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His boyfriend buys him his cereal that’s full of sugar and certain things that ‘shouldn’t go into the body of any human’ as Harvey puts it, because Mike likes them.

It’s not even the best part Mike thinks to himself, it’s that Harvey got him options.

Anyone who has too much of one food gets sick of it eventually and Mike knows he stopped having Cap’n’Crunch for this reason. He kept going to work with only an apple or something light because it was early in the morning and he wasn’t in the mood for Cap’n’Crunch.

Then one morning he notices it. Alongside the Cap’n’Crunch is a box of LuckyCharms.

He fills up a bowl while Harvey finishes getting ready and digs right in. He forgot how much he loved them until he saw the box. Soon after he gets up for another bowl and as he’s sitting back down Harvey pours himself some coffee.

“I can’t believe you gave me shit for eating sugary cereal but you stocked up on LuckyCharms.” Mike says before shoving more into his mouth to keep the lie going a little longer.

Harvey looks at him while taking a sip with a smirk on his face, “You think I got them for me and not for the 32 year old shovelling them down faster than I can settle a case?”

Mike blinks mid spoon to mouth, “For me?”

He could be an actor Mike thinks to himself.

“They aren’t for me pup.”

He blinks again and he can’t help the smile forming on his face. In fact, smile is being misleading, Mike was cheesing like a fucking idiot.

“You’re a sap.”

Harvey narrows his eyes at him. “We’re gonna be late, finish up.”

Mike shakes his head and laughs, he abandons the cereal and rounds the counter to face his boyfriend. Harvey turns his body so he’s facing him and accepts Mike’s arms around his neck.

“You love me so much you got me cereal you hate but know I love. And gave me options.”

“Is all I’m getting from this your arms on me? Cause I gotta tell you, I’m gonna need something a lot better to keep the place stocked with it.” Harvey counters back, putting his hands on Mike’s waist and squeezing his hips.

“Oh I think you’ll do it even if you don’t get a reward.”

“Oh yeah, why’s that?”

Mike continues to grin, hasn’t even stopped grinning at any point during this exchange. “Because you love you me.”

Harvey looks down at Mike and can’t bring himself to say anything another than, “Yeah, something like that.”

Youwere standing in the middle of his room, torn between rolling in hisbed or taking a sweater. With the bed, it would filled with hisscent, not to mention how warm and comfy it was. It would all tooeasy to just fall asleep there, until he came back. The more youthought about it, the more inviting it seemed. Overwhelmingly so.

But,he would most definitely be annoyed over the fact that you had messedhis bed up.

Sweaterit was.

Afterdigging through his dresser and coming up with nothing, you eyed upthe closet.

Bingo.

Sittingin the bottom of the closet, were a few moving boxes. They werepressed more to the back, somewhat hidden by the clothes hanging up.This struck you as odd, especially considering how tidy Bakugo was.There was a place for everything, so why did he not have a place forwhatever was in the boxes? Did he simply overestimate the size of hisroom? Was this seasonal clothing?

Whateverit was, you were going to find out. After all, you were looking asweater.

Whatyou weren’t looking for, was this.

Merchandise.Posters, tshirts, albums, everything you could possibly imagine thatcomes with the territory of fandom. Of being a massive fan.

Whoknew that Bakugo was a huge Ariana Grande fan?

Youpulled out a sweater, not really minding that it said “Thank U,Next” on it. As long as it was warm, comfy, and smelled like him.

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“Y/N!I love your sweater!!” Mina grabbed onto you for a better look,“Where did you even get this? I’ve looked everywhere, andeveryone is out of stock!”

“Oh,it’s not mine. Found it in Baku… uh, in the,” you stumbled overyour words, looking for a way out of the truth quickly, “In theback closet?”

Thelook on her face screamed that she didn’t believe you.

Italso screamed chaos, and something about it made you believe that youwere all about to get into some sort of trouble.

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Seroheld up his phone, along with Kaminari, to live stream what washappening.

“HeyU.A! The Bakusquad is back at it! This time, we’re doing anunboxing of sorts,” Sero laughed, pointing his phone at the twomoving boxes that came from Bakugo’s closet. They had brought themdown to the common room, and set up a makeshift filming area. Tapedoff by Sero himself.

Minajumped up, “Heck yeah! Wefound two mysterious boxes… and you’ll never guess where theycame from. Hint, we called him mcboom boy.”

Yousat on the floor beside the boxes, head in your hands. You cannotbelieve that you got roped into this. It felt like this was all yourfault. If you lost his trust over this, well, you didn’t even wantto think about that.

“Herewe go! And first item is… holy crap, it’s..”

Theyall started laughing and getting up close into the box.

“It’sfilled with Ariana Grande stuff! Oh man, this is amazing!”

“Hestans Ariana!”

“Godis a woman, and Bakugo worships her! Just like we all should!”

Thenit happened.

Hecame back early.

Bakugowalked into the common room, and everyone took a few seconds toprocess what was happening. Then it was pure chaos.

“Oh, he don’t like that.”

Seroand Kaminari took off, still live streaming, screaming. Mina jumpedover the couch to hide behind it. Youand Kirishima triedto grab Bakugo to hold him back. Bakugo himself was yelling his usualprofanities, small explosions coming from his hands.

Whenhe calmed down, you both carried the boxes back up to his room.Bakugo grumbled the entire time, about idiots not knowing whatpersonal space is. And something about how they could’ve wreckedhis stuff.

Oncein his room, you kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry we’re all idiots,Katsuki. But we love you, and you love us.”

Hewould never admit it, but you both knew it was true.

It was their routine.

Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, once in the night.

That was the only thing keeping him together.

The only hope he had of a better life.

A life where he meet his soulmate. A life where they live together, talk together, eat together, watch movies together, cuddle together.

A life where they are just... together.

At the beginning, it was hard. The first time his soulmate wrote to him though their skin. He was rude, he didn't want a soulmate. At least not one like the ones he heard everyone talk about.

He did not want romance. He did not want to be tied to someone because something in his skin told him to. He just wanted a best friend. Everyone laughed at him when he tried to explain it.

But his soulmate did not laugh. His soulmate understood. His soulmate told him that he could be his best friend and nothing more.

His soulmate was the best.

A fond smile grew in his lips until yellings from outside his door made him sigh. He was tired of this shit.

Two more years, two more years, two more years.

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You've got a friend in me reads his arm in pink ink.

Tears fall through his cheeks whilw reading the pink lettering. He has missed 2 days, which means 6 messages. He can't reply. He hasn't reply to any of the worried messages on his skin.

"Are you okay?" "Did I say something?" "Are you hurt?" "Did they hurt you?"

He can't breathe, he feels he's gonna drown on his tears.

His soulmate is gonna hate him.

How can he explain that he's in the hospital? That he almost die? That they almost kill him? That he almost let them?

Please, I just wanna know if you're safe.

He felt hopeless.

*-*

Today it's a big day. He finally ran away. He escaped. He is in college, he doesn't know how exactly but he has a scholarship and this is his ticket to a better life. The only thing missing is his soulmate.

He watches his arm intensely, waiting for the message. It's about time and it does not appear.

Is this a revenge? Why hasn't he written yet? Is he okay? Should he write first?

If this is a revenge is not funny... his soulmate wouldn't do that, but if it is, it's well-deserved, he believes.

You're my best friend he writes first in brown ink for the first time in forever.

He waits. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes...

He must be busy, Remy. It's his first day at college too. Maybe he should get used to this. Now they're gonna be a lot busier, his soulmate is suer friendly, he's gonna make a lot of better friends... he's gonna forget him.

He shakes his head and exhales.

"Let's go for a coffee. That's gonna make me happy, yes." he mumbles and get out of his dorm. He doesn't need his soulmate anyway. Lies.

Just as he's sitting in his new favorite coffe shop, he feel his arm tingle.

You've got a friend in me his arm shows in pink ink. Sorry I didn't write earlier, I left the marker in my bag and I couldn't reach it on the train. <3 Please, forgive me.

He smiles.

*-*

Throughout the years, Remy has learned a lot about his soumate. He knew his name, his obsession with cartoons, his favorite characters, his routine, what he wanted to do when he grew up: a therapist.

That's why he took an optative about it. He wanted to learn about it, he wanted to understand more about the great passion his soulmate had.

He arrived to class with a coffee in hand and sat close to the doors. He wasn't going to deny it, he wasn't too good paying attention to class, reason why he stayed close to the doors, to not bother others when he couldn't stand being in the same place anymore.

He was doodling, drinking his coffee when the professor started calling their names. He heard his and made a two-fingers salute to the professor.

You've got a friend in me read his arm in pink ink.

He frowns. He had already received the afternoon one... why was he sending it again?

"Emile Picani" Mrs. Professor called. He almost stood up trying to find the person that own that name. He spot him and smile.

You're my best friend <3 he replied below in brown ink.

Finally. He couldn't ask for more.

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