A life with you… (Kirishima EijirouXReader)
a/n: this is my first ever server collab with the first server im part off!! im so so so so so so excited for this and i hope you enjoy reading this and the other stories as well!
summary: In a world filled soulmates that couldn’t see colour without making eye contact, your quirk made people able to do so and it made your life hell. That is, until you meet your own soulmate.
warnings: panic attacks, past bullying, a villain attack, you are taken as a hostage,,kinda, a shitty quirk bUT!!! a fluffy end
The day you got your quirk was also the day your life started becoming hell. Your doctor called your quirk “Soulmate”, which was painfully accurate. Whoever you made eye contact with immediately fell in love with you, so much so that their brains malfunctioned and made them able to see all colours. You wouldn’t see any colour until you met your soulmate, but your mere existence disturbed this whole concept. Your quirk only lasted for around ten minutes though, so there was at least one good thing about it. It caused people you didn’t know to fall for you at first sight, made them see colours they weren’t supposed to see yet or again and they would always try to explain to you that you were their soulmate. You understood this and felt sorry for making them go through something like that, but you couldn’t control it. So, you learned from a young age how to explain to people that you weren’t their soulmate, kindly apologize and then leave as quickly as you can.
You were only four years old and you had never experienced such hateful glances and harsh shoves before. The day you got your quirk was the day all of your friends turned on you and warned, rather stopped, anyone else to come close to you. They said you would only make them love you and trick them into staying with you, even though that wasn’t the case at all. You couldn’t control your quirk one bit and every mean thing they said hurt you even more. Your small heart was breaking, your mind closing in on you, caging you in, only letting you be with yourself and your thoughts that turned darker by the second.
You were five when you asked your parents for glasses that didn’t let your eyes peak through. They agreed quickly, having noticed how timid and reserved you had gotten since you got your quirk. You didn’t look up at anyone, your eyes were always glued to the floor. You stayed alone as much as you could, silently rehearsing what you had to say if you did accidentally use your quirk on someone.
All your life you heard the mumbled words of others around you, talking about you, your quirk and how they could use you to see colour for the first time. You were like a cheat code in the system and people wanted to take advantage of that. And they did, too. You were tormented, pushed and shoved, because you didn’t want to take your glasses off. They bullied you until your glasses fell on the floor and pulled your eyes open. That was the day you begged your parents to let you attend an online school.
They let you, so you stayed home, in your small room. Alone, isolated and drowned in your own thoughts and taunting memories that seemed to repeat again and again in your head, every time more extreme, changing into something even worse. Your memories changed and every time it felt real. You couldn’t even trust yourself or your memories anymore.
Many years since that time have passed. While you were still plagued with the harsh thoughts, you had help. You went to therapy twice a week and it really did help with your situation. You even were able to go to work and interact a bit with people. It wasn’t easy, but you wanted to get better with everything again. You wanted to talk to people, you wanted to look into someone’s eyes, you wanted to do things everyone deemed as completely normal, but…you couldn’t. There still was a huge shadow behind you, holding you back, but every day you were working on making it smaller. It was hard and frustrating and sometimes you failed.
Today was one of those days, the ones where you failed. It wasn’t fault though, it wasn’t your fault that the concrete underneath you was breaking, the windows of the buildings beside you completely shattered. The people around you obviously running for their life, desperate screams and huffs leaving them.
The glasses you always wore had fallen off at the intense earthquake. You didn’t know if it was an earthquake or quirk and you didn’t care. The only important thing for you at that moment were your glasses. The moment you lost them you were already on the floor, reaching around you with closed eyes, only to get your hands stepped on. Panic spread around your body, uncontrollably shaking you through. You slowly backed up to a wall of a building, eyes tightly pressed together and hands hovering over them. Your breath was unsteady, either too quick or non-existent for a few moments.
The steps around you, the screams, everything seemed so far away that you didn’t even notice the noises dying down. You didn’t notice the person coming towards you with a crazy smirk, not even when they were leaning over you, breathing heavily on the top of your head.
“Look at me, doll,” he said with a rough voice. You froze immediately, a broken sob forcing its way out of you, followed by a small whimper. Would you die here? “I said look at me.” The anger in his voice was very clear and you cursed yourself for still existing.
You didn’t answer, didn’t even move and that fuelled his anger even more. A hand littered in scars made its way under your jaw, gripping you tightly and squishing your cheeks a little. He forced your head up, ripped your hands from your eyes. Small whimpers and short breaths left you as you opened your eyes slowly.
It had been a long time since you saw the city without your glasses, even if you still didn’t see colours. It was beautiful, but you couldn’t focus on that right now. For a split second your eyes met his, immediately closing again. His grip on you faltered, slightly softening as he came closer to you.
“Y-you’re my soulmate? You?”, his voice wasn’t anything above a whisper, you could barely hear him. A shaky breath left your lips, thinking about your options. You nodded your head slowly, as much as you could. You felt disgusting, dirty with his hands and eyes on you.
The next moments happened quickly, your brain couldn’t even keep up with what was happening. Suddenly his hand moved around your neck, picking you up by it as he stood up himself, dangling you over the ground by your throat. He pressed your back against his chest, turning to probably look at someone. His hand around your neck tightened lightly, was he talking to someone? Was someone else there? Another villain? A hero?
Your eyes still tightly closed, hands gripping his to get him to let you go. You couldn’t properly breath, your legs weakly struggling to step on the broken concrete again. Your ears picked up a faint conversation, but the panic and the lack of air made it hard to focus on anything else than your fear of death. “I can’t just leave my soulmate here, now can I? That would be a shame, look how pretty she is. Struggling so cutely,” he growled to the other person, leaning down to your ear so you would hear him too. “Look over there, sweetheart. There’s a little hero, trying to save you. Show him your pretty eyes, come on.”
You swallowed hard and he felt it, tightening his grip on your throat. “Go on.” In his free hand was suddenly a knife and he slid it over your stomach, barely touching you with it. You slowly pried your eyes open, blinking a few times before looking for a spot near the hero so it would look like you were looking at him, but you weren’t. His grip tightened even more, completely cutting off your air. Your eyes teared up, blurring your view, your feet weakly hit his legs and your hands still tried to get his hands off you, but without success. The world around you slowly darkened and the last thing you felt was being thrown to the side and hitting the hard floor. A faint scream calling out for you, but it didn’t reach you soon enough.
Everything felt heavy and light at the same time, a bright light blinding you even through your eyelids. You knew opening your eyes would be a pain, but you had no choice. You took a few seconds to prepare yourself before finally opening them and being hit by the bright light directly. Slowly you lifted your hand to rub over them, looking to wake yourself up more. You slowly sat up on the hard bed and looked around the boring hospital room, confused as to why you were here.
“Good morning,” a smooth voice called from beside you, catching your attention immediately. Your head snapped to him and you were about to scream out in fear, but before you could you locked eyes with him. The moment you did, everything around you started to get colour. His red eyes and hair were the first things that you saw in colour.
He was obviously just as shocked as you were, eyes open wide and scanning over your body wildly. His expression changed from surprised to confused, eyes stopping at your beautiful ones. “I thought you were...,” he started, but quickly stopped himself from saying more. He bit his very soft looking, pink lips and that was the first time you saw his sharp teeth.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, it was the first time you wanted to stare at someone for as long as you could. After a few moments of silence you started to tell him about your quirk and how it affected the villain, thankfully. He made sure to ask if this whole soulmate thing between the two of you was real, which hurt your feelings a bit, but of course you answered truthfully, with a small nod and a smile.
Making a conversation with him was easy, he was so happy, so motivated to get to know you. Shy, but so eager to finally get to meet and talk to you. He was quite proud that he had saved you and you were quick to praise and thank him. The two of you talked and talked until his phone rang, interrupting him from telling you about one of his friends. You supposed it was another friend, the goofy smile on his lips as he stood up from his seat and walked around the room, the whispered “I found my soulmate, Bakugou.” It was amusing to see him talking to him, a light red shade spreading on his cheeks as he continued talking to his friend. Sometimes you could even hear yelled responses from the phone, but Kirishima’s calm expression made you giggle softly. Just what were you getting into, having a soulmate with so many friends, so much energy and so much to tell? The only thing you knew that it was going to be fun and never boring. Not with him.
The day you got your quirk was the day your life became hell, but the day you got to meet your sweet soulmate Kirishima Eijirou was the day your hell slowly became heaven.
this was so much fun to write and it’s the first thing i ever wrote with like,,,more than 1500 words???so that’s really awesome and i hope i did well!! i love my kiri very very much and i hope i got his character right in this one, even though he wasn’t that much in it,,, anywAy i really really hope you enjoyed reading this and read the stories from my friends too!!!
