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TRIGGER WARNING: suicide mentions
"In Japanese and Chinese tale, it is said there's a red string that ties soulmates together" my mum points at an illustration in the book she's holding "the red string of fate"
"Woahhhh, it must be easy to find your soulmate!" my 6 year old self says, amazed.
"Oh no, our beings can't see it, it's invisible to our eyes!" she exclaims, pulling me into her side.
"So there's no way to see it at all?" I look up at her.
"Well, there is one way" she looks down at me, her eyes shining like the sun.
"Tell me how!" I kneel and turn to face her, my fists balled in excitement.
"Well, you have to connect to the higher world"
"The... higher world?" i ask, wanting to know more.
She nods "with my quirk, I find it much easier. It's a creation from the Gods" She references her peace quirk. The ability of angels.
I watch her explain, in awe.
"Though theres is far more to it than red strings" she chuckles softly.
MATURE CONTENT NOW ON PATREON (link in bio for access to a smut chapter)
"And now, his lips were stained with the thought of something that'd crossed his mind before, but he'd shoved away.
Stained the same red as those bright vermilion pools, his crimson-dyed strands.
Why was everything so red?"
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After moving away from Japan for a placement in America, Bakugo had cut himself off from his old high school friends. Hell, he barely contacted his family. But, upon his first night of returning to Musutafu, he ran into his old friend.
Perhaps, it was a mistake, rekindling such a raging fire.
#87 BakuKiri out of 1000+