"EHHH?! Your soulmate is Kacchan?!!"

Izuku's scream could practically be heard from outer space, and you had to clamp a hand across his mouth to shush him.

"Yes," you mumbled back, glancing around the halls to ensure that nobody from your class had heard. "But I'd like to keep it between just us for now. We only just had our first real conversation yesterday, and this is still very new to the both of us, so I think he'd appreciate it if I didn't go around telling everyone."

"A-ah. Okay, then." Izuku smiled sheepishly. "My bad. I'll try to be more quiet from now on."

You smiled back at him. Currently, you were walking side-by-side with Uraraka, Izuku, and Iida on your way towards the classroom. You'd already explained everything to Uraraka last night, but you'd made sure to fill your other friends in first thing in the morning. Iida had been just as stiff as always, but with the way his jaw clenched, you could tell that he felt a bit sorry for you. Uraraka had nearly fainted when you'd first told her, and was still very uneasy about the whole thing.

Before, you would've shared in your friends' concern, but you'd turned over a new leaf. You would let nature run its course, and if this was truly meant to be, all the better. He wasn't anywhere near as crude and hateful as you'd first thought—he just had his flaws, like everyone else.

Although he definitely needs to start working through those issues of his...

Still, you felt a lot better after having spoken to him. It definitely hadn't been the sappy, romantic reunion that most girls would've hoped for, but that was fine. For now, you would just have to take baby steps. Which is why when you stepped into the classroom and spied those familiar ash blonde locks, you were actually happy.

Before you realized it, you were already hovering by his desk, a timid smile gracing your lips.

"Good morning, Katsuki-kun."

He snapped his head back, crimson orbs widening at your words. You'd told him yesterday that you wanted to start calling each other by your first names, but he still looked surprised to hear you say it.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "The hell do you want, coming over here with that stupid look on your face?"

"You mean...a smile?"

"Same shit."

"Oh, well..." You clasped your hands together, unaware of the small flush dusting your cheeks. "I wanted to give it a try, what I said yesterday. I still don't think that we should try to force anything, but it can't hurt to act a bit more familiar, right?"

He leaned back in his chair, only to prop his feet up on his desk—already, you could hear Iida yelling at him from the background.

"I don't know your name," he said curtly. "And to be honest, I don't really care."

You smiled, unaffected. "I know for a fact I told it to you yesterday. You might seem a bit hotheaded and impulsive, but I get the feeling that you're smart, so I'm sure you wouldn't have forgotten it already."

Katsuki smirked. "I guess it just wasn't important enough for me to bother remembering."

All you could do was let out a sigh. Seriously, was this how things were going to be with him all the time? If the two of you were soulmates, it meant that you would go on to spend the rest of your lives together; or at the very least, that's how it was supposed to be. This guy was then meant to become your boyfriend, then husband—yet here he was, acting like he didn't even know your name.

Your lips pulled up into a sour pout. "You're hurting my feelings, Katsuki-kun."

"The fuck? Over what?"

"You won't even call me by my name," you huffed out, increasingly aware of how childish you sounded. Normally by this point, you would've just backed down and not even bothered anymore, but he was bringing out a stubbornness in you that you didn't even know you had.

"You're just being a baby," he dismissed, waving you off with one hand. "Come on, go bother someone else. It's too early for you to start nagging me."

You did your best to remain composed, but you couldn't help stick your tongue out at him as you walked away. Katsuki merely scoffed, raising his middle finger to flip you off. Uraraka, Izuku, and Iida had been watching the whole scene transpire.

The brunette couldn't help but giggle. "What's this? Looks like I was worried for nothing. They're already acting like a married couple."

Izuku stared back at her in bewilderment. He just couldn't understand how any part of that had been good.

—

Not long after, the students had settled down into their seats once Aizawa took to the front. He was carrying a stack of papers in hand.

"I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluations from yesterday's battle trial," he announced, flinging the pile down. "On that note, Bakugou—" his eyes shot over in the blonde's direction, "Stop acting like a child. You're wasting your own talent."

You'd been half-expecting Katsuki to slam his fist down onto the table and yell out a curse, so you were surprised to hear him mumble lowly instead.

"...I know that."

He'd been humbled by his experience, to say the least—that much you'd witnessed first-hand. There were still so many things that you didn't know about him, but his passion and drive to be the best...it wasn't a bad quality at all. It honestly made you respect him.

Maybe I need someone like him in my life. He's got so much more direction than I do. I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from him.

You found yourself smiling inwardly. Slowly and surely, this whole "soulmate" thing was starting to make a bit more sense to you.

Aizawa had a few more words to direct towards Izuku, regarding his continuous reckless usage of his Quirk. He wasted no time in nodding back, emerald eyes gleaming with determination. Your teacher then redirected his attention back to the rest of the students.

"...Oh, also. We need to pick a class president."

The entire room fell into an uproar, hands rocketing towards the sky. You couldn't say that you cared much for being in charge of others; more like, you didn't understand the appeal. It made sense that a hero would have to learn to be in control of a situation, and it would be useful experience, but you weren't the type to enjoy doling out orders.

You glanced over towards the other side of the room, where Uraraka was shrugging her shoulders and chuckling. She didn't seem much invested in the idea, either, and you were surprised to find that Izuku had timidly raised his hand when you looked back. He seemed like he was way too shy for the part. Something like this might've been more suited to someone who was comfortable being a bit loud. And speaking of—

"LET ME DO IT!! ME!!!"

Katsuki was vigorously waving his arm around, practically blowing smoke out of his nose with how serious he looked. It was actually kind of cute to see him getting into it so much, but then again it wasn't surprising, with how much he didn't like to listen to orders. He probably figured it was better to bark out commands than to have to listen to anyone else.

So when Iida suggested that the decision be settled by a vote, you already knew how things were going to play out. Pretty much everyone would be voting for themselves, so you didn't think this was going to accomplish anything. Suffice it to say, you didn't think anyone would be casting away their vote and giving it to Katsuki, of all people.

...

"EH?! I GOT THREE VOTES?!!"

When the tally was revealed, Izuku had obtained the top spot with three votes. A girl named Yaoyorozu was tallied up behind him with two votes, and Katsuki's name was also listed in the top—also with two votes.

"You've gotta be shittin' me!" he cried out, storming out of his seat. "Who the fuck voted for Deku?!!"

It was pretty much clear from your standpoint that Izuku had obtained his votes from Uraraka and Iida, but the students seemed more fixated on something else.

"Dude, nevermind that," a black-haired male prodded, pointing towards the board. "Bakugou, you got two votes. Seriously? Someone actually voted for you?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean, asswipe?!"

Katsuki gritted his teeth in his classmate's direction, but actually faltered for a moment and shot another glance back at the board. He'd been so focused on being pissed off at Izuku's win, but the guy was right—he had gotten two votes. And with pretty much everyone in his class barely having spoken two words to him, Katsuki instinctively glanced back towards your desk.

You smiled. "Ah, yeah. I voted for you, Katsuki-kun. Although I was pretty sure everyone was only gonna vote for themselves, so I didn't expect others to get more than one. Sorry," you chuckled. "I was sure you'd win."

His brows twitched, almost as though he was debating whether to be happy or annoyed.

"The hell?" he finally managed. "I didn't ask for your damn help."

"I know. I just thought it'd be a good way to show my support."

The class was now watching the exchange between the two of you with wide eyes, no doubt wondering why in the hell someone would willingly speak to the human bomb. Katsuki noticed them staring too, and a small flush rose to his cheeks.

"J-just mind your own business," he grunted out, turning away from you. "Stop being so fucking nosy, [Name]."

The rest of the classroom chatter fell on deaf ears from that point onward. Even when Uraraka scurried over towards your side to ask what you were thinking by voting for Katsuki, all you could was stare straight ahead with a blank look on your face. Ever-so-slowly, you felt a hot flush creep up your neck, sending waves of heat through your cheeks.

It was just a name—the same name people had called you by your whole life. So why was it that your entire body was burning just because he'd said it for the first time?

No matter how much Uraraka poked and prodded you, all you could do was stand by in a dazed manner. Although you did manage to catch the last bit of the classroom's conversation, and since Katsuki and Yaoyorozu had been tied in votes, the decision was pretty much unanimous that the girl would be the acting vice-president.

Katsuki wasn't happy about it.

"FUCK ALL OF YOU GUYS!!"