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In a world where quirks are so commonplace and shown off, soulmates are surprisingly kept very private, especially for heroes.
Kirishima looked down after waking up and screamed. He finally got his soulmate mark, but it certainly was not what he was expecting, and he did not expect it to be so large. He has the notes of a song dancing across his chest. They start at his collarbones and curl in waves down along his pectorals, his sternum, before dipping like a twisting staircase across his left ribs one at a time until the last few bars wrap around his hip. It is without question the biggest and the most annoying soul mark anyone could possibly get. What was even worse was the fact that he was hoping his mark would be explosions. Kirishima had been pining after Bakugou for nearly a year and while it was well-known that Bakugou did have a soulmate mark, no one, not even Midoriya, had seen it.
"Oi shitty hair, you ok?" Kiri heard the banging on the door. "Yeah Bakubro, give me like 5 minutes. I just got my soulmate mark, and it is huge! He must be really manly!"
BOOM!
Kiri barely managed to grab his books and rush out to find Bakugou letting off a series of explosions right in the hallway. "He? So you already know who it is?"
Kiri started to panic, realising he just gave away the fact that he was gay to his best friend. Deciding that telling the truth would be the best option, "Bakugou... I'm gay. That's why I know it's a he."
"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Wait, your gay? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Did you really think I would judge you for that shitty hair?!" Bakugou started softly, volume increasing until he was screaming by the end.
"Shhhhhhh you're going to wake the others up. Also, I didn't know how you felt about the LGBT+ community. There are no openly gay heroes. What was I supposed to do?" Kiri whisper-shouted.
"Whatever shitty hair. Let's go. Class is starting soon."
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"Bakubro what's wrong?" "PUT ON A FUCKING SHIRT SHITTY HAIR AND STOP FLASHING UR MARK!" "THEN SHOW ME YOUR MARK" "NO, FUCK OFF"
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"Bakubro are you going to participate in the talent show?"
"The one for losers? Of course not, I'm the best, so I'll obviously win."
"Midoriya is participating with Todoroki-"
"THOSE FUCKERS I'LL SHOW THEM WHOSE THE BEST-"
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Kirishima was really nervous. It was the day of the talent show, and Bakugou had flat out refused to tell him what he was working on. Only Mina and Jirou knew, and it was near impossible to get them to spill the tea. And Mina was known as the biggest gossiper in 1-A alongside Aoyama and Denki.
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(a few days ago)
Kirishima stared at Bakugou's serene sleeping face as he dozed off at the table. Bakugou had agreed to stay up to help Kirishima cram for the vocabulary test the next day. Still, it was clearly hours beyond his bedtime, so when Kirishima was ready to call it a day, it should not have been that much of a surprise to see a sleeping Bakugou. What was a surprise was when Bakugou started to sleeptalk. "jirou-" "What the hell?! Bakugou liked Jirou? Since when? Do I have competition?" Kirishima was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Bakugou waking up. "Finally done shitty hair? Thank fuck. I'm going to bed." "Thanks, Bakubro." Bakugou looked at him weirdly but shrugged and left it at that.
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There were many impressive talents like card throwing, hypnosis (without quirks) and etc. However, Kirishima was most eager for and simultaneously dreaded Bakugou's performance. He was assured that Bakugou was going to confess to Jirou and he was going to get heartbroken.
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"Oi shitty hair, sit down. I want to play you something."
"Bakubro? I didn't know u could play the violin!! Play me something!"
"That's why I asked you to sit down, you idiot!" "Ok, ok, sorry!"
Bakugou played a melody that was strangely familiar and enchanting. Kirishima felt like he could float away with it. It felt as natural as his heartbeat, the blood running through his veins, the casual arm over his best friend's shoulder, the "I love you"s but that was it. They were just best friends and nothing more, and that was what hurt the most. Blinking away the pain, he applauded. "I have to be strong for him. After all, I love him, and I want him to be happy even if it isn't with me." Bakugou looked at him expectantly, and his face dropped for some unknown reason. He packed up and left mumbling under his breath. While Kirishima might not have heard, Jirou most certainly did.
"My soulmate is a fucking idiot."
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It was the same melody that Bakugou had played for him. It was for him. Not for Jirou not for Mina but for him. He was calling for Eijirou, not Jirou. His soulmate was on stage and wrote him a love song. HIS SOULMATE. How did he not realise? There was no one else visible other than Bakugou- no Katsuki, and the sound of their song, their love, their heartbeat and THEIR future. Kirishima couldn't wait for it to come.
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"Katsuki, I really love you." "Of course you do, I'm amazing!"
Kirishima smiled softly looking at the small tattoo of their intertwined hands from Kamino over Katsuki's heart.
Wittle prologue for those of you who stuck around <3 yall awesome I love
"Hey, Bakugou? I can't sleep."
"How many times have I told you to call me Katsuki? Also, I can sleep, good night."
"Katsuki pleaseeeee?"👉👈🥺
"It's 2 am on a school da,y for fucks sake so this better be good. Now let's go for a walk or something."
"Katsuki, you're wearing a bunny onesie?"
"WHAT?! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEEEEEEE!!!!!!" and the door slammed shut.
"WAIT KATSUKIIIII IM SORRYYYYYY!!!"
"GO AWAY!"
"You look cute babe~"
"Ba-babe?! IM NOT UR SHITTY BABE!!"
"Your blush says otherwiseee~ cmon dynamite let's go."
"Fucking fine."
"Do you really never wear any tight-fitting pants? You need to show off ur thiccc ass."
Bakugou turns to leave, but Kirishima hoists him up and runs towards the woods.