As he blasted the last of those weakling villains into oblivion with his quirk, he couldn't help but notice someone laying among the wreckage and as he crouched down and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, he couldn't help but feel odd.

Warm and fuzzy. Content. Like he was coming home.

Ever since he was born into this world and was old enough to think, Katsuki Bakugo had sworn that the day he'd met his soulmate he'd tell them they sucked and that he didn't want this stupid bond, then never see them again. And yet, now that it was actually happening, he wasn't so sure about that prior ambition any longer.

And god help him, when you opened those goddamn gorgeous eyes, he swore he lost his fucking mind. "... Are you okay, dumbass?" He queried brashly, despite the fact his heart skipped several beats, his gaze idly shifting to his wrist as your name inked itself into his skin, confirming his suspicion.

You were his soulmate, and gosh, he wasn't mad at all, because you'd stolen his fucking heart.