warnings: none that I can think of other than that there's a mention of touching ass
notes: reader's pov, gn! reader, kinda self indulgent ngl but either way enjoy some baku fluff!!
"I love to kiss your neck. its so supple and soft, perfect for a little kiss..." you mumbled against his neck
its true, you do love his neck.
you two cuddle a lot during winter and since Katsuki's a walking furnace, you would just bury your face in his neck and he likes to hold you, therefore its a win-win for both.
you don't get to be 'sappy and shit' as he likes to put it all the time but when you do, you try to make the most of it
like now,
"I like your ass-" he says, holding you
"damn, way to ruin the mood" you cut him off, feeling him run his hand towards your said ass
"well, I had to say something before you got all sappy and shit" he says, chuckling at your pout
but you both know these are those lovey-dovey sappy moments you both crave
his crude yet somehow loving words, simple touches and glances
your little smiles, teasing words, light brushes against him and nicknames
they make up for the moments away
you two aren't big on PDA but damn, those little moments where you and him are holding hands or walking through the hallways together, just enjoying the other's company, that's your sappy and shit
and you know that, so does he.
--> reblog, comment and send in some feedbacks since I am writing for the first time in a way! appreciate you for reading, thanks!!
tags: GN reader, soulmate au (bonded by a thread), love as a choice, hurt and comfort, reader implied to be a hero, friends to lovers, hopeful ending
wc: 1k+
Phantom now, where it lies dormant behind your ribs; you remember the feeling so clearly. You often wondered if Katsuki had endured just as much as you did that day, and every day since. Chest cavity hollowed out, leaving an intangible echo of what might’ve been.
There was never any indication of regret in his behaviour — in fact, his shoulders had been undeniably relaxed, as if a burdensome weight had been lifted. He returned to the dorms the weekend after his eighteenth birthday, hands deep in his pockets, wearing a signature scowl that you all knew was for show, and mentioned it offhandedly as though he’d gotten a haircut.
Claiming that fate shouldn’t have a hand in his decisions, Katsuki had severed your soulmate bond, blissfully unaware that his thread ever led to you.
The reactions varied. Astonished, sad— furious, some of them, on his soulmate's behalf. Your lack thereof earned a few curious stares, but there was nothing left for you to say.
You learned to live with it.
Fraught anger preceded the pain. In those final months at UA, avoiding your best friend became second nature. You couldn’t meet his prying eyes without feeling a pang of betrayal, but you were honest enough to admit that it helped to watch him fret. To have him chase you a little, despite what he’d done.
When grief arrived it came like an old friend. You would sob, rub at the cold spot at the back of your neck and hope the friction would create a spark. There was guilt, too. Katsuki wasn’t dead, and yet you were curled up in your bedsheets, mourning the pages of a book you would never get to read. You would touch him sometimes, with one hand and the other; like your fingers might meet his flesh and the split ends of your souls would naturally coil together. At best, you received a quiet grunt and a scathing look.
The science behind soulmates has never been exact. A rare phenomenon that seldom could be measured. Much like anything to do with the human spirit, it was an innate feeling, beginning with a knot at the top of your spine that grew and grew. Loop, through, pull.
It made sense, you think, that Katsuki would not want a part of his life handed to him on a silver platter. Soulmates had been peddled to the masses as a glorified fairytale for centuries. The fated love at first sight. Your souls would meet again with a heart-stirring click. With how little is known, you supposed it was easy to convince people that was true.
But that never happened for you. Amidst the adrenaline of the entrance exam, Katsuki had flown through a narrow alley, body tensed to withstand the recoil, outstretched his arms and directed a precise explosion at one of the towering robots. Everything fell away for one, fleeting moment as you watched it collapse into itself. And in your wonderment, Katsuki, with his unshakeable hubris, had snarled at your inaction.
“What the fuck are you waitin’ around for? Guess they just let any loser take this exam, huh”.
No fireworks, no miraculous click, no rain soaked embrace. Your first interaction with him left you disgruntled. That day, you carried your wounded pride home with a fire in your belly, determined to prove yourself capable, and you’d been so fixated on having him eat his words that the niggling in your nape had been inconsequential.
In hindsight, the sudden insatiable need to show your worth to a complete stranger should have been an obvious sign. You always looked for one another in a crowd, seeking the other’s approval. Through trial and tribulation you grew closer, forged an infallible friendship, and suddenly Katsuki was always in your orbit.
You’re not sure that telling him would have changed anything. Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t have accepted it. Soulmates are a liability, a weakness for villains to exploit, and Katsuki was whole on his own, he declared. You couldn’t disagree, nor could you put it into words.
Katsuki would always be Katsuki. With or without you.
Thus, you let things be. Graduated UA straight into a cushy sidekick job at Fatgum’s agency and rented an apartment within a ten minute walk. Shared your first kiss, had your first fuck, cried when your heart was broken for a second time. A third. A fourth. He held you through the night after you lost your first civilian, and the searing impression of his lips had lingered like a brand on your temple for weeks. Katsuki’s arms were always open, a place you could come home to and revel in the rightness of it.
The severance still hurt to think about. There were days in which it ached, like an old broken bone that hadn’t set quite right. On others you were a frayed nerve, tender to touch and quick to anger. Having to cohabitate with perennial heartbreak wasn’t the most comfortable of circumstances, but things were good. You were content.
The true paradigm shift came abruptly, and with a box of pancakes.
Fluffy, golden brown and stacked evenly. Katsuki rarely deviated from routine — meal plan included. Your gaze was drawn to the sound of cardboard sliding across your desk, food pushed carefully toward you by a gloved hand. Katsuki’s cheeks and ears had matched the fleshy pink of the strawberries, and you distinctly recall the colour slipping from your mouth.
“You’ve been weird lately, so,” he huffed, shifting his weight between each foot and tucking his chin to his chest in such a way that his glare lost all impact. “Don’t fuckin’ mention it. Not a word”.
You realise then, that soulmate bond or not, you had fallen in love with him. That Katsuki hadn’t stolen anything from you. Rather, he had driven off road and tossed you the keys. Hands off the wheel, speeding down the winding highway, exhilaration taking space from the air in your lungs. No direction, no route set in stone. Free to go wherever you pleased.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” he asked, his hackles raised as he reached out, flicking your forehead. Shoulders shaking and tears lining your lashes, you resolved to stand strong at his side.
To prove him wrong, and to choose him, again and again.
