❥requested: "soulmate Au Where They Share Injuries" With Baji.

❥requested: "soulmate au where they share injuries" with Baji.

♡tw: mentions of blood.

♡A/N: repost of my old blog

Part 2

The only reason you wanted to meet your soulmate at this point, was to beat some common sense into them.

You had thought of different, of so many possible scenarios to explain all the scratches, cuts and nearly broken bones you'd been suffering since you could remember but your ultimate conclusion was that your soulmate was a complete and absolute dumbass who couldn't help but get into fight after fight.

As a child, you didn't fully care. Children are reckless and you yourself had gotten hurt multiple times. However, that changed as you grew up, finding new injuries on your face and fists each day, making it difficult for you to properly socialize. People thought the worst everytime they saw you. About you and about the people who surrounded you. They deemed you as either violent or as a victim and eventually, even the few friends you had, ended up trying to avoid being seen in public with you.

The rejection you faced was worse than the loneliness you felt sometimes when you were younger, before even your closest friends left you behind.

Seeing how your efforts in trying to appear as kind and harmless as possible were met with indifference, you gave up. You just hoped that by the time your soulmate gained some common sense and stopped getting into fights, you'd be starting a new stage in your life. In the meantime, you found company in helping stray cats wherever you could go. And decided to tend to the injuries and wounds you shared with your soulmate as tenderly as you could.

"My grandma said that soulmates can feel you tend to their wounds" your mother once told you as she helped you with your bruised knuckles "I never knew if it was true, but always found it a lovely thought, don't you think?"

Back then, you had only grunted in response but as time passed, you found some sense of comfort in thinking that you were somehow letting your soulmate know that you were there.

"What do you think, Momo? Do you think my soulmate is a good person? There has to be a reason for them to get into fights nearly everyday. Right?"

The white kitten stared at you for a second and went back to nibbling on your fingers.

"You're too cute to care, I guess" you chuckled and kissed her head, holding her close to your shoulder.

You stayed with her and her small colony a few more hours, until it was time for you to go home.

On your way home, you daydreamed of how your soulmate would be like and how and when you would finally meet.

Walking through the busy streets of Tokyo, you suddenly found yourself on the floor, confused as to what could have possibly happened while you stared at your trembling hand covered in your own blood.

Had you been attacked? Had something happened to your soulmate?

Consciousness slowly left your mind, only hoping that whatever had happened, both you and your soulmate could survive it.

You woke up thinking it had been a bad dream but were proven wrong when you tried to get up and felt not only the would on your back but a new one on your stomach.

"Fucking stupid asshole" you muttered, "what the fuck are you up to, trying to get us both killed?" you turned your head to the side and saw your mother, sleeping with her brows furrowed. You thought of calling her, but decided against it when you saw the dark circles under her eyes and closed your eyes, trying to sleep some more.

The next few days you had to stay at the hospital, still recovering and only with your parents visiting you and them spending all their free time keeping you company.

On your fourth day you felt strong enough to wander through the hospital, with the approval of the nurse who was checking on you. She walked you to the courtyard and sat with you on a bench, chatting as if you had known each other forever.

"Could you come help me? That boy from room 31 is causing trouble again" another nurse called and you were left alone for a while.

Leaning back, you closed your eyes and basked in the sun, doing a mental list of all the things you had to do once you were realeased.

"You need to rest, you stubborn child!" you heard your nurse exclaim and opened your eyes to see her dragging a black haired boy into the courtyard "You should learn from (Y/N)! They are taking their recovery seriously and calmly!"

The boy sighed and let the nurse walk him wherever she wanted and sat him next to you.

"I have to check on other patients, please (Y/N), call me if he starts acting up again" she said, glaring at him one last time before smiling sweetly at you as she left.

"You really must have pissed her off" you said chuckling, "she's the kindest nurse around"

The boy only sighed in response.

"Okay... Can I get your name at least?"

He stared at you for a while before responding.

"Keisuke Baji"

"Nice to meet you" you said with a small smile, "can I know why you're in such a rush to get out of here?"

"I need to check on my friends" he responded, "and cats", he muttered, turning his head to the side.

"Why don't you call them? And you could ask one of them to check on your cats, I asked my mom to do so!"

"Why not your friends?"

"Ah, I don't have any"

He turned to look at you, and felt bad seeing your saddened expression.

"Why's that?"

You looked at him, wondering if you should really tell him. Why would he care, right? But now again, he was the one to ask. Maybe he could become your friend.

"Well... You see, my soulmate is an idiot who I think constantly gets into fights and I'm left with all his injuries and scars and wounds... And I guess people just think I'm a bad influence?"

"You haven't met them?"

"Nope," you said, "but I'm gonna punch them the moment meet them"

He laughed at your words.

"Sounds fair"

"Why are you here anyway?" You asked.

"Got stabbed"

Your eyes widened at his response. It couldn't be, right?

"In your lower back?" You asked.

"Yeah, and stomach. How did y—"

You interrupted him slapping his face.

"You! You fucking reckless idiot!" You shouted at him "What the fuck were you thinking?"

You were beyond angry and kept yelling at him, reproaching him for all his careless actions through the years while he stared at you holding his cheek, listening to everything you said and waiting for you to let it all out.

"Did you not care about me? Didn't you think of all the harm you were doing to me too?" tears were falling down your cheeks as you did your best to control your trembling voice, "I've been alone all these years because of you," he opened his mouth to reply but didn't say anything, "and you almost got us both killed"

He waited, a few moments before he got closer to you, tenderly whipping your years off your face.

"I'm sorry" he said, holding your hands, examining every cut and bruise, identical to the ones on his own hands "I'm so sorry," he kissed the little scars that littered your hands, "I didn't think I had a soulmate" he said, "so I never thought of the pain I was causing you. I'm sorry, forgive me."

Your heart broke at his statement. Did he really think he was so unworthy of a soulmate? So unworthy of love?

He kept apologizing to you through tears and only stopped when you grabbed his face.

"It's okay," it was now your turn to clean his tears, "you didn't know," you gently guided his head to rest on your shoulder and felt his tears through your clothes.

You stayed like that for a while, and once you both calmed down, you properly introduced yourselves.

"A gang member?" that explained everything.

"Captain" he corrected you, "ex-captain?" he added, visibly confused.

"Ex?"

"I mean— with everything that has happened"

"No! You don't have to leave it because of me!"

"No, it's not— well, that too, but"

He told you everything about how he had gotten stabbed and why. You admired his determination and courage but also had to flick his forehead at his recklessness.

"What was that for?!"

"You fucking stabbed yourself!" you said.

"I'm sorry!"

You laughed at your current situation. This wasn't how you thought you'd meet your soulmate. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'm happy to have finally met you, Kei," you said.

"Me too," he smiled, "I promise you you won't ever be alone again"

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