You were a couple of months older than your (unfortunate) soulmate, Katsuki Bakugo. It was told that when you turned sixteen years of age, you would get a small plush of your soulmate. Oh, you freaked when you saw it was the class hothead. You were always at each other's necks, and when you told your friends, they screamed with you.

But you had...kinda grown used to it. If you had a fever, you'd hold it close to your chest and fall asleep with it. You kept it by your side as you did homework, holding it close to you. You couldn't help it. It was a lone plush. You liked cuddling with things, anyway...

Little did you know that Bakugo felt everything.

Randomly, his body felt warmer in the middle of the night, and he'd make a grumble about it - throwing his pillow at the wall in anger and almost exploding. He'd feel random envelops of warmness as you cuddled his plush. It wasn't like he knew it, though.

Soon enough, his birthday begrudgingly approached. It was celebrated (not like he wanted to, he told everyone "to stay the hell away or else I'd blast your faces off"...typical, honestly) by the class. You knew as soon as he got back to his room, his magical plush of you would appear.

That was why you've been avoiding him all day.

See, Bakugo believed in equal rights, equal fights. He was gonna take his anger out on you, no matter who you were or what gender you were.

So when you heard a sudden "WHAT THE FUCK -" from his room, you knew it was over.

He burst through your door, his explosions doing a pretty good job at knocking it aside. The smoke from his palms followed as he stomped in your room. He held the soulmate plush in his hands, gripping it like he wanted to rip its head off.

You felt a deep hurt in your soul. You weren't sure if your being was tied to the new plush, or it was the fact that not even he accepted you as a soulmate.

"Whats the damn meaning of this!?" He yelled, extending his hand as he thrust the plush out for you to look at.