lights will guide you home
Former Title: soul-lights
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Summary: At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.
You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy.
Tags/Warnings: soulmate au, trope inversion/subversion, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, fluff, aged up characters, pro-hero characters, eventual smut, mild bullying
Status: Ongoing; Posted Parts: 7/14
In retrospect, you’re not sure what possessed you to offer up your kittens for Ikeda’s plan.
Actually, you do know what possessed you: the urge to resolve things as quickly as possible and your impulse to be helpful. But somehow, your brain didn’t connect the dots between offering up your kittens for a PR scheme and Bakugou’s presence in your apartment.
You watch as Bakugou stands in the middle of your living room, looking disgruntled as Mikan tries to climb his way up his pants. You know it can’t be pleasant, those claw pinpricks up his leg. You just hope Bakugou doesn’t do something horrible like try to kick Mikan off; pro-hero or not, you’d fight him.
“So this is the dumb one,” Bakugou says, reaching out to grab the orange kitten.
“No kitten insults allowed in my house,” you tell him.
He rolls his eyes. After struggling a little with Mikan, those claws hooked into his pants tightly, he manages to pull the cat off of himself. He holds the kitten like he’s never held one before in his life. He probably hasn’t, is your guess.
Mikan, of course, begins to purr. Bakugou stares down at him.
“Thought it was just sound,” Bakugou mutters. “Didn’t know you could feel it. S’like a little motor.”
The purring, he means, you realize. Of the friends and family you’ve had over since fostering the kittens, Mikan always gravitates towards the people who don’t really like cats. It’s mysterious and a little hilarious.
Suppressing a smile, you say, “Some cats purr real quiet, you can only tell if you’re really close. Mikan’s a loud purrer.”
Bakugou looks up, making eye contact with you. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression, but he looks away.
“...Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou says, adjusting his grip on Mikan.