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Yaoyorozu Momo didn’t know who her soul mate would be. She didn’t know if was a man or a woman, older or younger than her, taller or smaller, if their hair would be short or long. She didn’t know anything about them; But she knew that she loved them, even if she still didn’t know their face, but she knew that their Quirk was sound or music-related.
The tattoo under her wrist was the musical key of the Sun, small and indelible.
Momo liked to create small musical instruments; She spent a lot of time in her grandfather’s library, investigating sounds and structure, with the shape of the tattoo in a visible place, wondering if her soul mate would love them.
She wasn’t sure how she’d recognize her soul mate, Momo had no idea what her own mark was, they were supposed to be based on the Quirk, which manifested at the age of four, or in which part of their soul mate’s body would be. Her father had comforted her by telling her that when soul mates finally meet, the moment their eyes met, they knew they were meant to be.
Momo hoped that her mark would be easy to recognize and that her soul mate wouldn’t have problems when they met her.
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She’d have liked to have participated with her future classmates in the entrance exam to the U.A. and to know them first-hand, but her mother had already sent the letter of recommendation before she or her father had told her otherwise.
The recommendation exam wasn’t so hard either, there were few students and even among them, not all entered, as she realized the boy named Yoarashi who didn’t show up on his first day of classes and didn’t enter the Class B.
She had already spoken with a couple of her new classmates, well, they approached her. Most of her classmates seemed to know each other for years, that made her feel excluded, she had gone to a private middle school and had little time to socialize with her former classmates since she had to perfect her Quirk.
Momo also knew that none of the few present was her soul mate, she had already exchanged glances with everyone, and she felt nothing. Maybe that’s why she didn’t feel the urge to ask their permission to analyze their mark, however much she wanted.
Yaoyorozu squeezed the sleeve of her school uniform. And what if her soul mate wasn’t in the U.A. and she had to wait another few years to meet them until they were heroes?
“How could you confuse the classrooms? It has a giant A on the door.” Someone, a female voice, seemed to scold another person.
“I didn’t know she was trying to steal my registration papers.” A blond boy with a black stripe entered — Rather inside, he ran.
Momo’s eyes widened when she saw a short, thin girl with short purple hair with a few strands of lavender, and plug-like lobes. The frown that that girl had was completely erased as soon as their eyes met — Momo noticed that her eyes were a neat onyx color, just like the first necklace she received on her fifth birthday.
Was she her soul mate — ? How should she approach her? Did she have to say hello first or wait until the first day will end? What if she spoke to her first and Momo had no idea what to say? What if she was disappointed because — ?
“Hi.”
Momo awoke from her worrying thoughts as soon as she heard a curious voice and a pair of eyes look at her carefully. “Hello.” She responded automatically, almost stammering.
Both were visibly nervous.
The blond boy with the black stripe approached them. “Nice to meet ya! I’m Kaminari Denki, I’d like very much if you’d give me your telephone number — ”
Kaminari didn’t finish speaking, the girl’s ears had got up and plugged into him, seeming to electrocute him or stun him.
“It’s not the time, Kaminari.” The girl scratched her cheek, averting her gaze, “Jirō Kyōka.” She said shyly.
Momo gasped upon hearing such a fantastic name, “Nice to meet you,” She extended her hand, “I’m Yaoyorozu Momo.” She smiled broadly when Jirō took her hand, giving a slight handshake and on Jirō’s pinky finger she could see a small symbol of infinity.
She finally found her soul mate.