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Along with quirks, soulmates came along. The first words your soulmate told you were written anywhere on your body. It was more common on the arms and legs, and it was more common to get it at teenage years.

Hell! Some people didn't even get it all!

Aizawa wouldn't say he didn't believe in soulmates-he secretly wanted one-but he did believe the idea of soulmates is stupid. 7 (or more) billion people in the world, and out of all of those people only one of them says something to you and suddenly you're thrusted into love. There were even times when the person’s soulmate wouldn't ever reveal themselves, and the person would be left wondering who it was. Although Aizawa didn't like the idea of soulmates, he sorta really wanted one. He doesn't really understand the concept of love, but he knows what movies show him. Hugs, kisses, and cuddles was on Aizawa Shouta’s bucket list. He got plenty of platonic hugs from his aunt, but he wanted an embrace. A hug that meant more than just “I love you as my nephew.”

Aizawa sighed. As if he would ever get a soulmate. He was too quiet, looked like he hasn't ever slept, and his long hair is always a mess. He tried to look good but it hurt him physically , and it took a large amount of his time. The most he could do to look “better” was put  his hair in a bad low ponytail, but he didn't even feel comfortable with that. Aizawa has been trying more though. Combing his hair, showering every other day, brushing his teeth every morning, and even sleeping earlier (well trying to sleep earlier).

For what?

Well, ever since he transferred to class A-1 Hero Class he has taken a liking to a loud boy. It's kind of funny how ironic it is. That Aizawa Shouta, a small quiet kid who doesn’t believe in soulmates all that much, likes a loud tall boy. Yamaha Hizashi has stolen Aizawa’s heart and has denied to give it back. Not that Yamada knows that Aizawa has a small crush on him, but he doesn't really need to know right? Well he does need to know, if Aizawa wants to know if their soulmates or not.

Any thoughts of soulmates or Yamada were tossed aside once class started. Aizawa would have to think about it later.

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Yamada was loud and bright. His long yellow hair always defying gravity, a smile always present on his face, and English phrases obtaining 70% of his vocabulary. Aizawa didn't know why he had fallen in love with Yamada, but he did. There were times when he realized that he loved Yamada a whole lot more than he thought he did. Times like these, when Yamada raised his hand to answer questions he knew with a large bright smile. When those green eyes of Yamada seemed to sparkle, when his teeth seemed white than usual, when his eyebrows arched upwards. He was cute, and Aizawa really really liked him.  Yamada talked the ears off his friends about how easy English is- spoiler alert: it really isn't- but Aizawa loved hearing him rant.

“You’re so cute,” he whispered to Yamada but low enough so nobody could hear.

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Although Aizawa didn't live that far from UA, he still chose to come earlier than most kids. His aunt leaves early for her job, and Aizawa doesn't like staying home alone. Soon enough kids would start coming into the classroom one by one, and then Yamada would come in. Discreetly, Aizawa would pick his head up to look at the blonde being himself. Today was different though. The happy boy wore a smile from ear to ear and a hop was present in his walk.

“What's got you so happy?” Aizawa heard one of Yamada’s friend ask.

Without a beat of hesitation Yamada excitedly yelled, “I got my soulmate's words!” Aizawa tried to keep calm, but he couldn’t. The boy he liked already found his soulmate? He tried to not care but he could feel his heart starting to break, his breathing becoming messy, his eyes starting to burn. He rubbed his eyes, Yamada and his friend kept talking.

“When?!”

“In English class my wrist started to burn a little bit but I thought nothing of it. When I got home it hurt like hell ! I checked and these words were written!” Aizawa peeked at the words. Written in small, cursive, delicate handwriting were the words: You’re so cute. Aizawa froze. He remembers saying those words to Yamada in a low hush voice during English Class. What if… No. There was no possible way Aizawa was Yamada Hizashi soulmate, maybe it was a coincidence. A very unlikely coincidence, but…

Aizawa tried to hide a smile. He can let himself dream.

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Their teacher had assigned 4 groups of 5 for a combat.

“It teaches you how to work together in a large group against another large group. You will have to learn and cooperate with the quirks of your teammates, and use your knowledge of your opponent's quirk as an advantage. ” That was the explanation of Sensei’s lesson.

Aizawa was lucky enough to be in Yamada’s group, but the other two people in his group didn’t think lucky was the word to describe Yamada. Yamada could easily hurt both groups- enemy and ally- so of course the group had to be careful. Aizawa didn’t talk much, he agreed and only spoke up when needed, and so did Yamada.

Their plan was easy, they all had to follow and they would win. The alarm went off signifying the beginning, Aizawa ran away. His role in the proposal was to stop the enemy team from using their quirks. Aizawa played a large role in this since only one person in the opposing team had  quirk that was part of their body. They fought in the city-like location.

Ishikawa Akako. Quirk: Liquid Quirk. Can control any liquid from water, juice, and even blood. Her support item allowed her to carry a large amount of water. She was easy to take down, AIzawa probably wouldn’t even need to use his quirk on her. All he had to do was take away her support item.

Moji Kentaro. Quirk: flash. Flashes can be produced from his hands, making everybody unable to see for a few seconds. The larger the flash, the larger the temporary blindness. This quirk was easy to take out, but if Aizawa got too close, his own quirk would be disabled. But Moji’s quirk was just a bonus. The guy was strong and bulky. For a freshman he looked like an already pro-hero! Aizawa knew he would be a tough battle.

Kujo Elizabeth. Quirk: Velocity. She’s very fast. That's all. But just like Moji, her quirk is also a bonus. She's sorta like the American heroin, black widow. Aizawa would say that if he was straight, he would definitely like her.

And finally, Aishi Tamaki. Quirk: Hair. He can manipulate his hair in any way he wants.

Aizawa was at the top of a building. He checked around himself before hiding in a good spot. His eyes scanned and stopped as he watched his teammates met up with their enemy. Aishi wasn't there, nor was Kujo. Aizawa felt goosebumps down his back. That wasn't good. Kujo was probably trying to find him, and so was Aishi.

He didn’t move though. He stayed still and waited for a sign.

Horikoshi, his quirk is the ability to create anything from his drawings, pulled out earplugs and handed them to their other teammate. With earplugs in Horikoshi’s and Aizawa’s other teammate, Yamada smiled widely. Although Aizawa was pretty far away, he could still hear the loud yell from the cute boy. Aizawa smiled.

Moji and Ishikawa covered their ears, collapsing to the ground. Quickly, Torayoshi, her quirk was to take things swiftly, took away Ishikawa's support item. A smirk appeared on Torayoshi’s face. Horikoshi quickly drew some gloves and ropes and handed them over to Torayoshi. With a swift move, the thief-like quirk girl put them on both of their opponents. Two down, two more to go. Half of the battle was fought and Aizawa didn’t even have to use his quirk, this was a bit too easy than he thought.

He heard a loud thump. His head snapped behind him and there he saw them.

Kujo and Aishi next to each other smiling devilishly.

“Aizawa! We found you! We were starting to get worried!” Aishi smiled. Aizawa tried to remember the research he had done about these two.

Aishi’s hair quirk held him back. His hair was still a part of his body so that meant if Aizawa pulled, cut, or did anything to his hair, Aishi would get hurt or would need an obstacle to get past. On the other Hand, Kujo was intelligent. She didn’t need a quirk to fight Aizawa.

“You haven’t responded. I’m afraid I’m your soulmate!” Aishi giggled. He was still an asshole with long pastel blue hair.

Aizawa stepped back a bit. He wasn’t loud, he couldn’t get his teammates attention immediately like Yamada could. He had to find a way to bring both of his enemies to his teammates, from there the fight would be on his side.

He was near the edge of the building, he could act like… what was the guy's name who had some spider power? Well he couldn't remember, but with his scarf he could jump of the building and hold onto a street lamp or another building. Then, he could swing himself like a spider and land like a cat on the road.

Before he could think anymore, Kujo came at him. She ran at him and kicked him. Good news: he jumped out the way. Bad News: he jumped out the roof of the building. Good News: He already had a plan. Bad News: Aishi grabbed Aizawa’s scarf with his hair.

The quirk-erasing teen pulled on his scarf, and Aishi came with Aizawa down the building. Aizawa saw Kujo gasp. Two teenage boys falling from the side of building. Not good. Aishi screamed, it was obvious he didn't have a plan. Not only did he notify Aizawa’s teammates where they were at, but it also told Aizawa about the advantage the long haired boy had. Aizawa let go of Aishi and his scarf held onto a window from the side of the building. Now secure, the grey scarf held onto Aishi. Aizawa smirked, this was too easy. For the glance of his eye he saw Horikoshi and Yamada run toward Aizawa. The black haired teenager dropped Aishi, in response Aishi fell with a short umph from falling a few 10 centimeters from the sky. Without any hesitation, Aizawa wrapped Aishi into his own scarves.

“Aizawa!” Horikoshi waved to the quiet teenager.

“Kujo and Aishi attacked me. I got Aishi, make sure his hair is tucked away. Kujo was last on the roof of this building-” he pointed to the building where he fell out from with Aishi “- but she’s smart. She wouldn’t of stayed there, she probably got away. Is Torayoshi with Moji and Ishikawa?” Aizawa asked. Horikoshi nodded, his eyes enlarged and his mouth slightly apart- obviously apart. Aizawa continued, “Since there’s a larger possibly Kujo left toward her other teammates, I’ll go help Torayoshi if she needs help.”

Without another word, Aizawa  swung himself upward with his scarf.

Spiderman. That was that superhero’s name that Aizawa sorta acted like.

The raven haired boy glanced behind him, Yamada smiling as he watched Horikoshi limit Aishi’s quirk.

Just like Aizawa predicted, Torayoshi did need help. Kujo was throwing kicks at her from left to right, Torayoshi defenseless. Moji and Ishikawa untying themselves somehow. Aizawa smirked slightly. His eyes glowed red and his hair flew upwards. Kujo wasn’t as quick anymore, and now Torayoshi and she could have a fair fight. Meanwhile the other two enemies hadn’t tried their quirks yet.

Shouta couldn’t get too close to Moji in case he blinked unconsciously. Ishikawa wasn’t as strong physically, but if Aizawa blinked she could use her quirk in a split second and make sure he couldn’t see.

Dammit.

This was too tough. He needed help, he needed somebody to guide him. Not only was Aizawa defenseless now (and sorta useless), Torayoshi was getting tired. Her kicks and punches weren’t as sly and quick as before. Unlike Kujo, Torayoshi probably didn’t study many martial arts or work out her stamina as much as Kujo. Aizawa could only have his eyes open for so long.

Aizawa bit down on his lip.

With some doubt on his mind, his scarf wrapped around Torayoshi and pulled her upw into the air. He blinked, but before a Kujo could do anything, he stared at her again. Torayoshi had picked up a bit more adrenaline since she was thrusted into the air a second ago, but now Aizawa had given himself out. His gray scarf very quickly showed that Aizawa Shouta was on the battlefield. Now Kujo’s attention wasn’t at the thief quirk teenager, it was at Aizawa and where he was.

Fuck . He really let himself be that careless, he didn’t even think about it as the time. Aizawa decided that the thief quirk could take care of the fast quirk girl, so his eyes turned to look for Moji. Except… he wasn’t there. Ishikawa was running towards Aizawa’s teammate, not good. 2 versus one is never good. Aizawa felt his stomach drop.

Where the hell is Moji? Where did the flash quirk guy go off to? Aizawa kept his eyes open to make the enemy’s somewhat limited, and his ears open to hear a sign of Moji. He heard somebody breath behind him. No. It couldn’t be. If Aizawa turned around, his quirk on both the other enemy girls would fall and Torayoshi would be defenseless. But if he didn’t turn around he could end up in a surprise attack and Torayoshi would still be defenseless. Not good. He played with the bit of skin around his nail, fuck.

If he turned around he would have the upperhand in a fight with Moji, but what if it was just Aizawa’s paranoia?

No. Aizawa was right. Slowly, he turned around. Moji wasn’t there. So where was the breathing coming from?

“Right here!” He heard and then a flash. No. Aizawa was right, Moji was behind him, but he chose the wrong side to turn around. Aizawa blinked. He jumped in the air, trying to look for Moji. Maybe Moji already knew Aizawa’s next attack, but when Aizawa spotted Moji, Moji was staring right back at him.

Where was Yamada and Horikoshi? Are they okay? Aizawa’s scarf grabbed onto Torayoshi’s stomach. She was obviously surprised at the sudden action. Aizawa landed like a cat on the ground, and Torayoshi was no longer the target for the enemy team, Aizawa became the replacement target. 2 of the strongest teammates in the enemy team were coming at him with a smirk on their faces. Not good. Aizawa jumped up, he tried to run away, but a bright flash covered his view. No no no no no no not good.

The teenager tried to seek an exit, but he couldn’t find one. He heard his thief quirk teammate scream, fuck.

He was so stupid. He let down his guard, what he thought was his best move was actually his worst, he didn’t think of all the outcomes in time, he is so fucking useless . No wonder Yamada doesn’t like Aizawa.

Out of anger and fear, Aizawa ran forward. His scarf reaching out to grab anyone , and he did grab someone. Kujo screeched. Good. Aizawa stared at her, his hair flying up. With his scarf, he tied her up and ran for Moji. Maybe he was too loud, but the second Aizawa was behind Moji, he turned around.

Flash!

Dammit. He couldn’t see anything this time. He would have to wait longer, this isn’t good. Aizawa stumbled backwards.

“5 more minutes Aizawa,” he heard Moji whisper. “Until then, you can’t do anything. Sorry, but I want to win.” Then footstep signaled him leaving. Dammit. Aizawa is so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. He dug his nails into his thumb. No- he had to figure something out.

Helplessly, he stood up, his hands in front of him.

“Aizawa?” He heard a whisper from… Torayoshi.

“Hey, I’m gonna find a way to win,” he whispered back. He hesitated, what if he was her soulmate? Wrong time to think about that, wrong time . Aizawa lied a bit to his teammate. He was useless. The flash prevented him from using his quirk, and his other teammate couldn’t fend off 3 other people. If only he was careful, if only he could of think more. If only-

No.

Now isn’t the time for pity or self-doubt, now is the time for thinking of a plan. He was thinking while he heard his teammate move around. Aizawa couldn’t think of anything though. His mind was blank. From the long absence of Yamada and Horikoshi, Aizawa suspected that somehow Aishi had gotten in a fight with Aizawa’s teammates.

“ 3 minutes left ,” He heard a loud announcer voice say. Dammit. Out of anger, Aizawa lifted his scarf reaching out for anybody . If he could stop at least 1 person in the enemy team that would be enough. Luckily, he got 3 people.

“LET GO!!!” He heard Ishikawa yell. Awesome, he got at least somebody who wasn't on his team.

“Good job Aizawa! You got Kujo and Ishikawa! You also got me too, but that’s okay!” Torayoshi spoke up. Atleast he got 2 people wrapped up that wasn’t on his team, but the question still lingered.

Where’s Moji?

Maybe he left to Aishi, or maybe he was waiting for the perfect time to strike. Aizawa sat on the ground with 3 girls surrounding him, all he had to do was wait.

Not a minute had passed when he heard a yell.

“ NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD !!!” Yamada yelled in english. Aizawa tried to hide a smile as he heard his hero , and hopefully soulmate too, come into the scene. “ AH! HEY THERE!”

Although Aizawa couldn’t see anything at the moment, he could imagine very vividly Yamada Hizashi’s beautiful smile. Aizawa felt butterflies in his stomach, he couldn’t show his large smile plastered on his face so instead he lowered his head.

“YAMADA! THANK GOD!” A loud yell came from his teammate. “Aizawa can’t see anything right now! He got both Kujo and Ishikawa so we’re fine! Just get Moji and Aishi! Where’s Horikoshi?!”
From the distance, Yamada yelled back, “Ah! OKay! Well Horikoshi is TIED UP! He’s fighting Moji, I have AH-” Aizawa heard multiple thumps. He was seriously concerned for the man he liked, and Aizawa yearned to look at what was happening. More grunts, and a gasp from Torayoshi, and he heard,

“ One Minute Remaining !”

Aizawa felt the enemy girls trying to get out from his scarf, but failing. Since he didn’t know where Torayoshi was tied up in, he could let her go or the other two girls would be let go too.

“Aizawa, use your scarf to reach all the way to the left,” He heard Torayoshi whisper in his ear. He did as his teammate said, all his trust on her, and then he heard a scream. “Great now wrap that guy around with your scarf.” Once again, he did as commanded.

“Awesome! Aishi down!” He heard Yamada yell.

“ 30 seconds remaining ,” Aizawa felt his eyesight starting to become cleared. Since he had 3 out of 4 people in his scarf, there was no doubt he would win. He could hear Yamada and Torayoshi starting to celebrate. Torayoshi’s movement kept making the scarf move, if she kept it up his scarf could-

“FUCK!” He heard a yell, the scarf that once kept the enemy tied up were now released. His eyesight was clear enough so he could erase each of their quirks accept Aishi’s quirk.

He saw Aishi stretch his hair out to grab Torayoshi, but she ducked away. Kujo ran at him, and Ishikawa ran to Yamada. Aizawa blocked or dodged all of Kujo’s hits on him, but his teammates weren’t so lucky. Yamada kept getting wet and Torayoshi had to keep running from the long blue hair of Aishi’s. His team isn’t in the best position, and 10 seconds were remaining. Aizawa had to think of something. He could hear the the time ticking. Aizawa glanced at Aishi for a split second, his hair was split into 3 parts, obviously to get Aizawa and his teammates. Without hesitating, Aizawa used his scarf to get Yamada and Torayoshi out the way. Both of his teammates yelled, but Aizawa was already engulfed in long blue hair. Then, the buzzer went off.

“Congratulations Team B, you have won by capturing 1 person!” Sensei’s voice was heard all over the arena, and then it was gone. Aizawa stared at the ground with disbelief.

He was that one person. Because of him, his whole team had lost. Because of him.

His throat became dry, and so did his eyes. He had abused the time period for his quirk too many times. Aizawa was free from Aishi’s blue hair for quite some time so he reached into his pocket to get eye drops.

One Drop.

Two drops.

He blinked, and got off from the ground. Team B, the enemy team, was celebrating their victory. Meanwhile Team A, his team, recovered from the embarrassing defeat.

“Horikoshi!” Torayoshi yelled the moment she saw her friend. “What happen to you?”

From one look at his teammate, Aizawa could tell that he had been through way more than Aizawa had.

Horikoshi’s hair was all over the place, there was dirt on his face and bruises on his body. His sketchbook was almost torn to shreds, and his eyes were falling. He looked like an utter mess.

“Moji put up quite a fight,” He chuckled before falling. Luckily, Yamada catched him in his arms. Aizawa felt his heart quench at the sight of his classmate. Horikoshi fought difficult battle, but he lost because Aizawa couldn’t do his job correctly. Aizawa bit his bottom lip hard.

From out of nowhere, Moji showed up.

“Let me take him to the nurse’s office. After all, it’s my fault he’s hurt this badly,” Moji picked up the small body, and carried him in his arms.

“ Damn, ” He heard Torayoshi say before walking behind Moji. Yamada and Aizawa were the last ones left in the arena. Aizawa looked up to Yamada, but all he saw was Yamada with a bitter face. His pupils were small, his eyebrows arched, and his bright smile was replaced with a frown. He looked… disappointed. No. Not disappointed. He looked… angered. Annoyed. Irritated. Furios. Aizawa didn’t have to wonder why- or who- Yamada was angry at because his eyes stabbed Aizawa.

Yamada Hizashi was twitching with anger at Aizawa Shouta.

Aizawa’s usual nonchalant face faded away when he realized that. No. It can’t be. How- Wha- Why- Whe-.

Why?

Aizawa tried his every best to not only fight, but too also protect his teammates in battle. He did his best, so why would Yamada be angry at him. Aizawa and Yamada broke contact when both of their names were being called.

“Time to see you result boys!”

Aizawa stared at Yamada as he put on a small fake smile.

“ ALRIGHT! ” Yamada yelled in english happily and walked away.

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“As Horikoshi and Yamada fought with Aishi, Moji came up from behind. A good tactic. A surprise attack will most definitely help in battle…” Aizawa’s teacher’s voice faded away. He wasn’t paying attention, he knew that, but how could he?

When the love of his life just looked at him with the most murderous look! With the look that said “it’s your fault”. Aizawa tried to pay attention, but when he did listen to his Sensei’s teaching all he could hear was his mistakes. How Aizawa failed to do this, and how Aizawa failed to do that. And then the only thing he could remember from the whole fight was the end, when Yamada killed Aizawa with a stare. With just a stare, Aizawa was broken. His eagerness to learn was gone, he felt more dead inside than before, he felt all hope of soulmates lost. Aizawa started to daze off again when he heard his voice.

“Aizawa did many good things that helped his team, but many that also made their team lose. Does anybody know?” The teacher asked. A hand shot up.

“Throughout the whole battle Aizawa-Kun kept protecting his teammates, but that just limited their fighting. Instead he should’ve gotten himself out of his own problem, and then help his teammates. But he didn’t, and that’s a large reason why they failed at the last second.”

Aizawa felt his eyes burn, but this time it wasn’t because of the abuse of his quirk. He heard mumbling, and his back felt as if it was being stabbed with the eyes of his classmates.

“That means… we lost… because of him?” He head that familiar voice say.

“Uh, sort of.”

Aizawa looked up to see Yamada, he was staring at the large screen repeating Aizawa’s mistakes. Yamada mouthed words, then whispered them, then he kept talking louder and louder until-

“ YOU IDIOT, ” Yamada shouted at Aizawa. Aizawa felt the back of his neck sting and burn all of the sudden. “If you hadn’t- we could’ve- JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?”

Their classmates rushed to cover their ears, but Aizawa wouldn’t dare.

“If you had let us fight for ourselves! If you had let Torayoshi attack back, and if you gotten yourself out of trouble first, then we could’ve won!” Yamada kept screaming, his quirk voice activated. Aizawa’s neck and ears were both bleeding some kind of liquid, but he didn’t dare to check. After all, what did it matter?

Yamada kept spewing out nonsense after nonsense, but his screaming was getting on Aizawa’s nerves. Aizawa looked up, activating his own guirk, and then he heard it.

“And to think you won the sports festival,” Yamada said in such a low tone you’d think it was by accident. Usually Aizawa didn’t care what people said about him, they could think all they want. But after the last 100 insults were thrown at Aizawa by his own crush , and a final blow Aizawa decided enough was enough. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to do, but Aizawa yelled back.

“YEAH WELL AT LEAST I WON! I TRIED, I LEARNED, I ADAPTED. THIS CLASSROOM IS SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS, AND YOU DON’T MAKE IT MUCH BETTER EITHER ASSHOLE!” Aizawa was tired of Yamada’s shit. Tired of everything. Tired of being pushed down. Tired of UA. Tired of bullying and teasing he heard his classmates whisper about him. He was tired of soulmate shit. He was tired and pissed, and now he had something to take it out on.

“IF YOU DIDN’T RELY ON YOU QUIRK SO MUCH YOU COULD’VE WON! I BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU AND YOU DARE TO SAY SOMETHING SO STUPID?!”

“Aizawa-” He heard Torayoshi try to stop him, but she failed.

“I DID MY BEST  TO FIGHT! I DON’T CARE IF I LOST THIS ROUND, BUT DON’T TRY TO SAY I DIDN’T DESERVE TO WIN! I HOPE YOU NEVER FIND YOU SOULMATE!” Aizawa yelled. His eyes turned back to their normal self, and his hair fell. He wiped the water starting to form in his eyes, and he scratched his throat. He had never talked that loud before, and his throat was already hurting from before. An uneasy silence was heard, and Aizawa didn’t dare to look at anybody. The back of his neck was still hurting, a lot more than before. When he did look up, it was too late. Yamada punched Aizawa in the face making Aizawa stumbled back once… twice.. And he fell.

A punch hurt a lot more than what movies make them out to seem.

Not only did the punch hurt Aizawa physically, but also emotionally. Who knew that the first group project Aizawa paired with Yamada would leave Aizawa brokenhearted and bleeding from his ears and neck? At this point the back of his neck was flaming, it was as if somebody was carving something in the back of his neck in large big bold letters. Or if somebody placed a hot rod on the back of his neck. Either way, the sensation was torturing Aizawa. Blood trickled down his ears, and his cheek felt sore. Aizawa wasn’t in the mood to fight, but when he looked up again he must’ve looked like he wanted to kill a man because 5 of his classmates came to stop him. He wasn’t going to do anything though, but he still got pulled away.

“YAMADA HIZASHI HEAD DOWN TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW !” He heard his teacher's voice yell. “And as for you Aizawa, you head down to the nurse. Then go to the principal’s office immediately. Hero’s know when a fight begins, you two were so blind with rage you could not see what was right and wrong. Head down, now .”

Aizawa stumbled to get up, his classmates helped him. He thanked his classmates and made his way to Recovery Girl’s office.

He did something really bad.

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“You should rest up now. Your ears were damaged, and a punch to the face isn’t the prettiest thing to look at,” Aizawa sat on the nurse’s bed as he got healed up. He had gotten a kiss on his forehead for the injuries, and now he kept tapping on the back of his neck with a paper towel. “As for your neck… well…”

Now Aizawa had “YOU IDIOT” carved into his neck in large, angular, messy lines. Not the best way to find out about your soulmate. It works, but not in the best way.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter,” Aizawa looked at the paper towel. He had already used 3 towels that were filled up with blood, and luckily this fourth one was barely tainted. He wondered if Yamada bled this much when he found his soulmate’s first words written into his skin.

“You are excused of the rest of the day off of school. Finding out your soulmate in the worst way is heartbreaking and can leave many kids in a state of deep devastation for a few days. So, use the rest of the evening as an excuse to lay in bed or anything that will make you feel better. Got that?” Recovery girl swiveled her chair to look at Aizawa in the eye. He nodded. “Great. Now make your way to the principal’s office.”

Aizawa did as he was told, he was scared of the consequence to be honest.

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Aizawa sat in his bed. He was bored.

His aunt hadn’t said much to him, and she had only grounded him. Then she left for a business trip that was a week long. He often spent his days like this. Alone in his room, sometimes crying, other times he wasn’t crying.

He didn’t have many friends to call, he didn’t have much to do. Instead he just laid on his bed and kept thinking about what the principal said.

A  week of cleaning the classroom after class had ended, and after school detention for a day. He would also have to apologize to… him . But none of that mattered. The principal gave Aizawa his first warning out of three, that if something like that happen again he would get placed back in the General Educations Department. Aizawa shuddered at the thought of going back. He didn’t make too many friends there, just one girl who talked to him non-stop, but as soon as he got into the Hero’s Department he got comfortable. Not only was that class his way to becoming a hero, but- although he would never admit it- he had some good memories. Like the first time he moved into the class, many people came to ask him about his quirk. The attention was new, and he didn’t like it at first, but he got use to it.

The teenager shook off any happy memories. He couldn’t get too attached. He would only be in that class for one year, and then he would go to another in his seconds year, and another in his third. Then he would graduate, become a hero, and then… Well then he would live his life as a hero and own a cat. Maybe two if he was lucky.

Talking about cats…

Since Aizawa had no business to attend in his empty sad room, he decided the best way to cheer up would be a walk through a familiar place. So he got his jacket, after changing into something that wasn’t his school uniform of course, and headed out. He didn’t bother to lock the door, he lived in high security place. No one could get in or out without his aunt being notified, and so he walked out the place. He said hello to a few of the building’s workers, and went on his way.

In his pockets he had his wallet, the wallet had at least 2200 yen. After walking for a few minutes he made it to his favorite place.

In all of its holy and glory stood the one story small cat cafe. It was cute and quaint, it was perfect. Aizawa came to the cafe mostly on Sundays, but today was different. He had a rough day and a cat would really pick him up. Aizawa walked in to the cafe, it wasn’t busy since most people were at school or their jobs, but some people were in the cafe. He ordered a table near a window, and got seated. Not too long after a black cat with green eyes came up to him. His collar read “Leo” .

“Hey there little guy,” Aizawa whispered, he scratched the cat’s chin. After ordering a pastry and tea, he played more with the little guy. The cat’s fur was incredibly soft, it felt like velvet, and his large green eyes were closed. Aizawa would be lying if he said it wasn’t cute or it didn’t cheer him up. After waiting for some more time, Aizawa finally got his food. He wasn’t that hungry to be quite frank, so he sneakily gave some to the cat. So much time had passed he didn’t even notice that it was way beyond 2 pm, so he decided it was time he had to leave. As he got up, and pet the cat one last time he heard a voice.

“ Leo ?”

He had never heard the voice before, and Aizawa quickly looked at the cat. Did the cat even belong here?

“Leo!” He heard again, and his eyes snapped up to see a girl standing with the U.A uniform.

“Stupid cat! You had me worried!” Her black hair fell down to a little bit below her collar bone, she had on red glasses, and her hands were on her hips. Aizawa stared at her, he didn’t move. She went to pick up the cat, and then she looked at Aizawa.

“Hey you’re the 1st year who won the sport festival right? Aizawa, was it? Well, my name’s Nemuri Kayama from UA year 2, nice to meet ‘cha!” She smiled and she held her hand out. Aizawa looked at her hand, and shook it.

“You know, you’re the first boy who hasn’t stared at my ass or tits. I appreciate that…” She smiled at him. Aizawa didn’t even bother looking at her body before, but now he did. Now that she mentioned it she did have… Aizawa snapped his head to the right, he could just imagine how red his face must’ve looked. “You seem pretty chill… Wanna be friends?”

Aizawa looked back at her. A large smile was on her face. He didn’t have many friends- he had non actually- and this was a way to get a friend. A friend with a cat .

“Aizawa Shouta, nice to meet you.”

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Nemuri was actually very nice. Her naughty, kinky, persona that she showed at the sports festival was just that- a persona. She sat down with Aizawa at the cat cafe after introducing themselves and they- well she - chatted for an hour or two.

Apparently Leo was her cousin’s cat, but she was cat-sitting Leo at the moment. He was a smart cat who was very distant, Aizawa felt much better knowing that he was “chosen”. Leo had wandered into the cat cafe while Nemuri was getting the black cat some food.

“They saw black cats are symbols of bad luck, but this cat is pretty much the opposite. Everytime I’m with him something good happens,” Nemuri said once in the middle of their conversation. Aizawa smiled. Both teenagers looked at the cat eating the food Nemuri had ordered. It was getting late, the sun was starting to set and more people were leaving the cafe. Aizawa didn’t really want to leave.

“Hey, I know this is kind of rude, but what’s up with your eye?” Nemuri asked Aizawa. He had something in his eye? Aizawa searched for his phone, and looked at the reflection.

His eye was covered in purple from the punch to the face earlier today.

“Oh,” Aizawa touched it, but it stinged a bit. “I got hurt today.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

Aizawa looked up at her, he wanted to drop it but she was curios. He sighed, “A punch.”

“By who?” She asked again.

“Look can we just drop it?” He said a bit more rough and grumpier. Nemuri fell back on her chair and blew a strip of hair away from her face.

“Kay… Do you have your soulmate’s words already?” She asked leaning closer to Aizawa than before. He looked away.

“Do you?” He shot the question back at her.

“No, but I hope I get it soon. Most people get their soulmate’s words in Highschool I’m waiting for the perfect girl,” She got all dreamy-like, her hands clasping together closer to her chest, and her eyes fluttering.

“You’re gay?” Aizawa asked not paying attention to her weird actions.

“Nope! I mean, I am . I’m pan!” She smiled so large she looked like she just won an award or medal.

“Pan?” Aizawa asked. The only pan he knew was pots and pans, he felt sorta silly now. A gay without knowing all the sexuliaties.

“Pansexual! I like every gender. The biological sex, gender, or gender identity doesn’t really matter to me,” She smirked at the boy across to her. He nodded. “Are you anything that’s not cis/straight? You don’t have to tell me if its personal!”

Aizawa looked at Leo and wondered for a while. He didn’t gain anything from telling her, nor did he lose. He didn’t know her that well, and he didn't know if she was a gossiper.

“I’m… not straight,” He said keepin it somewhat vague. Nemuri nodded, pouting her lips.

“Hey! Why’d you avoid the soulmate question!?” She put her hands on her hips. Aizawa froze.

“Does it matter?”

“No, but I’d like to know.”

Aizawa shifted his weight on his left leg. “No.”

The teen across from Aizawa nodded. “You know, although I believe in soulmates and whatnot it is sort of stupid.”

Aizawa looked up. Finally someone who thought soulmates was a stupid idea. He finally felt like he wasn’t the only weird one.

“Out of billions of people in the world and out of all of those people-”

“- only one of them says something to you and suddenly you're thrusted into love.” He finished her sentence.
“Exactly! I’m happy im not the only weird one.”

Aizawa smiled a bit. Nemuri is very nice. She leaned in closer to him all the sudden.

“Not many people know this, but you can get your soulmate’s words removed! Of course you won’t ever fall in love again. Also, not everybody gets their words. My aunt, right, she never got her words but fell totally in love with this guy. He did get his words, but never found out who gave it to him. Although they weren’t soulmates, they got married and fell in love. They are still together now!”

It was interesting about Nemuri’s aunt and all, but soulmate removal? Aizawa never heard of that, but nor did most people. He looked up at her. Falling in love sucked anyways, he’d rather just focus on hero work and his own life. But how much was the removal? Probably thousands of dollars, and also probably when you’re older or get a parent’s confirmation. He didn’t have… any of that . (Except the money)

“Can you fall out of love with your soulmate?” He asked very quietly, he was pretty sure Nemuri didn’t hear but she did.

“Yup! The words on your soulmate will fade away, but that doesn’t guarantee your words to fade away. Why? Did you lie to me? It’s okay if you did,” She fell back in her chair and started to pet Leo. He was very into it.

Aizawa rubbed at his neck, the terrible words carved into his beck. He traced the letter with his own finger.

“It’s getting late,” He avoided the subject. Nemuri looked outside the window. It was really dark now, the moon was starting to go n the sky, streetlights were turning on, and the stars was being shown.

“Oh shit. I gotta head home. Hey, do you wanna sit together at lunch tomorrow? Most of the girl friends I have hate me, and my guy friends ogle at my tits. So…” Nemuri trailed off looking at Aizawa. She was putting on her bag and jacket, and she also put Leo’s collar back on him.

“Yeah sure,” Aizawa stood up and stretched. He was sitting for too long.

“Cool. Do you want my phone number? I’ll text you where I sit,” She stuck out her hand. AIzawa looked down. Oh right, his phone. He searched through his pocket for his phone, and handed it over to her. “Nice phone. Is this the newest one?” Aizawa only nodded. “Wanna walk me out or…”

Aizawa looked out the window. It was still early, and his curfew was in an hour or so. “Yeah I’ll walk you home. It’s too dark for a girl to walk home alone.”

Nemuri looked at him with a mishevious smirk. “I have a quirk y’know.”

“Still.”

She didn’t protest no more, and picked up the cat. “Okay then. My home isn’t too far from here, so we can walk.” Aizawa nodded, and walked out the cafe with her.

-

The walk to Nemuri’s house was filled with silence. They only talked once or twice, and only about school stuff.

“Who’s your homeroom teacher?”

“Hisakawa sensei”

“Oh shoot I had her last year! She really pushed me and my quirk!”

Once Aizawa left her off, he started walking home. The safest route was to walk back to the cafe, and then back home so he did that. As he walked home he couldn’t help but wonder about tomorrow. Tomorrow he was going to sit with Nemuri at lunch which meant he would sit at the cafeteria for the first time in a long time. He would also have to talk to… him . Aizawa didn’t want to fall in love with Yamada any further anymore. Aizawa just wanted to go back in time and slap himself for falling in love with an cute annoying boy. He’d wish he just… stop loving. Anybody. For a long time. Instead of falling in love, he decided he’s rather just… reject his feelings. Ignore them. Push them aside. Plus, they got in the way of him and his school work. He didn’t need to think about love for a long time.

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The next day at school Yamada didn't show up. According to his friends, he had been suspended for one day for throwing a punch. Aizawa was somewhat happy though. He was in no mood to say sorry for no reason to nobody important.

Lunch time came around, and he searched everywhere for the creepy 2nd year girl. He decided he should call her, but when he saw her he realized that calling her would not be of any use. She walked into the cafeteria with her uniform down shirt unbuttoned down to the beginning of her breast, her skin exposed to drooling boys. Her short black hair was tied up, and she looked like a sweaty mess. The other straight guys did not see her as a mess, they saw her as the actual form of the Greek goddess Aphrodite. When she spotted Aizawa, her sexual vibes flew off and instead a cheery friendly smile replaced it. Instead of walking over to him and making him the center of attention, she nodded towards a door that lead to the courtyard. Aizawa didn't need more signs, he knew to exit through that way.

After waiting for a few minutes, Nemuri walked out happily. She greeted Aizawa and explained the situation she was in. According to her, she was just hot and boys were creeps. But by her smirk that was not the whole story. Aizawa decided to drop it, he didn't care about her sexual life that much.

Luckily, he brought his own lunch. Nemuri had to go back inside to buy food, but they ate in silence mostly. She talked about the cutest girl in class and the weirdest boy in class. She talked about her favorite teacher, and why they were eating inside (it was because the cafeteria was too crowded with creeps). Then Aizawa talked a bit. He explained about his dumb apology to the guy who punched him (Nemuri was furious and hated Yamada already) and then he explained the whole story about the fight (excluding the soulmates part of course). Then both teens talked about cats, and the cat cafe they met each other at.

Unfortunately, both of the teenagers had to go backs to class and they parted ways with goodbyes.

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It was early morning. The sun’s ray burned through people’s curtains, the birds began to chirp and sing, and Aizawa was getting ready for school. So far the morning wasn’t so great. He couldn’t sleep at all last night because of his weird disorder than he didn’t know what was called, and when he did sleep Aizawa’s alarm clock rang so loud Yamada would be jealous of the loudness. Then the shower burned Aizawa, his toast got burnt, his egg was stuck to the pan, and his breath smelled like a dog took a large dookie in it. Fortunately, that was the only thing he could fix.

After brushing his teeth, he ran out his home and headed to school. He wasn’t late per say, but he wasn’t early. About 5 kids had already shown up which was abnormal since Aizawa was always the first one to appear in class. It didn’t matter, it just… ticked off Aizawa. Anyhow he sat down at his seat and nestled his head in the comfort of his arms. He could hear the sounds of more students pouring into class, his stomach filled with dread. His shoulders tensed, his foot tapped faster than Kujo with her speed quirk, and his mouth felt parched. Aizawa tried to hide the back of his neck but it still felt as if the whole world was watching him. Their eyes like darts and he was the target.

He hated it.

He hated knowing that his soulmate was:

1. An asshole

And B) gave him the worst words in all of human history.

Aizawa didn’t even want to apologize. He just wanted to go home and curl up in his bedsheets with the cat named Leo in his bed. Yeah, that sounded like a luxury. It also sounded like an impossible dream that Aizawa could never be able to have.

Needing air, Aizawa lifted his head. Since the world loved him oh so much, Aizawa’s eyes first spotted Yamada. Yamada with his long hair spiking upwards, Yamada with his orange-tinted sunglasses, and Yamada without his mighty smile that could brighten up anyone's day. They seemed to stare at each other for millennials, but that stopped when Yamada got up.

Fuck , Aizawa cursed in his mind. He immediately went to rest his head. Aizawa didn’t try to have an always nonchalant face. He just couldn’t express his emotions correctly. It was rather 0% sad or 100% sad. 0% angry or a 1000000% angry. There was never an in-between. Now Aizawa felt a 100% anxious, and he hated feeling that way. In times of need, a hero should always be smiling, but Aizawa can’t fake a smile. He couldn’t fake a smile as awesome as Yamada’s smile. Last time he tried to fake a smile he made himself cry, so yeah. A smile really wouldn’t help in this dilemma. Best case scenario, Yamada wasn’t even walking towards him! He was probably walking towards his friend or somebody behind Aizawa. Yeah.. not Aizawa. Totally not-

He felt a tap.

He tried not to groan, but a little bit left his mouth. Aizawa, unwillingly, looked up and saw Yamada standing there with his infamous smile.

“Hey,” He didn’t say as loud as usual. Aizawa liked that, he wouldn’t have to use his quirk to quiet down the boy’s quirk.

“Yo,” Aizawa greeted. He stood up. “I’m sorry for the fight and commotion that I caused the other day. The words I said were my opinion and I apologize for hurting you in any way. A good hero would not say such hurtful things and for that. I sincerely apologize.” He bowed and sat on his seat again, his head falling back into his arms. Although Aizawa wanted an apology too, he didn’t expect one. Aizawa longed for lunch but dreaded the time when he had to clean the classroom up.. Alone… with Yamada.

He felt a tap again.

This time he let out a louder groan, but still looked up.

“Uh! I’m sorry too. For…” Yamada avoided eye contact at all cost but Aizawa didn’t really care. He hated eye contact. “Your eye looks really messed up.”

Aizawa flinched. Firstly, did he really look that bad? Already 2 people (not including the people who mentioned it at home) had said that the scar was bad. Secondly,

“I expected an apology, not you disrespecting me,” Aizawa huffed.

“Ah! I’m sorry!” Yamada apologizes repeatedly. “I just- look I'm sorry for the stuff I said that I shouldn’t have said but don’t- just-.”

“Spit it out. A guy with a voice quirk yet he doesn’t know how to speak correctly. The cruel irony,” Aizawa mumbled.

Yamada grunted but talked nonetheless.“Don’t say stuff you don’t know about. Just because you don’t have a soulmate doesn’t mean you can be mean to people who do. Okay?”

Aizawa looked at him with the most puzzled and pissed face.

“Excuse me-” Unfortunately Aizawa didn't get to finish his sentence because the teacher walked in. He still felt a tad bit angry.

“He said that?!” Nemuri screeched so high that it made the birds fly away.

“Shut up.”

“Wow! What an asshole! I hate him! Who is he anyway?” She stuffed some rice in her face. For a girl who tries to be “sexy” all the time, she is extremely messy.

“It doesn’t matter who he is, what matters is that-”

“He’s an asshole,” She finished Aizawa's sentence. Nemuri tapped her chin with her chopsticks.

“Yeah... “ Aizawa scratched the back of his neck.

“Y’know you don’t have to put up with that guy. Just change into another class, like class 1-B. They have good students in there too. I don’t want that guy to ruin your life,” She said with so much care it almost made Aizawa feel a little bad for not telling her who the guy really is.

“It’s fine,” Aizawa stretched on the grass. “A hero needs to learn to be tough, plus he hasn’t done anything too annoying so far. I’ll be fine.”

“Aiz-”

“ I’m Fine ,” Aizawa shot her a glare that made Nemuri drop the subject.

With a sigh, she stood up.“Fine. But if anything happens to you… well, I told you so. Let’s go inside, lunch will end soon.” Nemuri packed up her lunch, and Aizawa did the same. They headed indoors for their next class.

While they walked down the hallway chit chatting- well Nemuri did most of the talking- students rushed past them to get to their class. Aizawa looked at his feet, and he heard someone call out his name.

“With your luck, Aizawa is totally your soulmate.” He heard a classmate laugh.

“ Ugh . Please don’t say that” Yamada’s familiar voice groaned. Awesome, Aizawa thought. He breathed out through his nose but ignored it. Talking to Yamada about it would be deemed unnecessary and a waste of time, but apparently Nemuri didn’t think that way.

She turned around, her hair making a swoosh sound effect, and walked over towards Yamada.

Oh no .

Aizawa reached out for her in time. He grabbed her by the arm, but she was taller and stronger than a thing Aizawa. At least he grabbed her attention.

Although they had only met 2 days ago, they were close to each other. This was Aizawa’s first real friend, and even if he hated to admit it, he cared about her deeply. She was often a target of bullying from other girls, and another toy for guys because of her… body . But Aizawa didn’t care about that, she was a nice girl who got too much crap. He didn’t really want her to scold the guy who made Aizawa feel worthless and pathetic. He also didn’t want Nemuri to get in trouble.

“Don’t trouble yourself with him. It’s another person who wishes bad luck on me. I tend to ignore it,” Aizawa avoided Nemuri eyes, but it seemed she was stabbing him with those crystal blue eyes.

“ I don’t care .” Her words punctured through Aizawa’s skull leaving a mark. Nemuri seemed scarier than she usually is. “You have to stand up for yourself Aizawa. Assholes like that are the reasons why most people with such talented quirks become villains. I don’t want you to…”

Aizawa understood. He took a deep breath and smiled gently at Nemuri.

“Thank you but.- I don’t want to talk to him .” Even though he didn’t say it, Nemuri understood. She looked at the guy with blond spiky hair with wide eyes filled with grudge and rage.

Yamada Hizashi was that guy who punched Aizawa. That guy .

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It was Friday afternoon. Aizawa wasn’t in a rush to head to class, but he was eager to finish his last day of cleaning the classroom with Yamada. The past few days of afterschool cleaning were filled with uncomfortable silence and an awkward tension. Aizawa did his best to act as if he didn’t care, but he always felt Yamada’s eyes on his back. It scared him how creepy Yamada really was. Of course, there were times when it wasn’t silent, and when Yamada tried to make jokes.

“My new thesaurus is terrible! Not only that but it’s terrible! ”

Corny stupid jokes.

Times when Yamada actually tries to be friends with Aizawa.

“Cats or dogs?”

“Cats.”

“I like cats too! My aunt has a cat, and I have a ginger cat. Her name is Koibito.”

He then proceeded to talk about how loving she is, and how she had kittens 2 years ago. It was incredibly irritating mad how Aizawa couldn’t hate Yamada. He couldn’t hate Yamada with his stupid large adorable smile, and his stupid cute shining eyes, and his stupid pretty blonde hair. Stupid. Yamada is stupid. Everything was stupid. Aizawa tried though. If he could stop loving Yamada, his ugly soulmate words would vanish from his neck. It was worth a try.

Aizawa opened the door of the classroom slightly, he returned from the restroom and expected Yamada to be cleaning. He heard mumbling from inside.

“I didn’t want to tell anybody this since it’s not my business, but I think you should know.” A classmates voice was heard inside. Yamada was totally getting a love confession. Awesome .

“Wow. Thank you for telling me!” Yamada said in a not so cheery voice. It made Aizawa somewhat sad to hear Yamada… not happy, but he pushed that thought aside. Why should he care for a boy that broke his heart? Aizawa was about to interrupt the girl’s special moment he had to clean up the class after all. When he opened the door he startled both teenagers.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be on my way,” The girl’s face turned red and she rushed out the door. Aizawa watched as she glanced at him with pity and then disappeared out of the room. What was that about? With a sigh he went back to work, cleaning up after his classmates. He couldn’t say he hated cleaning up, it did make him think about things he often ignored, but he also couldn’t say he loved cleaning. It was hard work and he had done it with a somewhat obnoxious boy over the past week. It was fun though. To work with Yamada. He had his stupid snarky laugh that made Aizawa smile. Even though the two had bad blood between them, Yamada tried very hard to make all that go away. It was hard to say, but Aizawa sort of respected that. Yamada always trying to make new friends and have emotions at ease.

Yamada’s voice disrupted Aizawa’s thought. “Have you gotten your soulmate’s words yet?” He asked softly. Usually, if Yamada ever brought up soulmates he would talk loud with stars sparkling in his lime green eyes, but when he asked Aizawa he said it so softly as if it was against the law to talk about soulmates. His eyes were bright and colorful, they looked more dim and unsaturated. His face looked… empty and concerned. The thought of Yamada thinking about Aizawa in a nurturing way was so weird it gave Aizawa goosebumps shiver down his spine.

The teenager suddenly realized what Yamada asked. Soulmates. Something Aizawa has been trying to get rid off for the past week but has failed miserably. Aizawa flinched at the question. He didn’t want to talk about it with him .

He shook his head no.

“Oh,” Yamada sounded disappointed. “Well, I have! Wanna see?” He smiled his usual large smile warming Aizawa’s heart just a teensy tiny bit. Aizawa didn’t want to care, but of course, he did. Those words written on Yamada are Shota’s words, and last time he only caught a quick glance. Aizawa’s curiosity was too large to bear, and he nodded. Yamada pulled up his sleeve.

You’re so cute .

Aizawa could feel the cringe run down his spine. Really? Those words? Maybe something more normal like “Hey!”. Or a better compliment like “You’re absolutely stunning!” Even a reference to a terrible movie would've been better than that. Aizawa felt disgust run to his face, but before he could show his expression he took a deep breath in. He shouldn’t- no. He couldn’t show how he really felt.

Looking at the words more closer now he realized just how much it contrasted with his. His hand ran up to his neck subconsciously. The words written on the boy’s wrist looked as if it was carefully embroidery on soft silk. Small hoops curved carefully and straight lines looked as neat as a manga artist’s inking. The writing was written in cursive and the letters in the words were as small as a baby mouse. An invitation to a wedding did not have beautiful calligraphy as much as the term on Yamada’s wrist. Aizawa reached out to feel the sentence. It felt as beautiful as it seemed. The cursive letters felt like braille on a smooth surface. The temptation of feelings Yamada’s hands was too much and Aizawa pulled back.

“Sorry,” He whispered darting his eyes anywhere but at the male in front of him. Aizawa didn’t know if he was apologizing for his thoughts, for touching Yamada without asking, for yelling at him about soulmates, or maybe all of the above. He could feel Yamada Hizashi’s eyes staring at him and only him. Aizawa bit down on his bottom lip and went back to work.

Feeling Hizashi’s words made Aizawa feel a lot more self-conscious about his. His words were ugly and tattered. They looked like they were carved into wood and left to decay out in the wind and rain. Aizawa sighed. His words are identical to himself. Ugly.

“Hey,” Yamada’s voice snapped Aizawa from any insecurity that would surely bring down Aizawa’s already low self-esteem. “Since this is our last week together, I was thinking…” His voice trailed off and a small smile rested on his face.

“Let’s hang out!” He said in a way too happy voice. 

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“ Hang out?! ” Nemuri screeched into the phone causing Aizawa to pull away. He was currently getting ready to head out with the one, the only, Yamada Hizashi. Why? Well, he didn’t know why. Yamada was pleading and begging, and he was also extremely persuasive. After some time of Yamada saying “please please please please ” Aizawa got convinced. Somewhere deep inside Aizawa was extremely excited but he didn’t dare to show how he felt.

“Mhm,” Aizawa didn’t enjoy calling. When his aunt called him she was always multitasking, and he always felt like a chore. Another reason he hated it was because of the weird awkward silences that there would be and because he had to talk with another human being.

Aizawa pulled on a black sweater. It wasn’t too cold outside but he wore it just in case.

“Where are you going?” Nemuri shuffled around making the male confused. What was she doing?

“Oh. Uh, we’re going to an arcade. I think,” He whispered the last part. He wouldn’t admit that he wasn’t paying attention to Yamada when they were talking about what to do. He would just say “mhm”, “yeah”, “uh-huh”. Shota wasn’t good at making plans so he left all that work for Yamada. Luckily Yamada sent him the directions this morning so all was fine.

“Which one?” She asked.

“S-” He stopped himself. “You’re not going to y’know . Follow me or anything?” He heard Nemuri gasp exaggeratedly, an obvious clue that she was going to do that. Although she denied it, Aizawa already knew her plans.

“Whatever,” She gave up on trying to get the arcade’s name. “Why are you even going with him? That’s guy is an assho- ”

“I’m wearing pink pants,” Aizawa interrupted her. It was a lie. He really wasn’t wearing pink pants, but he just needed her to stop talking about Yamada for a sec. The male heard Nemuri start complaining about his fashion sense but he just sort of muted her.

There was no denying that Yamada Hizashi was… rude . He yelled at Aizawa, insulted him, hit him, and even jumped to a conclusion about Aizawa. But Aizawa has done the same thing… except hitting the boy.

Aizawa looked into the mirror. His purple eye had almost completely disappeared. It was still very noticeable, but the purple wasn’t as bad as pictures he had seen online. He didn’t want to go looking like a freak. He glanced at the make-up kit one of his aunt’s workers had given him for his birthday. No. No way would he use that. It would take too long and-

“Also! If you go, cover that black eye. You look beautiful with it, but you would look even better without it. Trust me Aizawa,” Nemuri’s voice snap back to reality. Right, she was talking.

“Yeah okay. I will,” Aizawa promised her. He reached for the kit and opened it. Aizawa put his friend on speaker while he put the pale makeup on his skin. A quick tutorial on google helped solve his problem of not knowing how to apply make-up.

“Aizawa,” Nemuri’s soft voice made him stop working for a second. He quickly went back to hiding the purple and answered her with a soft “mhm?”. “Be careful,” She whispered.

Great. He thought they changed this subject but he was wrong. As he opened his mouth Nemuri talked.

“I know you don’t think he’s all that bad, but you don’t know what he’ll do. Do you really think people forgive and forget that easily? I’ve never met the guy, and you have, but that doesn’t change anything. I can worry for you as easily as you can worry for me.” Aizawa knew she meant the best but he wasn’t that weak.

“ I have a quirk y’know. ” He rolled his eyes.

“Still.” She sighed. “Well anyways. Have a nice day with him. If you need an excuse to leave him shoot me a message. I’ll be your hero and you can be mine.”

Aizawa chuckled. “Of course.”

They said their goodbyes and hanged up.

-

Aizawa doesn’t dress up much. The nicest thing he has ever worn is his school uniform and a tuxedo for his mother’s funeral. But that was when he was 7 and he was sort of forced to wear it. He knows he could probably afford every expensive clothing item that he desired, but he likes sticking to the simple stuff. Yet when he approached Yamada, the male gazed at him like he was wearing some sort of outfit you would take to a fancy Victorian ball. Aizawa was only wearing a white shirt, black jeans, and a black loose sweater. If anything Yamada looked thousands of times better. He wore a tank top, jean jacket, jeans, and shoes that Aizawa didn’t know the brand of but knew they were nice. The blonde wore beads around his neck, bracelets decorating his wrist, and black hipster-like glasses framing his colorful green eyes.

“Hi,” Aizawa waved nervously.

“Hey,” Yamada’s voice trailed off, his eyes scanning Aizawa up and down. Finally realizing what he was doing, a blush started to spread to his cheeks. “Let’s go!” He whipped around and walked like a fool. A cute fool.

Aizawa never really went to arcades. Since he was young he has enjoyed staying inside more than going out. He would rather go to a cat cafe than an arcade. Arcades are usually loud, bright, and annoying. (Perfect for Yamada!) Yet this one had a sense of familiarity and calmness. It wasn’t as crowded as Aizawa thought it would be. There was a dancing machine somewhere off to the right, many claw machines lining up against each other, a bowling area to the left, and a place to order food near the bowling area. There was even a prize claiming counter when you would claim your prize (it’s pretty self-explanatory really).

Something about this place made Aizawa feel… happy inside. It wasn’t because of Yamada, it was because of the arcade’s motherly like feeling. A small smile spread on Aizawa.

“There’s an outside carnival-like thing too! Once we’re done inside we can go out,” Yamada smiled then he blushed darker. “I mean go outside! Not.. y’knoww…” Aizawa didn’t even think about the phrasing too much, but the thought of dating Yamada...

Aizawa walked towards the claw machines. His eyes scanned the objects contained inside each box. There was a fluffy, blonde, green-eyed, cat teddy bear that he really wanted. Aizawa turned to look at Yamada and saw him paying for the tickets they needed to play games. The teenager took out his money and inserted it into the claw machines, they would only take actual yen.

After 2 tries of trying to get the stuffed cat, Aizawa finally achieved his goal. A small smile spread across his face and he stuffed his face into the kitty.

“Hey! You got it. I’ve been watching you struggling with that little cat for 8 minutes now!” Yamada said. 8 minutes? Has he really been playing for 8 minutes? “Let’s go play other games yeah?” Aizawa followed Yamada. They played racing games, claw machines, and other games that Aizawa forgot the names of. He couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t fun. Yamada Hizashi constantly made jokes, teased Aizawa lightly, and encouraged his friend to do better. The games were fun, but it tired Aizawa a bit too soon. He never realized how much energy he lacked as a teenager.

“Hey,” Yamada’s hand rested on Aizawa’s shoulder. “Want to go on the outside rides or eat first?”

Aizawa glanced at the rides, they were all crazy roller coasters or soft rides and he knew that if he ate before there was a 100% chance he would throw up.

“Outside,” He whispered walking forwards. The sun was beginning to set, and he didn’t feel like waiting in line for a ride he wouldn’t enjoy. He looked over at the large Ferris wheel.

“Want to go there?” Yamada asked finally joining Aizawa. Aizawa never went to on a Ferris wheel. He would always overhear kids talk about how being on top of the carnival with your crush would make both of you soulmates. He always thought it was just a myth, and a stupid one at that too, but now as he stood with Yamada at his side he believed everything about the myth. About how if you kissed at the top you would marry that person, and that the person you’re with will fall in love with you. Aizawa stepped forward. His mind was yelling at him to stop, to not go, that his heart would break at the top of that Ferris wheel yet his feet walked forward.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes!” He heard Yamada laugh and ran up to catch up with Aizawa. They walked together to the line, which was luckily short, and waited. Aizawa tapped his foot nervously. He never went to any rides, but he doesn’t know if he’s scared of heights. Usually he stayed on the ground, but there were times (like the sports festival) when he flew up in the air, but he was filled with so much stamina it barely passed his mind. Yet now waiting for the Ferris wheel, his guts turned inside out. The teenagers were now at the front of the line, waiting for the next couple of teens to get out. Aizawa rubbed his eyes and bit his nails.

“Hey,” Yamada chirped. “Don’t be nervous. I’m with you.” He said as their hands brushed. Now that made Aizawa ten times more nervous than before! He inhaled a deep breath, and let it out. Everything was going to be fine. Nothing bad would happen.

The people finally came out, all smiling and happy, and then it was Aizawa and Yamada’s turn. Yamada rushed past him, but Shota stood still. His legs finally decided that this idea was the worst idea he ever has had, but they decided too late. Yamada turned around to faced his friend with a large smile, and he looked as Aizawa breathed in and out heavily. Everything was too fast, his breathing was bad, the people behind him were arguing now, the employee was waiting. It’s too much, too much too much-

“Hey,” Yamada took Aizawa's hand. For a second his heartbeat calmed down, but it skyrocketed when he realized he was holding Yamada’s hand. “Don’t worry Aizawa. Let’s have fun.” Yamada led Aizawa to the capsule, and they sat down. Maybe the ride would calm down Aizawa, the town’s lights would ease him up. Hopefully, that would happen.

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Ferris Wheels are fun. They take you really high or really low at a slow pace, and Yamada loved filling that time with jokes. Aizawa enjoyed the view from the large Ferris wheel, he wanted to take a picture but maybe it’ll ruin the moment. As the Ferris wheel went higher, Aizawa felt… lighter. He felt sort of at peace as the wind made his hair fly in the wind. His face was being kissed by the rushing of the wind, and the air smelled like a mixture of food and after it rains. Aizawa closed his eyes lightly.

When his mom was still alive she always promised him that they would go to the carnival, but her job made it hard for her to ever spend time with her son. He barely remembers her, but the photos he has of her reminds him of all the good times they had. Like that one time when she threw him his 6th birthday party and she made cupcakes for just the two of them. The carnival was always expensive and they couldn’t afford it, but every time they would pass by his mom would ask about the tickets fully knowing that they wouldn’t be able to go. Except for the one time they did for half an hour because of the rain.

He was 6, a few days after his birthday, and Aizawa and his mom were walking home after she picked him up from babysitting. The pouring rain forced them to go inside a building and the inside carnival, much like the one he is visiting now, was the nearest one. For 30 minutes Shota felt happy.

“Hey, we’re reaching the top.” Yamada softly touched Aizawa on the shoulder. Aizawa opened his eyes. Wow. The view from the top was a thousand times better than in the middle. He could see the lights of the other rides, the smoke from food stands, people walking around and waiting in lines. He saw the sun dipping low into the horizon as the moon rose into its rightful place, on top of the night skies. Aizawa smiled. He could just imagine his mom from the heavens smiling at him for doing something he never thought he would be doing- being on the top of the Ferris wheel.

“Aizawa,” Yamada’s hand fell on his. Although he wanted to pull away from his hand, his body didn’t move. “Thank you for coming with me. It means a lot you know.” Yamada smiled. Aizawa felt his gut turned inside out. His friend moved closer. Oh god, why was it so hot all the sudden? “I’m sorry about the whole soulmate thing by the way.” God, why was he so close?

“Didn’t you get asked out?” Aizawa finally moved further away from Yamada. He reminded Yamada about the girl who talked to him on Friday. The male looked at him with confused and surprised eyes, but then he laughed.

“Oh no! She was just telling me about something embarrassing I did. It… it was real… yeah.” Yamada’s face fell, but he quickly fixed it. His body came closer to Aizawa’s.

They were too close. Too close. Aizawa could practically feel Yamada’s breath and, was he leaning in?

“Yamada?” Aizawa breathed out.

“Hmm?” The other male looked up with half-closed eyes. How did this 15-year-old look so… beautiful?

“What are you-” Yamada leaned in. His hand reached up to Aizawa’s cheek.

“You know you’re so beautiful, even if people don’t think so. Even if you don’t think so,” Yamada tilted his head to the side. Aizawa felt his face turn red, Yamada called him beautiful. Aizawa gave up on his logic and fell to his want.

He wanted to kiss Yamada.

On top of the Ferris wheel.

With his mom watching from above, being proud of her son.

Aizawa let himself smile. Maybe he can forget what happened in the past. After all, soulmates were full of bullshit. Does it really matter if you get your words or not, or what your words are? Aizawa leaned in, he closed his eyes slowly. Near Yamada, Aizawa felt warm both inside and on the outside.

This was happening.

He was doing it. He’s doing it. He wondered how 1st kissed usually are, probably not as perfect as his.

As Aizawa tilted his head he finally felt it.

“I knew it,” Yamada whispered. After a few seconds of thought, Aizawa realized it.

Yamada’s hand traced on the words right behind Shota’s neck. The horrible, terrible, ugly, disgusting words that Aizawa hated. The words he wanted to forget, the words he had to forget. He was supposed to hate Yamada, hate Yamada’s smile and eyes. Hate Yamada’s laugh and voice. Hate Yamada’s… well… well… everything! But here he was perched on the top of the Ferris wheel that was slowly descending to the floor. It was going to slow. Too slow too slow too slow too slow! Aizawa felt his breath quicken, why was he running out of the air. Yamada’s too close! Too close!

Aizawa pushed away from the other male. He could feel his eyes starting to burn, his nose flared, his fist clenched. He wanted to yell and scream and whine and… and…

Go into his mom’s arms like he used to when he was sad and just… cry. To let it all out. Just like she use to tell him.

‘Let it all out kiddo.’

But he couldn’t because she died, Yamada used him, and his life’s a mess. He wants to go home. To teleport home magically because he never knew how much of an asshole Yamada Hizashi really is.

“Aizawa?” He heard the teenager call his name softly.

“SHUT UP!” Aizawa snapped at him. Yamada moved back in his chair. Aizawa’s eyes returned back to their normal state, and his hair fell lightly on his shoulders. “Just shut up,” He whispered.

Aizawa pulled his knees to his chest and curled his arms around his legs. The last thing he wants to do right now is talk to Yamada.

Maybe he never went on a Ferris wheel with his mom because she knew that he would feel betrayal, heartbroken, and anger all in one minute. Aizawa looked to the night sky. It was truly beautiful, but how can someone enjoy beauty when something so ugly just happens?

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to his one and only true friend.

When did this ride finish again?

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The ride took too long. Aizawa stared out into the distance, watching the sun dip all the way into the horizon. The moon and stars took the bright sun’s place in the heavens above, and the capsule came closer and closer to the ground. Aizawa could hear Yamada’s shaky breath.

Aizawa himself could imagine just how terrible he looked. Red puffy eyes, messy black hair that the wind kept blowing in his face, a runny nose full of snot, and knees up to his chest. He probably looked like a little kid again. Aizawa could hear his messy breathing, the sound of his soft sobs, and the sound of his chattering teeth.

After a long time, Yamada spoke. “I didn’t know your words were… well... Horrib-”

“Shut up,” Aizawa cut him off. He knew his words were terrible, horrible, ugly, disappointing but he didn’t need Yamada to tell him that. He looked over the capsule and to the hard concrete ground. He needed to get over Yamada or he would need to choose the other worse options…

“I’m sorry. I just needed to know,” His voice faded in the end.

“Why didn’t you ask me? What makes you think that would be okay!? To- to just- fucking - DO THAt!!??” Aizawa could feel himself getting angry again, but this time he controlled himself. He didn’t need to waste his time on Yamada. Aizawa took out his phone.

“Just leave me alone… forever,” He whispered.

“Aizawa!” He heard her kind voice. Nemuri ran through the doors that led to the outdoors all the way to Aizawa and gave him a big hug. Nemuri towered over Aizawa by a few centimeters, so her head rest nicely on her small friend. “Are you okay?” She whispered into his ear. Aizawa nodded. Nemuri released herself from Aizawa and gave him a small smile.

She looked over to Yamada, and her smile fell. If Aizawa was in Yamada’s shoes he would be scared shitless. Nemuri was an upperclassman (women?), taller, more skilled, and way scarier than any other villain. She scanned Yamada up and down and grabbed Aizawa’s hand.

“This okay?” She gestured to the hand holding. He nodded back. “Then let’s leave.” Aizawa followed behind her. He was somewhat thankful she didn’t mention Yamada.

“Nice cat,” Nemuri mentioned the stuffed toy Aizawa got at the carnival. He looked over at the black kitty and then at the cat that he was currently petting. Real cats are always better. They were in the cat cafe where they first met. A small white kitten leaned into Aizawa’s touch.

“Thanks. I got it myself,” He mentioned whilst playing with the real cat more. They got their food (Aizawa ordered Tea and Nemuri orderer some sort of sweet with coffee) and they let the real cats roam around the cafe. Aizawa leaned in to drink the classic mint tea he loved very much. Nemuri stuffed her face with the food she ordered.

“You might get sick,” Aizawa warned her.

“Mmm, maybe,” Nemuri shrugged sipping some coffee. She inhaled a deep breath and sat up straight. “Let’s get to the point Aizawa.”

Aizawa looked out the window. Suddenly the trees outside seemed so interesting.

“I won’t push you to talk, but I'm curious. What happen?” She leaned into Aizawa. Her soft hand rubbed his rough knuckles gently and motherly like. Aizawa took a deep breath in.

“Got too close,” He looked everywhere but Nemuri. She probably thought Yamada like, touched him in somewhere inappropriately. Just the thought of that happening made Aizawa blush. “Nowhere like, bad . But, invading personal space I freaked out. Yeah, I’m sorry,” Aizawa whispered the last part. Nemuri sighed, but a smile was still present on her face.

“You know you can tell me anything right? I’m not like the gossip queens of U.A. Up until now, I tended to keep to myself. I promise you I’ll be with you whenever I can,” Nemuri let go of Aizawa’s hand and continued eating. He was happy she didn’t push furthermore.

This time Nemuri walked Aizawa home, against his protest of course. He told her that he should be a gentleman and he should take her home but Nemuri ignored him. When they got to where he lived her mouth gaped. She looked surprised that Aizawa lived so… rich . He, of course, invited her inside and she agreed.

“Wow, Aizawa. You live… so… nice!” She seemed to love every flower and painting that decorated the lobby.

“It’s a luxury apartment I guess. Not mine, I don't own it!” He put his hands in the air before Nemuri suspected anything. “It’s well… my aunts. She does all the work and business stuff, not me. I don’t think I could ever,” He sighed.

They entered the elevator and Aizawa pressed the button to the top floor.

“Do you and your aunt get along?” Nemuri asked.

“Well enough. She’s mostly busy all the time, but when we talk we don’t fight.” They exited out the elevator and Aizawa opened the door. “Welcome to my house- er - apartment. Sorta.” He opened the door and Nemuri seemed to love it. She took off her shoes of course, but then wandered into the place as if it was a mansion. Aizawa sat on the couch, his new stuff cat decorating the previously white couch. Nemuri finally sat beside Aizawa.

“You live lovely,” She smiled making Aizawa feel a bit better of his home. Sometimes it felt so… empty. Alone in his large apartment with nobody but a butler and himself. Now Nemuri here made him feel more homely.

“Wanna order something?” Aizawa whipped out his phone.

“I just ate.”

“Yeah, a snack. Plus, all I drank was tea. I'm hungry,” He started ordering food and Nemuri eventually joined in.

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Aizawa walked into his class, his alarm kept ringing in his ears. He was tired and cold for some reason. He sat down in his seat waiting for his usual schedule to start.

This morning Aizawa looked in the mirror, more specifically at the words behind his neck. They were starting to fade. He was worried and scared, but mostly relieved. He didn’t want to fall in love. It would mess with his schedule and his future pro-hero job. It made him vulnerable and weak. But what he really cared for was that he hated his soulmate, and the fading words showed it very much. 3 weeks had pissed since Yamada made his move. 3 weeks . Nemuri hadn’t forgiven Yamada, her grudge grew stronger and larger whenever he walked by Aizawa and Nemuri in the hallways. Aizawa traced the fading words, how soon until they just disappeared? How soon until he never loved again? How soon until he finished class- no. Until he finished school ? How long until he was a pro-hero?

Class started way sooner than Aizawa would’ve liked, but it started nonetheless. He waited impatiently for lunch, where he got to see his one and only friend. Nemuri.

He tapped his foot impatiently, not caring about the teacher’s lesson. Luckily for him, his prayers were answered. He ran out of class without a second thought and headed to lunch. His class gave him an uneasy feeling, but before he could make it out of class somebody stopped him.

A light hand fell on his shoulder, stopping Aizawa mid-track. He turned around to see his classmate. Kujo Elizabeth, the foreigner. Her long black hair fell down to her waist, her uniform suited her nicely, and a nice warm smile on her face.

“Aizawa correct?” She said in perfect Japanese. Aizawa nodded. He couldn’t say he knew Kujo closely, they only ever talked about school and homework. Aizawa wasn’t one to talk much either way. He often stared off into space, but his eyes sometimes fell on the girl in front of him. She was smarter than any other person in the class, cared less about love unlike the other girls, and was sophisticated and orderly. Aizawa sort of admired her for all her features, she would indubitably become an awesome pro hero when she got older.

“Something has been in my mind these past few days, shall we walk and talk?” Aizawa nodded yet again. What was she thinking about? And why was it related to Aizawa? The male teenager felt somebody staring at him from behind, a creepy feeling gave him goosebumps, but when he turned around he saw nobody. It was probably his paranoia.

As they walked down the hallway and towards the cafeteria, Kujo asked Aizawa a question.

“To tell you the truth, I have two questions. But I’ll ask the more important question,” she said. “You arrive early every single day to school, earlier than the sensei sometimes. My curious mind has led me to find out more about you. I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like… observing.”

Kujo was creeping out Aizawa.

“You live nearby yes?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll just cut straight to the point. Is your mom or dad  the founder of the very luxurious hotel here?” She turned to look at Aizawa, but all he did was shake his head.

It was true, his mom wasn’t the founder of the hotel. It was his aunt, the woman he lived with, that claimed ownership over the hotel. That’s why they were so wealthy, because of the famous hotel that even the citizens here want to stay there. Aizawa should be proud of his aunt, but he didn’t want to be outcasted because of the amount of money his family had. He was already a weirdo as it was, the money would make him even less popular.

“Oh. Well, here’s my second question.” Aizawa looked over at her. Her blue eyes shining with curiosity. “Are you Yamada-kun’s soulmate?”

Aizawa stopped, choking on his saliva. Kujo quickly went to help him out, but Aizawa pushed away her hand.

“I’m fine,” He whispered. “I- No. I’m fine. I just-” Where did this come from?! Did she like Yamada is that why? Maybe she hated Aizawa and was going to use this information as blackmail, or maybe maybe maybe-

“No,” He breathed in. Not anymore .

Kujo seemed to pierce his soul with those glowing blue eyes that made him feel uneasy. She nodded in confirmation, her hand on her lips in a thinking state. Maybe it was Aizawa’s mind, but was she smiling?  

With a deep breath, Kujo smiles softly. “Thank you for your time Aizawa.”

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“What a creep,” Nemuri pondered. Aizawa, of course, had told her what happen about Kujo’s question. “Maybe she likes you?”

Aizawa almost spat out his water! Kujo Elizabeth liking Aizawa? Ha! If Yamada didn’t like him, how could some other chick even like Aizawa a tiny bit? Just the idea of Kujo having a crush on Aizawa made him feel.. Well… weirded out. She was too independent-like to have a crush on Aizawa. Still, the idea of someone as smart and cool as her having a crush on some low life loser made Aizawa blush a bit. Not because he was straight- oh god no!- but because nobody likes him, not even his own soulmate….

Aizawa shook his head and changed the subject. “Are you failing your classes?”

Nemuri seemed shocked at the sudden question, but red fell on her cheeks. “No~” She said, obviously lying. Aizawa chuckled a bit, of course, Nemuri wasn't doing well in classes, she always seemed to be at the cat cafe instead of doing work. Aizawa smiled a bit, and suddenly the cold chill fell on him again. Quickly, he whipped his head back to see what- or who it was- but again there was nobody there.

“You okay?” Nemuri asked worriedly. Aizawa sighed. This couldn't just be his paranoia- no. Something or someone was watching him. He sighed again and nodded.

“Yeah, just the chills,” His eyes practically demanded the subject be dropped. Nemuri nodded and did just that.

Aizawa was going to find out who this stalker was, even if it took him all school year.

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“Don’t forget okay?” Nemuri told her best friend.

“Mhm yeah,” He responded.

“ Shouta ,” Nemuri rested her palms on her hips looking at Aizawa with that motherly look on her face that was saying if-you-forget-I’ll-murder-you.

“I promise.” He offered his friend a reassuring smile. With a sigh, Nemuri left the cat cafe. The two teens promised to meet on Saturday in the evening to do normal teen stuff. Mall, the cat cafe, and then a movie. Although Aizawa disliked doing anything that required physical movement and it wasn’t being a hero, he enjoyed being around Nemuri’s tough personality. It was also hilarious watching male teenager’s jaws open wide and fall to Nemuri’s very… showing outfits.

Aizawa waved Nemuri goodbye through the window. He was staying in this cafe until very late. His aunt was coming home on Sunday which meant they were going to probably spend the whole day together. So today, Friday, was his only free day without two tough women calling Aizawa “adorable!!!” and “sooo cute!! ”.

The male tied up his hair into a terrible ponytail. He went back to studying for a test coming up. It was so difficult to study with so many distractions but his home was too quiet. After some time of staring at the papers in front of him, Aizawa laid back and closed his eyes. Too many numbers and words, he needed a break.

The teen stood up and walked over to a cat. He petted the cute little kitty and smiled a bit. The cat hissed at Aizawa but the male just tilted his head. What was up with this cat? The cat bit Aizawa and ran away leaving the teen shocked and confused. What? Just? Happened? Did all cats except Leo hate him?

“Hey, are you okay?” Somebody asked. Aizawa tensed up. Was somebody watching him? Aizawa looked at the person.

Some kid from school that Aizawa didn’t know the name of but he had seen before.

Aizawa nodded and turned to leave but the kid called him out again. Aizawa turned around with a sigh. The other male walked over to Aizawa.

“You’re bleeding,” He took Aizawa’s hand. Oh god. What was this kid doing? The kid looked into Aizawa’s eyes and leaned in. What the hell ?!

“Hey!” Somebody else yelled and pulled the kid. “Leave him alone! He said he’s fi- ohh .” That somebody who yelled was the one and only Yamada Hizashi. “Are you okay?!” He practically screamed.

Aizawa didn't need somebody saving him, he was fine on his own! How dare Yamada even come near Aizawa, after what happened 5 weeks ago?! Aizawa opened his mouth to speak but stopped. His neck. It hurt. It burned. Again. It felt like he was on fire. Like his whole neck and face was burning. He hadn’t ever experienced this but it burned like hell. No. It was worse than hell. Aizawa walked back a bit. The words on his neck had started to fade, they were barely visible, but now around his soulmate, they started to appear again. It hurt, but less than the first time he got the words. Aizawa breathed in slowly and calmly.

“I’ll get paper towels!” The kid said and left leaving Aizawa and Yamada alone.

“Here sit,” Yamada held Aizawa and gently made Aizawa sit on the seat. Aizawa breathed in heavily. His hand was starting to hurt a little, but the feeling in his neck overpowered the sharp pain in his hand. Aizawa took Yamada’s hand. Aizawa couldn’t see but the blonde haired boy blushed a little.

“Did it hurt?” Aizawa whispered to Yamada. Yamada inched forward to hear better.

“What?”

“When you got your words? Did it hurt?” Aizawa breathed out again. A tiny bit of blood from his hand trickled down to his knuckle and onto Yamada’s hand.

“No not really,” Yamada whispered back. “It hurt just a little. But after the terrible burning sensation, it felt cool and it made me feel a little high. Why? Did yours?”

Aizawa chuckled a bit. Yeah, it did. His ears were bleeding, his neck, his heart, and the punch in the face weren’t needed. So yeah. It did hurt. “Yeah. Everything hurt.” Yamada looked at Aizawa with sorrow.

After many weeks of thinking and thinking, Yamada realized that he was an idiot. A huge idiot with a stupid brain and stupid everything. Aizawa didn’t deserve this blame and hurt.

“How?”

Aizawa looked up at Yamada and gave a very sadistic smile. It hurt in many ways. Aizawa stood up from his chair. Where is that kid with the paper towels? Aizawa looked all over. Did the kid leave?

“Can you get me a napkin?” Aizawa asked the other teen. The blonde haired boy nodded and went to grab napkins. He gave all of the 30 napkins to Aizawa. That was a bit too much.

Aizawa touched his neck gently with his fingers and applied a tad bit of pressure. When he removed his fingers to take a look, a red color was visible on his fingers. Was he bleeding?

“Oh shit,” Yamada breathed. “Are they from?”

Aizawa glared at Yamada.

“Right,” Yamada breathes out. “Sorry.”

The raven-haired boy walked to the bathroom and cleaned up the minimal amounts of blood. When he was cleaned up, he let his hair down once again. Nobody needed to see the words.

Aizawa turned around to see Yamada again, behind him.

“I saw them. I know what they are,” Yamada said. Great. Awesome. God . Why was Yamada still here?! Aizawa pushed past him and out the bathroom. He gathered his stuff and got ready to leave. But once again, Yamada was behind him.

“Look, listen,” Yamada breathed. “I'm sorry. I really am. I hurt you in more ways than one and after that, I hurt you again. I'm sorry! I'm stupid and dumb and and and- I'm sorry! I hope you can forgive me.”

Aizawa glared at him. “Stop following me.”

Yamada looked up at him. “Alright,” he said. Wait- it was him! Aizawa had just taken a lucky guess! Yamada is weird!

“Will you forgive me?”

Aizawa stared at the teenager in front of him begging to be forgiven. “A couple of words don't fix everything.”

Yamada frowned. “I know. I know. But this is my start! A new beginning for us! We're soulmates, we have to be together!”

“No we don't,” Aizawa said.

Yamada flinched. “Look. That girl that day told me she saw your words the day when I… well when I yelled at you. I just wanted to check for myself!”

“Well, you could've asked!” Aizawa walked out the front door of the cafe, he had paid already. Yamada followed him behind.

“I did! That same day I asked and you said no!” Yamada whined.

“Well, then you shouldn't have pushed. If you hadn't noticed, they're disgusting!” Aizawa spat. His hair started to float a bit. “They they they- they're ugly! Ugly words! Ugly letters with an ugly font! You- you- you don't care! You're words are beautiful! Mines aren't!”  Aizawa walked off, he really didn't want Aizawa to follow him but the other teen did.

“I think they're just fine! Those words make us soulmates! They force us to be together! Haven't you noticed that they've started to fade?! Aizawa, we can't let that happen!”

“And why not!?” Aizawa breathed heavily. “What's so wrong about that? You're making it seem like it's the worst thing in the world.”

The blonde breathed in slowly, he breathed out even slower. With eyes full of sorrow, Yamada looked up at Aizawa. Green eyes met black eyes. Yamada held Aizawa’s hands.

“Hey. Hey. I’m an asshole, I know that. I was a jerk, I was rude, I-I was- I am well… I’m mean! But, please Aizawa. Please give me another try,” he pleaded. Aizawa chewed the inside of his cheek. Should he? What has Yamada done for him?

Yamada did nothing but hurt him both physically and mentally. Why should Aizawa give him a second chance? Actually- why should he give him a third chance? A person doesn’t change overnight, but it has been 5 weeks. What would Nemuri think? What about his aunt? Or maybe he mom? Three chances were too much, but then again, the third time's the charm. Aizawa licked his lips and gazed back at Yamada. He sure looked pretty basked in the warm glow of the sun’s rays. Maybe… well…

“Fine,” Aizawa sighed. He’s an idiot. A huge idiot for accepting this… this… whatever this is. “But I still don’t forgive you.” Aizawa was dumb! Yamada wasn’t different! Maybe he was just using the raven-haired boy, yeah, that’s probably it! But… but god that face made Aizawa want to be around his soulmate 24/7.

Yamada’s green eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

“You won’t regret it!” Yamada cheered. He kissed Aizawa on the cheek and ran away.

Did Aizawa make a good decision?

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“You you you youu-” Nemuri breathed out heavily. “Goddammit Aizawa!” “Nemuri,” Aizawa sighed. He had told his best friend after days of thinking if he should or if he shouldn’t tell her. Aizawa and Yamada had a “date” next weekend so of course, Aizawa told Nemuri. She is obviously furious.

“What?! What!? Actually- Actually don’t tell me I don’t want to know! Wait -no! I don’t care! I- uh - UGHH!” She scoffed. “Shouta he hurt you 2 times! TWOO!!!”

Aizawa nodded. That was true.

“Nemuri, I didn’t answer your call for you to lecture me. I’m old enough to understand all of my decisions,” Aizawa ran his hand through his black hair.

“Well, you obviously knew what you were getting into when you answered so-”

“Listen. I’ll call you later,” Aizawa sighed.

“Aizawa!”

He hung up. He already knew she was going to be pissed tomorrow. The teen fell back on his bed. His aunt and him would be hanging out the whole day today. Well… they were supposed to. It was 3 pm and she was supposed to pick him up at 10 am. He wasn’t surprised though, it wasn’t her first time doing this. Aizawa couldn’t blame his aunt though, he loved her with all his heart. The thing that kept Aizawa’s aunt away from him was all the busy work she had to do with her company, the hotel, other properties she owned all around the world. Last time he checked, Aizawa’s aunt was in the United States. Maybe if he was any other kid he would do high school online and travel the world with his mom’s sister, but his dream was to become a hero not… well, not anything else.

Aizawa easily made himself sad. His mom used to say that the only person that makes him extremely sad, is himself and that one day he would grow up to be a grumpy, sad sad sad old man with large sad wrinkles and a large sad frown. So yeah, he tried to stop pissing himself off. A second ago he hung up on his only friend for an asshole, who was also his soulmate. He also made himself extremely, out of the ordinary, depressed because his very tardy aunt wasn’t home early.

God! What was he, 12 again?!

His aunt was busy, and she didn't have time for that and he should understand. For once in his life, he should stop being a selfish crybaby.

A ding came from his phone. Aizawa didn't want to check who it was, he didn't want to check who the ding was from, all he wanted to do was go under all of his blankets and cry. Nonetheless, he checked his phone, the message was from Yamada.

Tuesday after school, I’ll meet you outside and in front of the class .

Aizawa felt his face get warm, why was he falling for this punk? His words were starting to come back and Aizawa didn’t know if he should be devastated or excited. One day with Yamada and the almost faded worse were more visible than ever. Aizawa hadn’t actually checked in the mirror, he hadn’t check if they came back entirely but he could feel it. He could feel the lines being stitched back on him. Aizawa didn’t reply, the smile on his face warned him that he was falling again. He put his phone down and went back to spacing out. He should get a hobby.

Another ding was heard from his phone and he picked it up faster than he would like to admit.

It was from his aunt.

My plane is delayed. Won’t be able to hang out with you today. Sorry : (

Aizawa let out a loud devastated sigh. Great. No really, great ! He wanted - no he deserved to be alone. He deserved having a terrible soulmate, he deserved to not have a mom or dad, he deserved being an asshole to his one and only friend, he deserved being alone. Aizawa opened this phone and texted his aunt.

It’s okay. Thanks for trying.

It wasn't okay. It wasn’t okay at all and Aizawa knows he shouldn't get angry but he was looking forward to this all week! He knows it wasn’t his aunt's fault but he just- he just-

Aizawa just wants someone. He wants his mom back.

Aizawa sniffled and wiped the tears forming in his eyes. The teen can’t do anything about anything though, he walked out of his place and to the cafe.

“Hey there,” Aizawa whispered to the cat that curled on his lap. “You just want food don’t you?” The cat purred louder and Aizawa gave him some of his food that cats can actually eat, the kitty ate and left Aizawa alone. Just what he needed.

Aizawa pulled out his phone and scrolled through the internet. He sipped the cup of tea in front of him and continued to be on the phone.

“Aizawa!” Nemuri’s voice snapped Aizawa out from his scrolling. Immediate guilt covered his entire body and he found himself tensing at the sight of his friend. He opened his mouth to talk but the girl in front of him didn’t allow it. “You’re fine. Okay. I get your reason I’m just… I’m just worried okay?”  Aizawa nodded.

“Sorry,” He mumbled. Nemuri sat next to him and told him it was fine.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your aunt?” She asked.

“Her plane got delayed.”

“Oh.” Silence fell between the two fo them. “Let’s call Yamada then!”

“What!?” Aizawa’s voice cracked and his face turned red. Nemrui giggled. “We-we can’t do that!”

“Oh yeah? Why not?”

She had a good point.

“What if he’s busy?” Aizawa pushed her from his seat.

“Nobody's ever busy if their soulmate is calling them,” Nemuri sat across Aizawa.

“What if I’m bothering him?”

Nemuri raised a brow. “Really? It’s like you didn’t hear my last response!”

Aizawa shook his head. “No! No way!”

Nemuri chuckled. “Calm down it was only a suggestion.”

Aizawa pushed his hair away from his face and pouted. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Yamada could put his arm around Aizawa and they could laugh and talk and all things would be okay. Aizawa felt himself smile, butterflies formed in his stomach. He needs to stop thinking about the guy so much.

“Wow,” Nemuri let out. “She’s hot.”

Aizawa looked up and out the window. A girl with blue hair and shorts too short walked by with earbuds in her ears. Aizawa shrugged. He wasn’t into girls but yeah she was okay, not as beautiful as Yamada though. The girl walked away but Aizawa could see her standing in front of the door waiting for someone. Aizawa let his eyes fall and look at his friend in front of him. She was blushing. Oh my god! Nemuri was blushing!
“You like her!” Aizawa let out. “Oh my god, you like her!”

“Shut up! No, I don’t!”

“You were just staring at her ass,” Aizawa laughed. “Oh my god!”

Nemuri stook out her tongue. “Whatever!” Aizawa looked out the window again and saw the girl with a blonde guy. Maybe the two were dating, it hurt Aizawa that this girl might have already got her soulmate. He watched as the two disappeared into the store.

“Oh my god, she came in!” Aizawa told Nemuri. “Switch with me! Switch with me!”

Nemuri did as she was told, and Aizawa felt himself smile a real smile . That giddy feeling started bubbling in his stomach and Nemuri’s eyes lit up. She let out a squeal.

“YES!” Her smile widened at the sound of the bell near the door jingle. Her eyes never left the blue haired girl and Aizawa found himself laughing.

“She that pretty?” Aizawa raised a brow.

“She’s so hot,” Nemuri looked her lips, then paused and moved closer to the window with a large blush covering her face.

“What happen?!” He asked.

“She heard me ,” Her face turn a dark shade of red. Aizawa started laughing loud at Nemuri’s embarrassment, he turned to look and saw the girl and her buddy walking towards them.

“She’s coming! Act normal!” Aizawa said sipping on his tea.

“Wha-”

The blue haired girl smiled. She stayed still looking at Nemuri as if she was trying to think of something to say. The Blonde Hair guy finally made his way to the girl, and when Aizawa saw him he choked on his tea.

“Yamada,” Aizawa’s face turned a shade of pink.

“Hi,” Yamada bit on his bottom lip. The two looked at each for a long time with longing in their eyes.

“I think you’re as pretty as a sexualized daisy,” The, now that Aizawa looked closer, green-blue haired girl joked causing Nemuri to laugh. The corner of his lips twitched but he didn’t smile. Nemuri went to clutch her wrist.

“Oh good, you felt that too. I really hoped it was you and not anyone else,” The girl sat next to Nemuri and wrapped an arm around her. She showed them her wrist, it said She’s so hot . “I’m Emi Fukukado, and this is-”

“Yamada. Yeah, we’ve met,” Aizawa smiled.

“OoOO! Are you his soulmate?” Fukukado kissed Nemuri on the cheek. “Ooo! You have soft cheeks, do you want to go on a date?”

Nemuri’s jaw was still dropped but she nodded slowly.

“Awesome! Yamada sit! This is officially our  Double Date!” She took out her phone and snapped a pic nobody was ready. Aizawa’s hair was hiding half of his face, Yamada looked so nervous, Nemuri was looking at her soulmate as if she was a goddess, and Fukukado was smiling brightly showing a peace sign. She pocketed her phone and ordered everyone food. “I’ll pay for it, don’t worry.”

Aizawa’s head started hurting and his heart started beating because Yamada’s hand and his were nearly touching! Touching, and no he wouldn’t move it. Aizawa forced himself to look away from how close their hands were and looked at Nemuri. She was holding hands with her soulmate, ugh. Aizawa wishes he was that close with his own soulmate. Aizawa looked at Yamada, he only smiled.

“So our date is early?” Yamada joked.

Aizawa nodded his head and looked out the window. Although he looked nonchalant he was freaking out on the inside, oh god when will this end?