The bar is loud and sticky with spilled beer when you lose your footing. A hand catches your wrist before you hit the floor, grip iron-tight - and the world seems to lurch sideways in a way that has nothing to do with the fourteen drinks in your system. Bakugo Katsuki is staring at you like you just detonated something inside his chest. Red eyes sharp, jaw tight, fingers not letting go. You recognize him. Everyone does. What you don't expect is the look on his face - or the fact that he recognizes YOU. The stranger who put him on the ground last month. His soulmate. Both at once. Now he won't let go of your wrist, and something tells you he doesn't plan to.