Hey, book one is almost done!
I've only got about 10 chapter written in book two and I get so caught up in the fluff that I forget the plot LMFAO! Forgive me!
But here is more fluff LOL

Chapter 22
It's Not Always Rainbows and Butterflies

Walking towards my room, I nervously bit my fingernails and paused right in front of the door. Then, before I could stop myself, I started pacing and I knew they could hear me. Luckily, they respected my need for space and waited for me to enter. Their reactions when I walked confused me until I remembered that I had just cut all of my hair off.

"What the fuck happened to your hair?!" They yelled in unison.

I laughed sheepishly, running my fingers through it.

"Do you like it?" My mumbled question caught them off guard and, luckily for me, they knew how to read the room. I was a nervous ball of energy and it showed.

"I mean, it's really sudden but you pull it off well." Shinsou muttered, elbowing Bakugo before he could voice a stronger opinion.

"Right. Okay. So, I may have had a small breakdown and cutting my hair was a cathartic release. It was on a whim but I could literally feel the anxiety leave my body with every snip. Mina evened it out for me."

Nodding, they sat on the futon and allowed me to go at my own pace, not pressuring me to get to the actual issue.

"The thing that set me off was… how I was feeling about you two not being virgins. Before you interject, just… let me explain my thought process."

I started pacing again, shooting them furtive glances. Bakugo held up a water bottle and I took it gratefully, gulping half of it down in one go.

"Take your time. I'm not really in tune with my… softer side but I've been reading up on communication between soulmates. This shit is important."

My eyebrows shot up and he just shrugged, trying to make his dedication seem less serious than it actually is. I blushed and glanced down at my shoes.

"It's like this. We all knew we had soulmates from a very young age. We all start to feel the drawbacks at the same time. That being said, you both still chose to get into a relationship with someone who wasn't one of us. It makes me feel like a second option or like I've been cheated on. I can't help how I feel, it's just how my brain is making this all connect right now and it just feels so wrong! How would the both of you feel if I said I'd been sleeping around or dating guys even though they weren't you?"

Shinsou buried his face in his hands, slumping over his knees with a groan.

"When I think of you being with someone else, I get really angry."

His whispered confession was wrought with anguish, clearly understanding what I was feeling. Bakugo nodded his agreement, a very confused look on his face.

"I agree with that sentiment and I get why you're so fucking confused about it all. But I can't say I would be mad at you. I think I would be mad that I missed out on getting to have those memories with you. Fuck. Ren, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking with the right head at the time."

I nodded at their responses, feeling like we were all on the same page.

"Good. Now you understand the strange situation I'm in. I don't want to hold the past against either of you but I just have to come to terms with it all."

"We understand and, if it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure guys are just way more stupid than girls. We let our dicks lead just as much as our brains, maybe even more so. We are sorry."

Shinsou stood as he spoke and approached me slowly. I reached out and yanked him into a hug, burying my nose in his neck. The physical contact eased my anxiety, making me question my anger a little. Bakugo joined us and I started ugly crying, the weight of the day crashing over me.

We didn't speak. They maneuvered me onto the bed and we cuddle, sharing gentle touches and soft murmurs of affection. I fell asleep in their arms and when I woke up, I felt like the world was a little better. I basked in the warmth of their bodies, enjoying the way we fit together so perfectly.

A large yawn ripped through my throat and I couldn't contain the contented stretch that came with it. Bakugo stirred and pulled me further into his chest, rolling so that I was halfway on top of him.

"Mmm, good morning. Are you feeling better?" I nodded and leaned up, giving him a small peck on the lips.

"I seem to be. Talking it out helped release the burden I felt and the cuddle puddle just melted all of my anxiety away. I needed this. I might be mad but you're still my soulmate."

He nuzzled into my hair, nipping my ear and slowly rubbing his palms over my back. His thumb slid it's way under my shirt causing goose bumps to travel up my spine.

"I just want you to know something. You will never be a second choice. Ever. You're fucking perfect and I couldn't see choosing anyone over you. I'd rather have a bad day with you than a hundred good ones with one of those damn extras."

I giggled at his ministrations, realizing I may have let my emotions get the best of me.

"I'll get better at communicating but it'll take time. Don't be surprised if something like this happens again."

He snorted in my ear and grabbed my chin, locking our lips in a slow kiss. The sensual motion of his lips on mine and the tender way his hands worshipped my body had me getting emotional all over again. He pulled away once he realized I was crying, giving me a panicked look.

"Oh, shit! Did I fuck up again?!"

My laughter at his expression woke Shinsou. He took one look at the tears on my face and smacked Bakugo.

"What the hell did you do now?" I laughed even harder, not even knowing what was so funny.

"I have no idea but I think I actually broke her this time."

Wiping my face, I tried to get a hold of myself.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. I just got overwhelmed with how great you guys are. Like, even though I went completely MIA, you both still had such patience with the entire situation. I know that's not easy."

"You mean to fucking tell me that you cried just now because my kiss overwhelmed you and made you think that I'm an amazing guy? Yup. You're broken."

I smacked his cheek and leaned in for another kiss. The knowledge that they wouldn't leave me when I had a breakdown had me feeling euphoric.

I broke away from Bakugo and turned to Shinsou, pulling him down to my level. The impatience showed as he surged against me, instantly taking control. This kiss was nothing like the ones we'd shared before. It was like he was putting all his frustrations and insecurities into the action.

His tongue quickly dipped into my mouth and I groaned, not used to this more aggressive side of him. A sharp nip to my lip had me gasping and he grinned, pulling away to survey my flushed face.

"We missed you yesterday, Ren. We were worried that we had screwed up and lost you." The sincerity of his voice coupled with the look in his eyes made me feel like a terrible person.

"Neither of you could get rid of me that easily." That simple sentence seemed to be exactly what they needed.

Bakugo sat up and pulled me onto his lap, brushing my hair to the side for better access to my neck. His lips trailed between my chin all the way down to the edge of my shoulder. Shinsou, not one to be outdone, latched onto a spot beneath my ear.

I tangled a hand in their hair, tugging and pulling whenever they did something I really liked. Hands trailed under my clothes, tickling my sides and hips. The shrill sound of an alarm clock had us jerking apart as if Mitsuki herself had popped in.

The rest of the week passed by in a blur. We had a lot more training focused on our fighting style so we would be better prepared for the festival. I used Bakugo's blasts to strengthen the durability of my shields. He in turn used my shields as a way to make larger blasts in a contained area.

Shinsou worked with Aizawa on a special technique that he refused to tell us about. During our own training time we had battle royals without quirks, going head-to-head to hone our combat skills. The self-proclaimed Bakusquad often joined us, making things much more interesting.

By the time Friday rolled around, the entire class was beat and I was getting a little tired of how clingy the guys were being. Shinsou had been especially secured to my side. He used every excuse to touch or hug me and to dote on me, not letting me do much on my own. I didn't say anything the entire week until I had finally had enough.

"I think I need a shower. Ugh, that last workout was brutal," I said aloud, not really talking to anyone.

My purpled haired soulmate stood up, going into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and I released an exasperated sigh. Walking into my bathroom, I blocked the doorway and forced him to look at me.

"Shinsou. While I think all that you've done this week is sweet. You are going overboard. You have nothing to make up for. I'm not going anywhere."

His shoulders sagged and he avoided eye contact.

"Hey. Look at me. Talk to me."

He ran a hand through his messy hair and leaned against the counter. He crossed and uncrossed his arms in a nervous manner. His anxious fidgeting was giving me anxiety. I walked over and placed my hands on his cheeks and he melted into the action, eyes closing at the contact.

"Monday brought out a lot of insecurities I thought I had worked through. I don't want to destroy what we have. I didn't realize how much you've wormed your way into my soul until I thought I'd lost you."