— Charles Bukowski

QUESTION ✨

I’m writing this completely self indulged bnha fantasy au fic for me and @remnants-resisstiment and I was thinking about a way to make it enjoyable for all of us. (Yeah, I kind of know that a lot of ppl don’t like reading about other’s OCs)

I thought why not make it so that you (yes, I’m talking to you lovely sugarcubs reading this 💕) can make a cameo-like appearance inside the story with your own OC. You would send me your OC, some information about them and I’d write them into the story.

Would anyone be interested?

If so, I’d post the first 3 chapters here for you as a reference and give you some more detailed information about what I need from you.

Pls talk to me if you’re interested. Just hit me up in the asks/dm/comments.

Lots of love ❤️ Lin

You can find the story now on ao3!

I just want to know WHAT it was that is making our “I’m not scared of anything” Katsuki look absolutely TERRIFIED

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPP LOOK AT BAKUGOU

I said this to @remnants-resisstiment earlier but Bakubae looks like a rocket launcher 🚀

Curse

Where she’s cursed with immortality so she chases around the reincarnations of her first love over and over again and the one time she’s decided to give up, it just happens to be an explosive blonde.

Warning : none!

Words : 6590 (wtf my goal was 3000)

Masterlist 

A/N : Thank you all for being so patient. The ending is kinda rushed, but I hope you enjoy!

Quirks had left an undeniable mark on the face of society. It just came one day and slapped some magical powers on to someone and left just as quickly, with no explanation whatsoever. No one knew why, or how. Nothing could’ve hinted to the appearance of quirks and none of the decades of research that followed had any more insight into the matter. Y/N was quirkless. Immortal yes, but she had no quirk of herself. She was born a thousand and so years ago, in Japan, and within a decade or two, became known throughout the lands for her immaculate beauty and poise. She became an object of affection for thousands, and one of the men happened to be the emperor. Bakugou Katsuki. He had approached her presence with the sole intent of adding the most beautiful woman in the world to his harem. He was an arrogant and prideful noble, and the thought of her in his grasp has excited him to no end. He could then prance around with his head held up so high that people would crane their necks to meet his eyes. He smugly grinned at the idea of her clinging to his arm, or for her to be waiting for him back at the palace with the rest of his concubines. He flooded her with extravagant gifts, compliments and praises, small private dates in a back garden of the palace, away from prying eyes and complaints of Bakugou’s other dozen girls. She had been easily wooed, being kept away from suitors from an early age, the emperor had certainly been her first escape into romance and she was ecstatic. Her parents had gleamed at the idea of her being with the most powerful man in all of Japan, and had given her away to the palace at the first suggestion of the emperor’s affection. He had fallen in love with her, not only her beauty but her personality, her small habits and her other mannerisms. It wasn’t his initial plan, he had only wanted to add her presence into his long list of women, that he had reassured the other women, but his heart can softened considerably and he had fallen hard. Anyone around the emperor could see that, even the towns’ people were gossiping about it. The other concubines too, quickly caught on. She was a woman of absolute beauty, only a few hairs short of Y/N’s, a princess of a famous descent from China, promised to be married to the emperor. He had taken a liking to her because like himself, she too had a quirk, which was still a very rare trait to have at the time. One of curses, sure it was evil in nature, but she had proven to be a responsible and respected lady. It all turned sour when her fiance liked another woman. In her rage, she had cursed the younger woman. The aforementioned girl had been told what had been done by the princess, by the sobbing and apologetic woman herself, but she was clueless to what extent this curse was. She had forgiven the princess straight away, an act of kindness that the nobles had shined to and the emperor had simply fell more in love with her for. But as countless years went by, she stayed the same. She then truly realised the horrors of her curse and at that moment in time, she wished she hadn’t been so naive, so kind to just forgive the woman who left her life in ruins. The curse was one of immortality. Something she couldn’t escape even after the princess had passed away. To watch her lovers grow up and prosper, only to stay the same young woman when she watched they started to wilt and eventually die.   And so here she was. An entity of over a thousand years old and yet she remained the same bubbly and happy woman on the outside, smiling brightly at the cameras as she walked around the towns. Everyone in Japan knew of her. Not only did her predicament attract the attention of the public, she was also the CEO of Japan’s most well known and successful hero agency. She had set up the agency with her husband, Katsuki, a mere 18 years ago, before he was killed in one of the largest villain attacks in Japan history 2 years after it opened. They had employed All Might when he was in his younger days as well as worked with all of the top 10 heroes, and after his death, she become the sole chairman of the agency. And thanks to the technology present in the modern day, those who weren’t previously interested in her at least knew her name. There was then the nickname the media had given her after she had survived the attack : ‘The Undead Hero.’ She sure as hell wasn’t a hero. For god’s sake she was quirkless! But the internet took joy to praising her successes within the hero world. And as a joke, an online petition started for her to become licensed pro hero and the people in charge decided there’d be no harm, since she can’t die and all, in making her one, titling her in as Pro Hero Number Zero. So here you were, the country’s first quirkless pro hero. ~~~ You had watched the UA sports festival, looking for students to intern here at your company. One certain blonde had caught your eye but you felt yourself flinch at the mention of his full name. It had certainly been a long time since the last time you met another reincarnation of your first love. There had been many different personalities before and the situation you met him in varied to such extent that you had given up with the idea of repeatedly seeking him out and your last encounter with him, or his spirit at least, was your breaking point. You have a good 16 years to grieve his unfortunate and untimely death but even the ten hundred years you were alive wasn’t enough time for you to forget and move on. It seemed that you had a curse where you could never escape your one lover, but maybe that was the package deal with immortality. “We’re definitely sending an offer out to him right boss?” your assistant, Naomi asked, writing down that all so familiar name down on a notepad. “Up to you, I’m taking a break.” you replied, standing up and walking away from the big screen. You knew her eyes softened as she watched your figure retreat out of the room, after all she was there with you after your husband died. Your husband, the one who shared the same name as the boy mentioned. “Alright I’ll send you the list later.” she replied softly, before turning her attention back to the live broadcast, which now showed a green haired boy. “Thanks. I’ll look over it and then you can send out the offers tomorrow.” you said before completely leaving the room. It had been a week since the sports festival and it was time for the internships. You had a very important meeting in the morning, causing you to regrettably miss welcoming the trainee heroes to your agency. Standing up, you voiced your thanks and bowed, to which the other businessmen and women returned the guesture.

“I’ll be expecting to see you soon.” you smiled as Naomi showed then out. “Of course.” one of them replied, smiling once more before all of them left the building. Waiting for them to disappear completely from sight, you turned back around. “Alright, what’s next?” you asked, looking over. “Next we need to speak to the interns. Briefly would be fine but we need a positive review of our work place.” she replied and started walking away, to which you followed. “Of course.” you replied curtly. To be frank, you didn’t need her to remind you how to keep up the reputation, after all you had been running the agency for almost 20 years but you bit your tongue as you didn’t want her to feel as if her work was unwelcome. She was a great assistant and you knew that you needed her and her abilities. Turning the corner, someone roughly crashed you into you, sending you tumbling back a few steps. “Watch it.” they snapped, sending to you a glare. “E-excuse me.” Naomi stuttered. She wasn’t too intimidated by the way the young boy was fuming, instead at her bosses reaction. You had a vendetta against extremely rude people and she braced herself for an ugly ending. “What?” he scowled, turning to send her a nasty look before he turned his attention back to you. You pursed your lips, unsure whether to snap back or not as you didn’t want to cause a scene. The meeting had taken much longer than expected. It was only two in the afternoon but all you wanted to do was sleep, but you needed to meet the interns and consolidate the arrangements with the other heroes that worked here. “Well are you going to say anything?” he asked. “Why are you just standing there like a idiot?” “Young boy I don’t think that’s very appropriate to say to someone.” Naomi said quietly, eyes flickering to observe your reaction. “Well it’s true isn’t it.” You let out a sigh, deciding to not waste your energy on anything out of your plan, especially people who were unnecessarily rude. “Hey, don’t ignore me.” he shouted as you walked past him, your assistant shuffling behind you. You walked briskly towards the training halls, ignoring his shouts for you to acknowledge him. He eventually stopped to pick up a phone call but at that point you had already walked down two corridors, too far away to hear him stop shouting profanities at you. You pushed open the doors to the largest training hall in your building, leaning on the wall next to the door as you watched several people combat each other. You had stayed there for no more than a minute or too when the fuming blonde stomped back in. A green haired boy, Midoriya was it, waved excitedly at the him, but he simply flipped him over, moving over to the side of the hall. If they had any more interactions planned, they had to be stopped there as one of the heroes spotted you, quickly shouting for everyone to come over and you slowly walked onto on of the courts. “I’m glad you to see that none of you are slacking off.” you announced loudly, your eyes scanning over the small crowd of people. “Of course not boss.” a young hero replied. You smiled at her with a small nod. “Boss?” someone shouted and you turned slightly to spot the blonde from earlier, his mouth hung open. “It’s nice to meet you Bakugou-san.” you said, a small bitter edge to your words before you turned back to the rest, a large smile on your face. “Good afternoon everyone, it’s a shame I wasn’t able to welcome you this morning, I hope there hasn’t been any trouble. My name is Y/N and I’m incredibly pleased that you chose to intern at my agency.” “Y/N!” Midoriya shouted, a look of glee filling his face. “You’re my favourite hero, I love you so much.” he shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. The gesture from the boy made you grin even wider. It was almost as if some of his endless energy had been transferred to you. “That makes me very happy, thank you Midoriya.” “She knows my name!” he shouted, earning a few praises and snickers. “Shut up Deku.” Bakugou seethed. He was fuming at the thought of you. He had not only completely embarrassed himself in front of you, but also insulted you, the CEO! He cursed himself for not researching prior to this, but the fact that you seemed so young to him gave no implications that you were the big boss of this place. “Alright.” you shouted, clapping your hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road.” ~~~ Midoriya had fallen asleep extremely quickly, a small ‘good night Kacchan’ and he had been out like a light. But the same had not befallen Bakugou and instead he stayed awake, shifting and turning restlessly as he lay on the bottom bunk. After a few more moments of him lying wide awake, he shuffled out of his bed and left the room. He walked down the corridor, planning to head towards the kitchen when he spotted a light on. It was indeed the same direction in which he wished to go so he followed it. Stepping inside the room, he saw you sat on the couch. Your back was to him and you were muttering something. As he got closer, he made out the words falling from your mouth. “He loves me, he loves me not.” He turned around to exit the room, sure that you wanted nothing but space, but his foot slipped slightly and he fell slightly, cursing. You jumped at the sound behind you. “Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you asked, looking up and around at him with a sniffle. Your cheeks were flush and the tip of your nose red, a few stray tears resting on your cheeks. Bakugou stood their awkwardly as you wiped your sleeve across your eyes and cheeks. He didn’t know what to do in this situation. He hadn’t comforted someone in years, always opting to leave his group of friends to take care of a problem, only ever observing from the side line. “D-do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. He tried to make sure his words were more gentle than usual, careful not to make you start crying again. Your eyes widened at his questioned but you slowly nodded. Patting the space next to you on the couch, you smiled slightly. “Have a seat Bakugou.” You laughed at the irony. Here you were crying about your deceased husband as his reincarnation sat beside you, offer on the table to listen to your troubles. Your mind began to wander at the word troubles. What exactly in your life was going wrong? It was a simple answer really, everything. “So how are you?” you asked, breaking the silence. He blinked a couple times in confusion. “I’m good.” he answered slowly, his voice low and hushed. “Well that’s good.” you nodded turning back to the lonesome rose stem in your hand that you had been previously picking the petal off from. “So why are you up?” you asked. Bakugou at this point was lost for words. Wasn’t you the one who had been crying? Why were you so intrigued in asking him questions? “Couldn’t sleep.” he muttered, a glare on his face as he stared forwards at the coffee table, trying desperately to understand you. “Fair enough.” you hummed, turning to look in the same direction as him, your eyes landing on your untouched mug of hot chocolate. “Do you want a drink?” you asked, gesturing to the mug on the table. “I haven’t drank from it yet.” Bakugou nodded, after all he had come out of his room for the hopes of getting a drink. “Thanks.” he muttered. You watched as the boy brought the mug up to his lips and you thought back to your previous encounter with his spirit. “He liked hot chocolate too.” you mumbled, turning away and back at the rose stem. “Did you say something?” he asked, mug in hand as he sent you a glance. You pursed your lips, taking a moment before shaking you head. “No, it was… nothing.” you trailed off. “Well you accepted my offer so you’d better start talking.” he scoffed, but his angry facade was falling apart almost as quickly as he started it and he was sure you could see through it, but you decided not to comment on it. And so you spent the rest of your night with Bakugou. He had proven to be much more thoughtful than you had imagined, less rude and obnoxious, which you were grateful for. It was obvious that he hadn’t recognised you during your first encounter, and more than likely did not know about your immortality. You didn’t need any more pity for that. So you talked about your husband, to an extent, keeping away from mentioning his name, instead reminiscing the memories you had with him. The younger boy listened, nodding and throwing in small comment here and there. The two of you exchanged a few more words after that topic, but in an hour or two, it was a simple silence. He had fallen asleep next to you, a peaceful look on his face. You got up and cleaned away the mug and flower petals, before returning to your room to get a blanket. Laying it gently on him, you took the liberty to press a kiss to his forehead before leaving, turning off the lights. “Sleep well Katsuki.” ~~~ Bakugou was needless to say, very disappointing that he had barely seen you all week. He understood that you had a lot on your plate running a business, but a part of him had hoped that after your emotional night with him on the first day, you would at least take some time to say hello to him. He had went to the living room a further 5 more times, hoping that you would be there waiting for him. But he found himself being disappointed time and time again when he saw that there was no room with a light on in the corridor. Today was his last day of fully interning, he was due to leave the following morning and although he could say he was very happy to leave the other bastards in the company behind, he couldn’t say the same for you. In truth, he had formed a small interest in you. Call it a crush or whatever, it wasn’t as if he would say it out loud. Sure you had a pretty face and all, that much he would admit, but he was genuinely confused by your appearance. You said you had been running the agency for almost 20 years but you didn’t look anywhere near your 40s? That had greatly puzzled the explosive boy. “Deku.” he shouted, catching the attention of the smart boy as he was chatting with one of the heroes. “Y-yes Kacchan?” “How old do you think Y/N is?” he asked. The green haired boy gasped, shaking his head. “Kacchan! It’s rude to ask about a girls age.” he scolded him, to which Bakugou snorted. “But between you and me, I’d say about a thousand and one hundred?” “Are you shitting me you nerd?” he bellowed, hand raised with his palm upwards, ready to start an explosion. The hero chipped in. “I’d say so too. She’s definitely over a thousand.” she commented. “I think last year was her one thousand and seventyith birthday? I could be wrong, I wasn’t invited to the party.” she sulked. “You two are fucking joking right?” “We’re not.” the hero replied, furrowing her eyebrows before she let out a small gasp. “Are you telling me you’ve never heard of the boss?” “No. Should I have?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes!” she cried out, throwing her hands up in the air, before bringing them down and massaging her forehead. “You’re overreacting.” Bakugou stated, giving a deadpan look to the girl as he let out a 'tch’ in annoyance. “She really not Kacchan, literally everyone has heard of Y/N. She’s a massive sensation in the hero community but also the beauty one, I’m not sure how you’ve never come across her.” The truth was Bakugou had come across your name on his browser, twice, maybe three times. But most of them had popped up during the start of the school year, when Midoriya had suddenly shown up with a quirk. So as soon as he read that you were quirkless, he made sure to avoid your name like the plague. Midoriya soon left to start his patrolling, and left Bakugou standing there, thinking about you. With many more questions than he had answers. ~~~ “Y/N.” he said, standing at the doorway of your office and you and your assistant stared back in confusion. “Hello there Bakugou, is there anything I can help you with?” you asked. He froze up at your question. Why was he here? He had barged past some security just a few moments prior, saying he had something urgent to talk to with the boss, but now that he was here, no excuse would pop up in his mind. “Alright Naomi, give me a few minutes.” you said, handing the papers you hand in your hand off to Naomi before she nodded and left. “So.” you began, leaning forwards so both your elbows were on the desk and your chin rested on the back of your intertwined fingers. “Have a seat Bakugou.” You gestured to the big chair in front of your desk and he complied, sitting down in utter silence. He opened his mouth to speak but it took a few seconds for the words to come out. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” he blurted out. He immediately wanted to slam his head into the desk before him, cringing at his words and the smug smile that you shot him. “If I knew any better, I’d say you missed me Bakugou.” “Katsuki.“ he corrected, eyes trailed carefully on yours. You nodded and ran a hand through your hair.

"Honestly, I’d love to stay and talk Katsuki, but I’m on a tight schedule right now.” you explained, tilting your head to the side as you waited for his response. “Will I see you again tonight?” he asked, his voice so quiet that he seemed almost… shy. Your smile grew wider. “Sure thing. I’ll make sure to swing around earlier so you don’t need to stay up so late waiting for me.” He nodded at your response and started to get up. “Tell Naomi to come back in when you leave.” “Alright.” he muttered, turning away towards the door. “And Katuski?” you said, earning a grunt from the younger male. “I missed you too.” He quickly turned away at your statement but you could see the tips of his ears grow red. Of course you had missed him. He was the only other person you confided in about your husband other than Naomi. But it was truly Bakugou Katsuki that you had missed. His soul that you had hopelessly fell in love with over and over again. The result was always the same, and after each time, you would tell yourself that it was the last. But he would always come back. And you, once again, would fall for him, like a drug that you simply couldn’t fight the addiction of. And so you braced yourself for another heartbreak. After all, it was inevitable. ~~~ Bakugou had waited for you in the living room of the dorm space he currently stayed in, a cup of chocolate in his hands and one for you placed on the coffee table. You kept to your word and came earlier. It was around 11pm when you slipped into the dorm floor of the building. Seeing the light on, you made your way quietly towards it. “Hey.” you said, your voice warm and gentle as he looked up towards you, moving to hand you the mug. “Thank you.” You sat down on the couch with your legs crossed and he chucked a blanket to yo, to which you laid on your lap. “Is there anything in specific you want to talk about?” “You.” he stated. You hummed in response. The rest of the night he asked questions about you, your immortality and more about your latest deceased husband, who he found out the name of. He recognised the hurt that flashed in your eyes as you recalled telling him about your immortality. He had be an accepting person, loving you for you as a person and paying little to no mind to your unchanging outer appearance. At least that was what it seemed on the outside. There had been times were his act slipped and he crumbled, talking about how he wanted to grow old with you, not for you to look the same when he was in his older years and your children looked the same age as you. But of course you hadn’t even gotten the chance to think about having children, setting up the agency had taken up most of your time, and which to this day you still regret. You wished you had spent more time with him, appreciating him instead of work, before his dying moment. You hadn’t thought too much about things, his presence made you live in the moment, not caring about any problems or consequences as long as he was with you. But of course he wasn’t. He had left too early. The younger boy had wrapped an arm around your shoulder when you began to sniffle, grabbing a box of tissues from the table for you. After he was satisfied with the amount of answers you gave him, he opened up about the guilt that he felt for All Might’s retirement. He told you about the things he witnessed during the fight against All for One, how utterly useless he felt. He followed with nightmares that visited him almost every night, how he was force himself to stay awake to avoid them, causing him to form a habit of being unable to sleep. You had been so understanding and sweet that the boy couldn’t help but let out a few tears, relishing in your soft touches and soothing tone that he eventually fell asleep in your arms. The following morning he waited excitedly for you too see him off along with the other heroes from your company. But you didn’t come. He left in the train with a heavy heart, head titled backwards against the glass window as he thought back. He hadn’t seen you in the morning, waking up alone and in his own bed. He had wandered out into the living room, hoping that your figure would be sleeping on the couch, but alas, you weren’t there. His way home was unusually silent. Midoriya had definitely picked up on it but when he attempted to talk to the blonde, he only received shouts and threats. He eventually gave up, opting to leave the teen to his own devices. Once Bakugou returned home, he unpacked him clothes, throwing everything into a pile to wash. He turned every pocket inside out and when he got to his pajama bottom, a small piece of paper fell out. 'Hey sorry I had to leave so early in the morning, here’s my number if you wanted to talk more. xxxxx-xxx-xxx’ He instantly smiled, diving for his phone, typing your number in just as quickly before he sent you a text. ~~~ It had been a few months since the internships and Bakugou had found himself calling you on a regular basis. It would mostly be in late into the night, with you obviously busy with your agency during the daylight hours. You would talk about your day, ask him about his. He would often complain about his classmates, maybe his teacher, but on some rare occasions he would say something nice about them, like how Shitty hair had improved in combat or that Deku was getting progressively less annoying. You listened, giving him tips about a variety of things, ranging from things about the general hero world or what he should get for his pink skinned friend’s birthday. And he soon found himself hopelessly falling in love with you. He hadn’t planned for this to happen. Fuck, he’d sworn to himself that he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences of your immortality, but he found himself crawling back to you even at a bat of your eyelashes. Your grasp on him was truly… inescapable. He had been horrified at the thought, refusing to acknowledge your existence. Your calls would go through to voicemail, your texts left unread. You didn’t understand why he was ghosting you, beating yourself up about it over a few glasses of wine as you slowly sunk into sadness. It was another simply another repeated loop and you recognised all of the signs, but you felt what was left of your heart completely shatter. Sure you had previous reincarnations reject you because they disliked, or even feared, the idea of you being immortal, but they had made it clear at the beginning, not half a year into talking with you daily. Your mood soured drastically, and Naomi had tried to persuade you into talking to her, but you refused to, keeping all of your thoughts bottled up. You buried yourself with more and more work, creating a wall around you that even the one or two friends you had couldn’t break down, let alone your employees. The company continued to receive praise, by media and heroes alike, but what used to be your sole joy and pride left nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth. You had gotten so used to Bakugou’s company that without hearing his voice left you so empty. And to save yourself from being hurt like a broken record on repeat, you gave up on love. ~~~ It was on an interview that Bakugou witnessed the true extent of what his actions had done to you. He had the unfortunate timing of walking in when Midoriya was watching your interview live on the big screen in the common room. Bakugou had initially refused to stay, but his friends had forced him to, saying something about how he should see how his old mentor was doing. He had complained to the point where his friends willingly let him go but instead he begrudgingly stayed, standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed as he furrowed his brows at the screen You sat across from the interviewer, a tired expression on your face as you explained the agency’s plans and future aims. The other woman nodded, asking questions here and there, and then it came to the questions fans asked. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” The question caught you off guard and your breath hitched. You tried to take a deep breath in but everything around you started to blur together into nothing but a background noise. “S-sorry, could I have a moment?” you asked, but before she gave you any answer, you had already left the set. At the same time, Bakugou slipped out of the common room, his heart clenching at the terrible state you were in. When he first met you, only a few months ago, you stood high with your head help up high, a sort of excitement in your eyes, an aura of authority when you dared to ignore him! But now you were reduced to short sentences and even shorter smiles, fake and forced. And unbeknown to you, you were doing the same to him. His loud shouts had reduced to smaller, and less often sharp erratic outbursts. The distance he had put between him and his friends was almost immeasurable and none of them could reach even close enough to console him in the slightest. He had shut the world out completely, solely focusing on training and school work. He gritted his teeth as he fought back the itch to call you, but eventually he relented, taking him phone out of his pocket and dialling on your number. He sure wasn’t expecting you to pick up, but when you did, his heart felt elated. “Hello?” you asked, your phone on speaker by the side as you dried your hands in the bathroom, lookign at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself an encouraging nod. “H-hi.” he whispered, locking himself up in his room as he sat down on the floor, his back against the door. “I’m sorry.” ~~~ He was in his early twenties, too young to be giving up what his future held. You hadn’t meant to choose his path for him, but you had indirectly done so when you said no. So there he sat with his head in his hands, cheeks stained with tears and the ring somewhere lost in the corner of his room. It was selfish, you knew, but the time you spent with him only felt like a ticking bomb, each week, day, hour even, was counting down to the day in which you would lose him. And you weren’t ready. He knew it was a stupid move to make. After all, you have discussed with him countless times about how scared you were to commit to a relationship you knew would once again end up in flames. “Death is inevitable.” he said, watching as you fiddled with his sleeve as you laid together on the couch. “Well not for me.” you countered back. “If you could remove this curse, would you?” “I don’t know Katsuki. I’m honestly so scared.” You shifted so your face was buried in his chest. “I’ve seen what death can do and I’m just so, so scared.” “I want to grow old with someone I love.” you continued. “I really do. But I don’t know how to feel knowing that was my last few years alive. I’ve been around for so long that I’ve become afraid to die.” “I’m tired of the heartbreak, but there’s always a comforting moment because I know you’ll come back. Sooner or later, your soul will be back in my arms, whether it takes 20 years or 200. But if I were to find a way to remove my curse and you died before me, I’d never see you again.” He found himself at a lack of words that day. Nothing would leave his mouth so the only thing he could do to comfort you was to hug you even tighter. Eventually something came to his mind. “What if I just find a way to be immortal too?” he asked. You looked up at him. “That’s highly illegal Katsuki. Think about it, if you could easily do that, then everyone would be able to live forever. And normally, the effect of the quirk disappears as soon as they die.” He hummed in response, mood downcast that he couldn’t help you in any way. He spent the rest of the night comforting you to the best of his abilities. You truly had felt better after his words, but he didn’t see the subtle change in mood. He wanted to reassure you, to be someone you could rely on. But all he brought into your life was constant worry. He replayed your words in his head on a loop. He already saw this coming, but his constant refusal to acknowledge his situation had led to his downfall.   You had sent him a quick message and in the following days, you hadn’t picked up his calls in days. He had called your assistant as well as visited your company, but he was told you weren’t there. He cried in anguish at how hell bent you were at avoiding him, even going to the extent of having your employees lie for you. But he soon found that they weren’t lying. No one had seen you in weeks and your fans had picked up on it fairly quickly. There were articles all over the internet, forums and interviews with her assistant and closest friend. “She has left on her own accord.” Naomi stated as multiple cameras flashed in her eyes. You had told her you were out to seek happiness, as vague as it had been, and that she needed to cover for you during the month or so that you were gone. That was all of the information you had given her, before you disappeared without a trace. She sighed at your foolishness but part of her resonated with you, knowing she too would do anything for her love.  You sent Bakugou a 'I’ll talk to you later’ text, before taking apart your phone, leaving it under your pillow before grabbing your get away bag and leaving by train. His proposal haunted your every thought, and it drove you insane. He knew you were scared of commitment and heartache and yet he still asked you! You didn’t blame him though. More so yourself. Nobody had made you talk to him about your troubles or reach out to him. You had given him your phone number. He could’ve left your company with new knowledge about the hero world and not about you, but he already had your heart and you had taken the opportunity to reconcile with your first love, regardless of whether it would leave you in ruins in the future. You were going to make this right. You were so utterly tired of the constant dull looming tide of sadness, doubt, anger. You wanted it to end, you really did. You had told Bakugou you were scared of dying. You were. But your greatest fear was losing him and you couldn’t take it anymore. You raised your hand to knock and a large smile decorated your face. It had been a good month since you had last talked to him. You had set out to the remote countryside, searching for some young woman who had a curse removing quirk. 

You had gone with no expectations, telling yourself over and over again that you would be fine if it was unsuccessful. But deep down you knew you would be distraught if your current situation could not change.

The door opened to the blonde, his instantly furrowed his brows as his mouth hung open.

“Hey Katsuki.” “Y-Y/N?” “I think I’m going to die-” “What?” he shouted, startling you. “Let me finish.” you laughed. “I think I’m going to die in 50 or so years. Hopefully longer if that means I can be with you until old age.” “W-what are you talking about?” he asked, confusion littering his face. “I’m no longer immortal.” you grinned, before it fell slightly. “At least I think I am, the girl told me he got rid of the curse fully, but I’m not expecting too much.” He continued to stutter, incoherent sentences falling from his lips as he fought back tears. “Surprise?” you asked, letting out a nervous chuckle. You started to grow worried at his reaction. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but your feet stayed frozen in place, after all you had rejected him a month or so ago.   “Y-you got rid of your curse?” You nodded and he asked another question. “For me?” “Of course silly. Who else am I going to die with?” you laughed. His nose scrunched up as he tried desperately to comprehend the situation. “Aren’t you scared?” “You’ll be there with me right?” “Of course.” he quickly said, nodding his head. “I thought.” he trailed off and wrapped you up in his arms, head in the crook of your neck as his body shook with sobs. “I thought you left me.” “I’m sorry.” you said repeating it quietly over and over again. “I love you so much.” “I love you too.”

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