Her fingers—still locked around the pendant—tensed once.
Just once.
Bakugo exhaled.
And pressed his forehead to hers.
“Don’t make me say it,” he murmured. “Not like this.”
Her field pulsed again. This time, not chaotic.
Responsive.
He shifted his grip. Pressed one palm flat against her ribs.
Right over the ink he’d kissed in the dream.
“You’re not alone,” he breathed. “You’re not gonna break here. Not in front of her name. Not like this.”
Her breath hitched.
The shallow rhythm broke.
And then—
It reset.
Slower.
Still too light. Still too fast.
But syncing.
“Good girl,” he whispered, so quiet even the field barely caught it.
“I’m here.”
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Recovery Girl re-entered ten minutes later with a flat device the size of a tablet in one hand and a data booklet in the other.
She paused in the doorway.
Watched.
Bakugo hadn’t moved.
He was still holding her.
Still breathing slow.
Still grounded.
Aurelia was against his chest now, her head tucked under his chin, her breath finally leveling out into a soft, trembling rhythm. Not strong. Not stable.
But present.
Recovery Girl stepped forward, knelt beside him, and gently pressed the scanner against his back—just below his shoulder blade.
It beeped.
Once.
Twice.
Then let out a long, vibrating chime.
The screen blinked.
Imprinting Phase Detected. Dual-Dominant Synchronization.
Neural Feedback Loop: Stabilized.
Grounding Status: Active.
She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“You grounded her.”
Bakugo didn’t respond.
Didn’t even look up.
He just whispered, “Course I did.”
She held up the booklet.
Worn cover.
Black with white lettering.
A photo of Aurelia’s parents—Cassian and Cathleen—was clipped to the front with a paperclip.
Title:
Dual Dominant-Possessive Bonds: Data and Information
She set it gently on the floor beside him.
Bakugo didn’t move when Recovery Girl placed the booklet beside him.
Didn’t thank her. Didn’t nod. Just sat there with Aurelia curled against his chest, his hand splayed wide over her ribs, his thumb brushing the seam of her compression top with rhythmic pressure—steady, grounding, like the pulse of a metronome.
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Point of Impact ?Katsuki Bakugo?
FanfictionLegacy isn't inherited. It's earned. And in a world still recovering from war, everyone wants a symbol. Aurelia Ayana Rosier never asked to be a legacy. But when her mentor-Cassie Rosser, America's strongest hero-dies alone over Japanese airspace in...
