Naturally, the spiky blonde’s hot-headedness makes him angry and he scoops you and Mina up in both arms before stomping off into the bathroom. 

“Wash that stupid mask off already! It’ll dry out your skin!” 

So he has been listening to your ramblings about self-care…

Sero has developed the most romantic pastime and, at your shy request, he also takes the time to teach you what he’s been able to learn on his own. 

Sat in between his long, outstretched legs, Sero guides you through a melodic arrangement of chords on his acoustic guitar. He is patient and his large hands guide your unpracticed fingers through the movement with a kind warmth. In his dark eyes, there is a soft tenderness reserved only for you in appreciation for your interest in his hobby and the genuine effort you put into doing your best. 

It’s already been a few weeks and you’re already a handful of sessions in with him. The start was rough and full of giggles but now you were already able to successfully play a sweet little tune with minimal help from the tape-hero. 

Time spent together like this always sets such a comfortable atmosphere that will only be remembered with fondness, at least, it does for Sero. For you, a perfectionist at heart, remain unsatisfied with your nominal progress. 

“It’s okay, pretty, no need to push yourself. You have the prettiest little hands so don’t stress too much over being unable to reach the tough chords right away, you’ll adapt over time,” in an attempt to comfort you, he presses a languid kiss to your temple from behind.

“My hands aren’t small!” you stretch out your hands and wiggle your fingers in a feeble attempt to demonstrate your statement. 

“Well…” Sero stretches out his own hands to compare his against yours and smirks at the defeated groan you give. 

“Your hands aren’t a fair comparison because yours are just abnormally big!”

“And yours are abnormally small…” he teases and tightly wraps his arms around you in order to tame your small tantrum of protest. You’re too cute sometimes, “It’s not a bad thing, Bonita,”

“You make it sound like a bad thing…”

“These pretty hands have done a lot of things. Amazing, incredibly things and now they’re attempting to learn a passion of mine, something they aren’t obligated to do, which, in my opinion…” he holds your hands in his and brings them to his lips, whispering into the skin covering your knuckles, “makes it the most amazing thing they’ve ever done thus far,”

In the silence, Sero presses another kiss against your temple and realises the sudden new heat of your skin. It’s a clear indication of your newly flustered state and makes the signature toothy grin splay out over his lips; you really are the cutest. 

“You’re too much sometimes, Hanta,”

“Listen…” he whispers into the skin of your shoulder after already having pulled down your shirt collar for better access, “if you want, you can have free access to my guitar whenever you’re free,” he promises, “even if I’m not around, you can practise as much as you want. You have my express permission,” he kisses your shoulder once more, “surprise me, Bonita,”

Every chance you were able to practise without Sero, you took the opportunity with determination underpinned by your deep desire to surprise him with your solitary progress. 

A week or two passes and you’re finally able to repeat the tune that Sero often strums effortlessly on the guitar and you rush to demonstrate your success to him as he is relaxing in a hammock within the garden between two trees.

“Sero! Sero! Look at what I can do!” You call out, giddy with excitement and his guitar in your arms. Stopping before his hammock, you wait for him to sit up with a lazy smile and focus his full attention onto you. You then begin to play with a look of full concentration on your face and triumphantly serenade him with the same romantic tune he’s been subtly serenading you with during each of your guitar sessions. 

Once you strum the last tune, he showers you in applause and whistles in glee at your achievement. 

“That was amazing! You did so well, come here, Bonita,” he opens his arms for you whilst still in the hammock. With a squeal of happiness, you join him and cuddle up in his arms, the guitar leaning against one of the trees you were nestled between, “I’m so proud of you,” he praises as you kick your legs in happiness, “you’re so cute when you get all giddy like this,” he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and his voice lowers dangerously, “it makes me want to do unspeakable things to you” he laughs as you squeal from the shock and embarrassment his confession brings you, “but, I did make a promise and I’m following strict instructions from Katsuki to be gentle with you. For now, it’s going to have to wait - until then…” Sero lifts your chin up to look deeply into your beautiful eyes and playfully pouts at you, “try to stop being so unintentionally seductive,” he tucks your face into his collar as holds you in an affectionate embrace. A calm wind rocks your cuddled up figures within the hammock and your heart beats in momentary happiness.

You don’t want to admit it but you feel the ominous feeling of being watched once again and quickly make an excuse to return to the house. The excuse you come up with has you mentioning something about remembering the forecast for rain later so Sero gets up soon after you and puts his hammock away whilst taking a mental note of your unusual behaviour to potentially discuss with the others later on. 

“How is this possible?!” Denki gapes in astonishment from beside you, his hands clutching at his hair as you smile triumphantly. The blonde has taken you out to his favourite arcade, a secluded treasure tucked away in a quiet alley within the city. He’s a regular who manages to fail at winning any plushies at all the claw machines and yet, here you were winning him a pikachu plushie on your first try. 

“Here you go, Denki,” you chirp happily, handing over the Pikachu toy. It suits him so well, he deserves to have it and you’re happy to have made the effort to win it for him.

“How did you do that?” The electric hero almost begs on his knees for some sort of guidance. There’s no way you could have defeated the undefeatable claw machine without having some sort of secret technique or past experiences. He always loses all his tokens trying to win plushies and you make it look so easy. He wants to get you a cute plushie too!

“Haha! I don’t know,” you shrug with a bright smile, “I just know that I wanted to give you that Pikachu toy,” at your answer, Denki forgets all about his jealousy and allows his awe of you to skyrocket. You’re so cute. So very cute!

“Eeep!” you squealed from being swept up in his arms. With your hands on his shoulders, you look down at him as he adoringly stares up at you. There are countless butterflies in your stomach that you try to suppress but it’s no use when you catch sight of his devoted, lovestruck expression. 

“You’re too good for me,” 

Seeing as the arcade was mostly deserted, you dared to lean down and press a kiss against his awaiting, pink lips, “I could say the same about you,” Denki grins widely at your comment and locks your lips into another kiss. 

You offer to win him another plushie but he insists on winning you one himself so as to even the odds. Unfortunately, despite his determination, he ends up losing all his tokens and you were left comforting him on his loses. He was really cute about it though. There was a fire in his eyes that sealed his determination into a pointed focus aimed solely at the claw and the buttons of the machine. It was admirable and his actions alone were worth all the plushies on display put together and more. 

“Thank you Denki,” 

“For what?” your soulmate deflates and melts into his seat, strawberry slushie cradled in his hands for comfort, “I didn’t win you a plushie even though I used up all of my tokens,”

“You put up a good fight and that was what mattered,” you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, prompting a bright blush to flourish over his expression. 

“I still want to win you a plushie though…” he mumbles under his breath, pouting like a defeated and grumpy child, making him even cuter in your eyes. 

“Maybe next time…”

The sinister feeling prodding your senses around every public interaction with your soulmates is just your paranoia. For the most part, you’ve been as careful as possible to keep the intimate interactions private. You need to keep your soulmate's reputation and public image in mind, afterall. They take such good care of you that you should do the same but in your own way. Having multiple soulmates is incredibly taboo and you don’t want to ruin your new found happiness. All you want is to treasure this bliss forever. 

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- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

A plethora of emotions raged on deep in your chest, with each trying to reign in the others and come out as the most governing one. Between the confusion, sadness, realisation, rejected and betrayal, you felt mostly disappointed, which only worked to introduce a new emotion, anger. You were angry. Angry that you couldn't bring reason to any of the feelings you were experiencing. This same crossness was what led you to looking away and avoiding the group altogether when they rushed out of the office in a panic and apologising to you for what you had seen them doing. But they had nothing to apologise for so why were they begging for your forgiveness? Kaminari and Kirishima even went so far as to kneel down before you as Sero attempted to caress your face lovingly - a habit he had developed around you.

"(Y/N), angel, I'm sorry you saw that, we can explain," Kaminari desperately reached for your hand and whined as soon as you moved it out of his reach, ignoring the pang of guilt you felt in your chest from the whimpering mess he quickly became. Kaminari, throughout knowing you, had become as clingy as he was with the others behind closed doors. He'd always manage to thread his fingers through yours while you led him to Bakugou's office or weave his arms around you from behind as you set about printing documents or used the fax machine. Not once had you rejected any of his advances because it oddly felt natural to you. This instance was the first time you ever rejected his touch and it shattered his heart.

"(Y/N), angel, I'm sorry you saw that, we can explain," Kaminari desperately reached for your hand and whined as soon as you moved it out of his reach, ignoring the pang of guilt you felt in your chest from the whimpering mess he quickly became. Kaminari, throughout knowing you, had become as clingy as he was with the others behind closed doors. He'd always manage to thread his fingers through yours while you led him to Bakugou's office or weave his arms around you from behind as you set about printing documents or used the fax machine. Not once had you rejected any of his advances because it oddly felt natural to you. This instance was the first time you ever rejected his touch and it shattered his heart.

"Please forgive us, Pebble, if you'll let us, we can explain everything to you," Kirishima begged with pleading ruby eyes, his gaze becoming all the more frantic when he saw you turn away from his electric blonde soulmate just moments ago. Kirishima knew that this was your first time refusing Kaminari's touch as the electric hero usually wouldn't stop gushing about all the times he had you locked in his arms, he even made to rub in the fact that you accepted his embraces without complaining and, instead, leaned further into him. This little fact alone made Denki feel on top of the world and to have you so blatantly refuse him...the red-head couldn't even begin to imagine what he must be feeling.

Regardless of their distressed endeavours, they achieved nothing but your continued avoidance of their touch and gaze. Bakugou, who watched the scene in despair, finally relented and gave you permission to have the rest of the day off. Their world felt as though it was collapsing as they watched you pack your stuff and clock out early for the first time since you started working for their explosive soulmate.

It had taken Bakugou the painful but rapid realisation that you needed time to process things in order to finally muster the strength to watch you walk away. He wanted to be confident that you'd return to them but that wasn't guaranteed from your stiff and distant expression.

"What do we do?" Mina uttered under her breath, on the verge of tears. Kaminari was already shrinking into her embrace and sniffling into her neck as he muffled his sobs.

"We just have to give our reina some time,"

Bakugou didn't expect you to arrive as you usually do the day after that day but he was pleasantly surprised that you did. The night before, everyone agreed to give you space and that he would send you an email stating that you can take a week or even an entire month off because he was willing to wait for you. He didn't state that reasoning outright but however long you needed to process everything, Bakugou would wait patiently because there isn't a doubt in his mind that you're meant to be in his life. It didn't matter if that was by you being his personal assistant or simply being his friend, as long as he got to see you everyday then he would be satisfied.

That was his thought process until he saw you at your desk having arrived earlier than he did. Upon exchanging your usual morning greetings, Bakugou was surprised at how greedy he suddenly became. Just moments ago, he told himself that he would be perfectly content with just seeing you every day but the instant he set his eyes on you, his chest collapsed in on it self and soared at the same time. With happiness, his heart grew wings but the realisation that he greedily wants to bring you into his arms and just keep you there made his chest clench. Bakugou didn't want to admit it but being with Kirishima, Sero, Mina and Kaminari, he's come to understand that it's not always a bad thing to admit to want to be close to another person.

Even though being with his soulmates made Bakugou want to reach out for others more and take more of an initiative when it comes to showing affection, knowing that he can't be openly loving towards you has him clenching his fists at his sides - an understated attempt at controlling his urge to be closer to you. Bakugou had been the most distant with you compared to the rest of his soulmates but after experiencing the crushing feeling of you potentially disappearing from his life indefinitely, he was filled with an earnestness for keeping you as close to him as possible.

"Bakugou-san," you call out, just as the hero himself turned to his office door, his hand hovering over the door handle. The silence you were met with was enough to encourage you to keep going, "I apologise for my behaviour yesterday, I don't know why I reacted in such a way,"

Upon turning to face you, Bakugou's eyes widen at your bowed form and quickly steps up to stand before you. With his boots appearing in your downturned view, you look up and gasp softly at how close he was.

"You don't need to apologise," his voice was rough but gentle as he whispered his reassurance, "it must have been a shock  to see so many soulmates bonded together,"

The confirmation to your conjecture was all it took to have your heart drop to your stomach. Thankfully, you were able to hold your expression so as to keep from raising any suspicion. Avoiding his eyes, you utter, with determination, what you had willed yourself to commit to the night before.

"I promise that your secret is safe with me, I won't say anything to anyone so please, please let me keep my job!" your eyes shut firmly as you stepped back and bowed at your waist once again.

This shocked Bakugou and sent his heart racing with unexplained emotions. He's grateful that you didn't judge how many soulmate bonds he shared with the others but the fact that you only cared about keeping your job didn't quite sit well with him. He's happy that you want to continue being his personal assistant but is that really all you wanted? You didn't want anything more from him?

"Like I could find anyone better than you..." the explosive blonde uttered under his breath, making you raise your head and meet his eyes.

"Huh?"

"I said get to work!"

"Right away, Bakugou-san!"

Time passed sluggishly and even though spring had everyone feeling refreshed after the winter months, you only felt debilitated. As promised, you stayed silent about Bakugou and his hero squad's multiple soulmate bonds and expressed your promise to the rest of the heroes once they had allowed themselves to meet you again, which, wasn't really all that long. After they had heard from Bakugou that you were back at your desk like normal, they rushed right over and you happily indulged them in their need to embrace, touch and stand close to you.

Kaminari, for a time, hogged you all to himself as the others whined and complained behind him. It took Sero pulling the blonde out of your lap and bringing you into his own arms for Kaminari to finally, albeit reluctantly, surrender you to the others. Sero started by lifting you up and letting you sit on his folded arms as your thighs press into his chest.

"Are you really okay now, mi reina?" Sero asks as he stares up at you, loving the warmth of your hands on his shoulders

"Of course," you chirp with a close-eyed smile, afraid that if you continued looking into his tender gaze, he'd see through your eyes and notice your broken heart.

Sero goes to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck but before he could do so, a pinkette and red-headed duo steals you away to cuddle in between each other's arms. It was a strange feeling to have one side of you be pressed into hardened muscles and your other side be met with a velvety softness atop an equally toned frame but you could never complain.

"We were so worried!" Mina mewled into your shoulder.

"We couldn't stop thinking about you, it didn't feel very manly to leave you on your own but space is also important," Kirishima stroked your cheek with his thumb as he softly directed your eyes up to stare into his own, "if you ever need anything, we'll be there at the snap of a finger,"

You smiled at the warmth that bloomed in your chest but had to grit your teeth through the cold, hollow feeling that triumphed the flame within you soon after.

It was painful. And, being one to fear such sensitive and emotive afflictions, you concluded that the only way to avoid ever feeling such a way was by avoiding as much contact with the five heroes all together.

For now though, you'll allow yourself to relish and savour the fleeting ardour they buried you in.

As much as everyone liked to pretend that everything was okay with you, it wasn't.

Ever since that day, the same day you promised them that you'd never tell a soul about their relationship, knowing the consequences it could have on their public image, you had distanced yourself from them. You no longer leaned in from an embrace nor did you lose yourself in prolonged conversations with them - you kept everything executive and immediately left a dialogue should it begin to toe personal and miscellaneous subjects.

Although this broke their hearts, they couldn't do anything because you weren't letting them and, quite frankly, your relationship with them had to be strictly professional anyway. If they sought you out, it would be too obvious and gossip would be endless. They themselves wouldn't mind but they would feel incredibly rueful should the scandal affect you negatively. Their hands were tied but what could they do?

As time passed, the squad only grew all the more desperate as they saw you slowly lose colour in your complexion whilst the brightness in your eyes, that had once captured all of their hearts simultaneously, faded. You didn't look like your usual elegant and content self and the guilt of being the reason you're like this didn't escape them, instead it only cultivated into something bigger - it was more torturous than all the villain attacks they've had to endure thus far in their hero careers combined.  

Your conflicting emotions had grown rampant and despite your determination to keep it from affecting your work, you couldn't help yourself. It was hard to keep your end of the promise as it meant you had to stay away from them knowing that they were lovers behind the scenes. The entire situation got you thinking as to why you had allowed yourself to get close to them knowing full well that you had to maintain a modicum of ethical standing. No matter how much time you spend trying to think of a reason, you could never come up with one; all you knew was that you missed being close to them and sharing conversations that made you feel listened to and either had you laughing so hard you could have collapsed or leaning into their touch from how endearing they were being.

Not one outshone the other in your eyes, they all equally shared your favour. Bakugou silently cared for you from afar and only recently (before the incident) began to openly enjoy your company in the most subtle way he could, however, there were times where he also surprised you with random acts of sentiment. You remember the time you quickly briefed him on his schedule for the day as you looked over a document in your hand and as he stood before you, without you noticing, he had reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The memory is still so vivid in your mind that you were able to relive it just by closing your eyes.

He continues from your ear, tracing the shell of it, to your lobe and then to your jaw. Bakugou momentarily outlines one side of your jaw with his finger before moving onto your neck where he traces is down to your colour bone. It wasn't until you had softly cleared your throat that he snaps out of the trance he was in and immediately pulls away from you. A stuttering, blushing mess, Bakugou swiftly spins on his heel and marches into his office.

"I was just tidying up your hair! Brush it next time!" was his excuse. It always made you giggle but now the memory made your heart clench painfully.

Kirishima always began his visits with spending time in Bakugou's office before he went out to accompanying you at your desk. As your friendship flourished with the red-head, the time you spent together evolved into him sitting in your chair as you sat in his lap. The muscular hero was content keeping his hands on your hips as he pressed his nose into your hair and breathed in your scent, almost falling asleep to the sounds of you typing away at documents as well as answering calls. Those were his favourites, he had told you.

"Why is that?" you asked, finding his confession astonishing as you yourself found the sound of typing far more therapeutic than a phone call.

"I like hearing your voice," he giggles into your shoulder after playfully giving you a slight nibble on exposed skin, "anything and everything you talk about, I would happily listen to for days on end,"

"You're too much," you blush as he gives your hips a modest squeeze and smiles into the crook of your neck.

Mina often sat atop your desk during her many visits and gossiped to her heart's content and you were happy to listen until she eventually got bored and started fidgeting about in boredom. She had a very cute way of nonverbally asking for your attention and, although you were always quick to notice them, you pretend to be engrossed in your work and continued typing away. The golden-eyed pinkette would usually begin by tapping a tired finger on your desk before her feet joined in, when that wasn't enough to direct your attention to her, she began to feign interest in the lose documents piled atop your desk. She'd hum and rifle through them as she steals quick glances at you and seeing if her occasional chirps of 'oh!' or 'ahh~' or 'hmm...'s would make you glance her way. If that wasn't enough, she'd make a show of hopping off your desk and exploring your work area as if she hadn't been there before, her feet tapping rhythmically on the floor. It all builds up to her literally draping herself over you as she whines needily.

"(Y/NNNNNN)~"

"Yes, Mina?" you try to hide your smirk.

"Let's do something fun," she watches you hum in contemplation, desperately hoping that you'd comply.

"It depends," your answer did nothing but make her heart drop.

"Pleaseeee!" she started to whimper like a puppy and you were beginning to break, "It's better than what you're doing,"

"..." you stare into her beautiful orbs as she waits in anticipation, "alright,"

Cheering happily, she pulls you out of your chair and sets about entertaining both of you, whether that be styling your hair, doing your make up again or simply dancing around. Your heart was always left singing after time spent with Mina and now that you weren't, the air in your chest felt heavy.

Sero would never let you sit at your desk and work, he always needed to take you out somewhere and that usually meant that he was swinging around Tokyo using his tape, much like a particular arachnid-type American-based hero. At first, you were hesitant.

"What if people see my face and start spreading rumours about you, Hanta?"

"It'll be okay as long as you wear my helmet," he reassures with his signature toothy grin, "it'll be safer too,"

You take a moment to look down at your attire and silently thanking yourself for choosing to wear your cropped suit pants today, "Okay, I trust you," smiling back up at him, you were never able to comprehend how much that makes his heart race.

"Then let's go mi reina," he eagerly pulls you into his arms as he pushes a window wide open and waits for you to put on his mask. As soon as he knows it's securely fitted on your head, he shoots off with you in his arms screaming and laughing at the same time. It was frightening from how suddenly Sero had swung the both of you around but you quickly grew accustomed to the feeling and started to admire the scenery around you so as to distract yourself from the pleasant feeling of the black haired hero's burly arm and powerful build pressed up against you as well as the invigorating musk of his aftershave still lingering in his helmet. You were hot all over and prayed to god that Sero didn't notice, however, you were too distracted with your own thoughts to perceive the pink flush dusting his own cheeks.

"I can't believe this!" you shout through the helmet and over the whistling air in Sero's ears, amazed to be traveling the skyline rather than the road.

"It's a whole new world, right?" he cheekily faces you, unable to see the flustered expression you pull behind the tinted glass of his head gear.

"Are you trying to make me fall for you?" you joke lightheartedly.

"Is it working?"

You were tempted to say yes. Now, you wonder achingly about what would have happened if you did.

Kaminari was a lot like Sero in that he didn't like keeping you in the office and, instead, liked taking you out to places he wanted to create happy memories and share precious moments with you in. The two of you often frequented a secluded part of a large park so as to not draw public attention that could turn negative. Often times, he would buy the two of you lunch beforehand so that you could have your own little picnic under the shade of the trees. Time spent with Denki was a lot of fun, sharing funny stories about the rest of the bakusquad in addition to very meaningful stories of his experience as a hero. Moments like these were special to you. All of the times you spent together with Denki ended up with his head in your lap as you combed your fingers through his hair, this was his number one weakness and led to him falling into the headspace between sleep and consciousness.

"You're so pretty..." complimenting you was one of the many things he liked to do when he slips into his daze. It wasn't like his infamous short-circuited state as he was more lovably verbal with his thoughts rather than utterly incoherent.

"Why thank you, Denki," he giggles as you smile.

"I like it when you say my name,"

"Really?" he nods and turns to nuzzle into your plush thighs.

"You make me like my name more and more," he pulls an adorably dopey smile, "it's like your magic (Y/N)," he takes your hand and brings it to his chest, "you make my heart go crazy,"

You felt like a teenager in a sappy romance movie but you couldn't complain as you loved and savoured every moment with him. Now you're conflicted at wishing to erase those cherished moments from your heart and mind because, although they were priceless memories, they stirred your heart with turmoil.

The scene you witnessed that day never leaves your mind and ever since then a feeling of rejection had been growing in your chest until it is so dense and so big; you were almost suffocating under its weight. This makes your daily task and chores hard so, naturally, your degree of work is also impacted. The shift in your quality of work was falling so rapidly, Bakugou was beside himself with concern and guilt.

"I want to be there for her but I don't want to disrespect her wishes," Kirishima voices, rubbing his temples in frustration.  Everyone was once again at his abode, mulling over what their next steps should be regarding you and your alarming deterioration of mental wellbeing.

"It almost looks like..." Sero begins as Bakugou keeps his face in his hands, waiting for him to continue.

"Soulmate depression," Kaminari finishes, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's that?" Mina pipes up as Kaminari fiddles with her hair.

"It's not a very common phenomenon because soulmates are drawn together and eventually find out they're meant to be after getting to know one another better, which will eventually lead them into getting to see each other's identical bond mark. However, when a person is rejected by their significant other or that special person to them passes away, even without meeting them, then they go through what's called soulmate depression,"

"Wow Denki," Mina tilts her head back to face the electric blonde.

"That's the smartest I've ever heard you speak," the blonde goes to huff but pauses when Mina smiles brightly, "I'm proud of you, baby,"

"That's impossible though..." Bakugou pipes up, standing as he does so and making his way over to the ceiling-tall windows so as to overlook the city below.

"Why?" Mina pressed.

"We already have too many soulmates,"

"That doesn't mean it's impossible to have more! Rather, doesn't that make it more of a possibility?!" the electric hero protests, bolting to his feet in ardent complaint. What followed was silence. The air evidently remained heavy with anxiousness over your worrisome condition, however, a sense of delight slowly came about with the idea of having you as their soulmate too. Despite this, nobody dared say a word.

"...All I want to say is that if things keep going like this, I'm scared to think about what will happen to her," Sero mutters, leaning into the sofa and throwing his head back to face the ceiling. He just wants to see you smiling again, and to hear you laughing your beautiful laugh. It frustrating not knowing what to do.

Spurred on by conversations the night before, Bakugou confronts you the following day, snapping at you to head to his office with him. Through his lingering thoughts for you, the explosive hero hardly got an ounce of sleep the night before and had been crabby all morning.

"What is it, Bakugou-san?" you ask faintly, fearing the worst, you know you've been slacking and despite desperately wanting to fix it, you somehow manage to never be able to commit yourself into doing so.

"What's wrong with you lately?" your boss growls lowly, "nothing is getting done!" you flinch at his tone, "why is everything that you give me such crap now? Huh?!"

"I-I'm sorry-"

"An apology doesn't excuse your shit performance! You're sickly, unmotivated and slow, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a corpse pretending to be alive! You need to treat yourself better, get some sleep, eat more, drink more, take time off work and rest!" you didn't know what to say, "If you don't fix up, consider yourself out of a job!"

Now, Bakugou didn't know why he dumped that dumpster fire on you, it was completely out of line; even if he was to reason that it was because he had been losing sleep over you recently and was desperate to make you take time off work, that wasn't good enough. Nothing could be good enough to excuse the tears that welled up in your beautiful, big eyes. Usually, you're incredible at reading the true intentions behind his hardened, scowling mask and barking words but the commotion within your heart, mind and everything in between has worked you up to your breaking point, making you overly sensitive and this was all you needed to fall apart. The straw that broke the camels back.

As Bakugou goes to apologise and backtrack at the sight of your eyes becoming glassy, a flood of tears are already beginning to flow down your cheeks. You said nothing, sobbing harder and harder as time ticks by, unable to voice your feelings through your tears and hiccups. You wanted to explain why you were such a wreck but you didn't know of any explanation and that only made you more frustrated. This toxic cycle had gotten the best of you; you were ready to throw in the towel and quit everything.  Maybe you were better off without a job...

"I-I-..."

"I'm sorry..." Bakugou's husky voice whispered as you were pulled into his embrace to nestle his face into your hair, it was something he picked up from Sero, who used the method to calm him down multiple times as he was the only person taller than him in their group of soulmates. In your heartbreaking state, you almost miss out the fact that this was Bakugou's first time apologising but you would much rather not have heeded the detail as it made you cry harder. You didn't deserve this. Did they know how much they were affecting you? It was agony seeing them every day and not being able to be openly be warm-hearted towards them like usual. You craved their touch and their warmth but you knew that you couldn't interfere, you wouldn't dare do so. It wasn't your place.

Just as Bakugou goes to place a tender kiss on the crown of your head instinctively, you pull away and stare into his eyes, "I promise to do better," and with that, you pull away to sit at your desk and begin to do work like usual. Instead of feeling reassured, Bakugou's worries deepen.

Rather than getting better, you get sick.

The first to notice is, naturally, Bakugou. The moment he walked into his agency that morning and saw you at your desk with a distant look in your eyes and suffering a shortness of breath, he was instantly at your side. Pressing a hand to your forehead, Bakugou has to retract as your skin is burning dangerously hot, however, he doesn't hesitate to sweep you up in his arms and rush to your apartment. Being your boss, your address was documented and memorised by him so he had no trouble navigating through the streets in order to reach your home.

"Oi...(Y/N), oi..." Bakugou gives you a light shake in his arms, keeping you from falling asleep against his shoulder, "Where are your keys?"

"M-my bag," you faintly utter as Bakugou grits his teeth; your usual sophisticated and powerful demeanour was gone and in it's place was a frail and unrefined form but it was still you. The explosion hero didn't know how to wrap his head around the drastic change, leaving room for his fear to grow.

In no time at all, he's opening the door to your apartment and carrying you to your room. As soon as he tucks you into bed after opening up almost every door in your apartment, he makes an emergency call that has his soulmates dropping everything they're doing to rush over to the address he provided them.

It doesn't take too long for them to arrive at your house, their panicked and anxious thoughts for you not letting them waste another second doing anything else other than seeing you. Despite their state of alarm, however, the moment they step foot into your apartment, a fluttering feeling of happiness consumes them. On their way up to your room, they were able to take in the interior of your home and found it embellished with decorations and set up to fit you perfectly - clean and cosy and cute. It even smelled like you and almost had them completely side tracked simply admiring your home and living space.

But admiring your interior wasn't what they were there for.

"Angel!" Kaminari nearly cried at the sight of you asleep in your bed and rushes to your side in an instant with Mina, both of their expressions consumed in worry. Sero stayed in the doorway, leaning against the frame for support as his eyes took in your state, shattering his heart in the process.

"What happened, Bakugou?" Kirishima pleaded, frantically trying to rationalise the situation so as to keep himself from adding to the hysteria.

"She came in sick today," the blonde replied simply, biting his lip in anxiousness and guilt, feeling more than responsible for your current state. He's never felt more of a horrible person than he did in that moment, he didn't deserve to look on at you or even care for you, the right he had to that was stripped the moment he obstinately blew up on you a day or two ago.

"Why so suddenly?" Sero pressed as he came up behind the red-head and pulled him into an embrace by the waist, needing the comfort while knowing the equal needs of the brawny hero.

"I think...no- I know it's my fault," they turned to him in shock and forced him to elaborate with their imploring eyes.

And so, he did.

"How could you lose your temper like that?! And towards (Y/N)!" Kaminari angrily barked, his worry for you making him raise his voice for the first time as his eyes filled with electric outrage. Beside him, Mina was silent, contemplating the implications of the aftereffects you were afflicted by.

"...Doesn't this just confirm it though?..." Mina utters as she reaches up to your top, tempted and confident to find a soulmate mark identical to theirs.

"Mina," Kirishima's firm tone had the pinkette stopping midway, "we can't do that without (Y/N)'s explicit permission. It wouldn't be very manly,"

"But I'm not a man," she huffs with her arms crossed.

"Ei meant to say that it's not very heroic of us to disrespect (Y/N)'s privacy like that, especially without her consent,"

Mina sighs in defeat, caving in on herself, "I just want to find out so that we would know what to do..."

"I'm sure that over time she'll come to trust us enough to show us if she has a bond mark there but not now," Kirishima softly consoled, "instead of focusing on Bakugou's mistake, though, we need to make sure that (Y/N)'s okay and recovers to be better than ever,"

"We'll take turns taking care of her,"

Bakugou didn't have the pleasure of visiting you as often as they others did seeing as he's the number one hero and is forced to make the public's safety his top priority. At least he knows that he can trust in his soulmates for ensuring that you recover well - it didn't matter how long it would take either. Instead, the explosive hero focused on his work during the day so as to be able to stay with you the entire night. From the others, he's been notified that you wake up periodically during the day, dazed and with fuzzy vision. Every time you wake up they have to assure you that everything will be okay and that they're there to take good care of you. They then proceed to hydrate you and hand feed you precooked meals Bakugou prepared that morning. It wasn't as though his soulmates couldn't cook for themselves, it was just the explosion hero's morals making him go above and beyond due to the guilt hanging over him like a storm cloud. He's lost countless hours of sleep and, despite it being his turn to overlook your condition, the blonde falls victim to slumber.

The following morning, you wake up to find your boss asleep in a chair pulled up beside you with his arms crossed and his head lolling to the side as a grumpy pout adorns his face. It was adorable. Just because you were in a stupor throughout your recovery, it didn't mean that you didn't remember anything and you were ashamed. You never liked appearing weak and incompetent in front of anyone especially in front of people that you admired so much but their sincere actions calmed your anxious heart. They weren't there to judge you, they just wanted to see you get better and you were so lucky to have them beside you through such a hard time.

And although it'll bring you a lot of pain to admit, their care for you pushes through and fights the fear you have of acknowledging the truth.

You love all of them.

NEXT.

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