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The day Hitoshi got his soulmate was one of the best days of his life. Right beside getting adopted. 

He was a few weeks into living at the orphanage and it was pretty bad so far. Bullying from the kids, the adults kept forgetting him at meals, and such, the schoolmaster didn’t give him homework and then yelled at him for not having it the next day.

Then a small blue hi in slanted letters appeared on his wrist and he couldn’t help to reply with another hi which to his surprise turned quickly to a pretty purple color that looked a lot like his hair and eye color.

And a jerk of pain startled Hitoshi as he was dragged from the playroom to the dining room by one of the older kids. He must have missed the dinner bell he was so occupied in his soulmate.

After the quick dinner and clean up, Hitoshi went straight back to his room and wrote to his soulmate again.

Sorry i got cut off i was grabbed for dinner

It’s fine

What should i call you?

Other then purple

Hito is fine

You can call me Sho I guess.

I’m glad your nice

Me too If I had gotten someone mean i don’t know what i would have done

Your I’s went from I to i

Spelling and grammar is hard

True true

Hitoshi let out a little laugh much to the annoyance of his older roommate, Lilly. “Sorry Lilly I got my soulmate today” The boy whisper signed and the girl’s face slacked a bit. She was one of the only ones who knew sign language so Hitoshi was paired with her pretty much right away when he got to the children’s hell home.

Since Hitoshi’s villain quirk was voice-activated he was forced to wear a muzzle almost 24/7 and when he took it off for meals he wasn't allowed to speak. The boy had only been here a few days but he had already learned his lesson. 

The hard way.

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He and Sho grew closer and Hitoshi learned that Sho’s father was a hero that ‘trained’ him though it was just abuse really.

Eventually, Hitoshi built up the courage to tell his soulmate about his quirk and what it was like in the foster system. It was hard but they stuck together.

And then life threw them for another loop.

Hey Hito u ok?

He stared at his arm in confusion. The purple-haired boy had just assumed that the shared pain that he felt now was Sho’s. 

I should be the one asking you that. Was training worse than usual?

No he was out of town today

Now Hitoshi was really confused. If it wasn’t Sho and it wasn’t him who was in so much pain?

Then who’s hurting?

…

…

Sho seemed to figure it out at the same time as Hitoshi and spoke(?) the question that was on both of their minds.

Do we have a third?

It would make sense

I have mixed feelings about it
On one hand i’m glad to have another soulmate

But they’re hurting a lot all the time

Yea…

Two years passed and life was fine until life decided that it would be a good time for another speed bump. It was a pretty normal day, bullies, bad teachers, bad foster parents, you know the usual when Hitoshi found police cars in front of his current foster home. Curious, Hitoshi went up to the front door and knocked.

A police officer opened the door and greeted him with a, “Hey kid. Do you need something?”

The cat-like boy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What happened here?” he asked.

“The foster home here was reported. It’s even said that a kid with a so-called, ‘villainous quirk’ was trapped into a cabinet for days at a time. What are you doing here? Are you babysitting?” The police officer answered.

“I live here?”

At his reply, the police officer’s face went from slightly bored to an :O face. “Well then, the detective will want to speak to you.” and pointed Hitoshi over a serious-looking man in a brief coat.

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Hitoshi had been sitting at the police department for 3 hours now and needless to say, he was bored.

Sho was in training, he could feel it so it was best not to write. It would just get him hurt more if his Dad saw.

If only his old foster parents had cared enough to get him a new phone when they broke the other one. Maybe he could try to sleep? Maybe Insomnia would subside for a bit now that everyone was out of the house. 

The purple-haired boy was about to try and dozed off when an officer approached him. “Excuse me? Shinsou Hitoshi?”

“Yeah? That’s me.” He gave the confirmation of his identity and the officer continued.

“Since there was a problem getting to your normal foster agent you have been set up with a temporary foster family until someone can get to contact with Ms. Jealy.” Hitoshi nodded along with the officer's words. “They’re waiting for you in the main lobby.” The blue uniformed woman added at the end, almost like an afterthought.

“Shou-should I go now?” Hitoshi asked her.

In reply, she gave a warm smile and nodded once. After giving a tight but not fake smile back at the woman, Hitoshi grabbed his school bag and stepped into the main lobby where he was met with 8 different faces. How would he be able to tell which ones were his new emergency foster parents?

However his wonders were cut short by a man with long blonde hair and bright green eyes with glasses half yelled towards the boy, “Hi! Are you Hitoshi?”

Smiling nervously Hitoshi made his way towards the bright man and another man with black hair and a scarf that was sitting right next to the blonde man. They seemed to be exact opposites, The black-haired man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, kind of like Hitoshi, and the blonde looked like he was the kind to have boundless energy. 

The loud blond looked like he was about to yell something else but a quirk infused glare from his friend (?) shut him up quickly. “Wait a second! You’re Eraserhead!” Hitoshi all but yelled. He knew that he recognized the tired man from somewhere. He didn’t expect one of his foster parents would be his lifelong idol but it’s not like this was bad exactly.  

The other man laughed at Eraserhead’s sour face. “Yup, you got it kid. How'd you know?” Hitoshi looked down in embarrassment. 

“He's my favorite hero…” The insomniac mumbled. Somehow this cracked the man up even more and he elbowed the underground hero who was now hiding in his capture weapon. 

“I’m Yamada Hizashi and this is Aizawa Shota. You’ll be living with us for a while until further notice.” The blond man, Yamada, said with a smile. Aizawa, seemingly recovered from the earlier embarrassment, said his piece to the lilac haired boy. “We are both pro heroes so it’s important that you never tell anyone our names.”

“Both pro heroes?” Hitoshi murmured under his breath, “Ah! You’re Present Mic! Wait… Shoto owes me money! He’s going to be so excited!” Another laugh from Yamada shook Hitoshi out of his thoughts about his soulmate.

“I’m guessing this Shoto is your soulmate? Why would he owe you money?” Hitoshi looked down at his feet, “You're not upset that my soulmate’s a guy?”

This time Aizawa responded, “I think it would be very hypocritical if we judged you on that.” Hitoshi rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment of the fact he had overlooked. “Right. Uh, he owes me money cause I thought you two were married and he thought that you were dating.”

Somehow this makes Yamada laugh even harder, “You won then! We should head back home. What do you want for dinner?”

A year passed with Hitoshi being fostered by the two men and Hitoshi was given an amazing surprise.

SHOSHSOSHOSHSO

Yeah?

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I came home today and both Hizashi and Shota were sitting at the table with a bunch of paperwork and I went over there and guess what the paperwork was about?

What

IT WAS ADOPTION PAPERS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That’s great
I’m super happy for you

I’ve lived with them for about a year now… should I tell them about our 3rd?

If they are going to actually be your parents you should

Ok. I’ll do it tomorrow
Thanks Sho
How was training today

Same as normal
The old man brought a trainer to try and convince me to use my fire just like my dad

Blegh

I would talk later but I should probably go to bed

Okay
Night Hito

Night Sho

Hitoshi sighed as he capped his pen and tossed it onto his desk, tomorrow he’d tell them.

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Hitoshi only got the chance to mention it at dinner the next day. It went over pretty well, ending with a giant hug that even Shota, mr. no affection, joined in.

Hizashi made the purple haired boy promise to tell them about any updates and the three separated to do their after dinner chores. 

I did it

You told them? 

How did they react

They understood, said they would tell me about their 3rd soulmate tomorrow 

Apparently he died when they were teens

I really hope they don't die

It would be really nice to meet them in the future

It would.  

 The next day Hitoshi was told about his third dad, Oboro. They had been dating for a few months when he was crushed in a villain attack back in their second year. Even though the insomniac had never met his parents’ third soulmate, he felt like he did. 

Shota even said that he reminded them of the man they loved. 

Hitoshi really hoped that he and Sho would get to meet and love the hell out of their missing soulmate.

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A week and a half later saw Hitoshi running into the living room with tears in his eyes furiously scribbling on his arm.

Stop!

Why are you doing this?

Pls just talk to us

We want to help you

Pls just tell us what’s wrong

We can help

Just don’t do this

Can you at least give us a chance?

Please

“Hitoshi?” Hizashi looked at his son from his place on the couch, “What’s wrong?”

Your our soulmate
We care about you

Please don’t hurt yourself

Hitoshi looked up from his scribbling, “They’re cutting.”

Aizawa, who had been sitting next to his husband looking at the purple-eyed boy with concern jumped up and ran over to his son pulling him to a sitting position on the floor.

“They won’t listen to us! They just…” The kid dissolved into tears, bearing his head in Aizawa’s lap. “I just want them to be happy.”

“I know kid, I know.” Aizawa shared a look with the blond man hovering over the pair on the floor. “Hizashi, go get an ice pack for Hitoshi.” With a nod the blond pro hero ran off towards the kitchen. “Hitoshi. No, look at me,” Aizawa lifted the crying boy’s head up, “Kid. It’s not your fault. They’re not expecting help. When I was around your age I did the same thing. My family was abusive and I cut. But I met Hizashi and Oboro and they helped me get help and save myself. Got it? It’s not your fault. They’ll accept it when they’re ready.”

“O-okay,” the ten-year-old sniffed, wiping his tears off his face. “I think they’ve stopped.”

Just stop

Your hurting all of us

We love and care for you

Thank you

Please never do that again
We want to support you

However Hitoshi and Sho’s pleas did nothing and the cutting became a regular event, each time the two tried to get them to stop.  

Years past and now the duo(trio) were in their last year of middle school. Sho’s training had picked up and the two almost never had time to talk. Meanwhile, Hitoshi started training with his dad to get into UA. He was even being taught how to use his dad’s capture weapon.

Hitoshi was sitting in his room studying when the familiar pressure on his left arm appeared. Why were they going so deep? They’d never gone this deep before.

Pls stop

Just talk to us

Sho must have picked up on how deep they were going because right away he was there, trying to talk their third out of doing it. Hitoshi scrambled to his pen container joining Sho.

Just give us a chance 

We can help you

The insomniac knew what their third wanted. Both of the teens knew it. His mind flashed towards his dad’s words the other night, “Sometimes you need to let them go on their own before they come to you.

You want us to leave you alone don’t you

But

I don’t want to

The other boy he had become so familiar with knew exactly what he was doing.

I don’t want to either but we’ll let you be

We’re here if you need to talk ever

This would help. Right?

They weren’t giving up on him?

Right?

Eventually, the other teen stopped and Hitoshi let out a breath of relief. Hopefully they were okay. They had to be, right?

Hitoshi shook his head free of doubts and went back to his studies, this time on the couch next to his Pop. 

It only took a few minutes till he was interrupted again, this time by a deep sense of peace and freedom, for Hitoshi it felt like deep dread filling his whole body. 

Then he screamed.

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Aizawa was doing his regular sweep of the roofs when he saw a kid at the edge of a roof. The hero wasn’t sure what the green-haired boy was doing up on the roofs and even with the slight chance that he would jump it was best that Aizawa went over there.

Sadly the worst came to worst and Aizawa watched as the teen threw himself off the building with a small smile. The black-clad hero managed to catch him with his capture weapon before his head collided with the ground and pulled the teen back onto the roof.

The teen, realizing that he was not dead looked around in disappointment. “Damn it! I really should have known that I’m so useless that I can’t even kill myself right.”

“You aren’t useless.” Aizawa’s sharp voice made the teen jump three feet up in the air.

“OhmygodyourEraserheadIcan’tbelieveyourhereohmygod” The teen paused in his fanboying to squint suspiciously at Aizawa, “Would you still say that if I said I was quirkless?”

With no hesitation Aizawa gave his answer, “Yes. No one is completely useless.” Apparently, this was not what the kid had expected because he just kept staring the hero down. “What’s your name?”

After pondering for a few moments the kid gave a simple short answer, “Izuku.” The underground hero knew better to push the kid any father, “Ok Izuku. We have three options. One, you can take me to your house and I can talk to a parent then leave you in their hands. Two, we can go to the police station. Three, we can go to my house and you can stay there for a while.” 

Izuku, not wanting to talk any longer, just held up a three for option three. “Do you want me to carry you or should I call my husband to come with a car?” The green-haired boy’s eyes widened in response to the question and he started frantically shaking his head and signing, “No No, I can keep with you I don’t want to be a bother!”

“Kid, you’re not a bother no matter what. Are you sure that you can walk?” When his question is answered with quick nodding Aizawa just shrugged and made his way off the roof with the kid following.

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Hitoshi woke up surrounded by bright light.

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Hitoshi woke up to bright white light assaulting his closed eyes. The purple boy, deciding that it was way too bright, tried to push his way back into the void often called sleep.

However Hitoshi had no such luck and sat up only feeling a giant headache and a shadow of the despair that he had felt before. The front door opened with a small slam and Hitoshi heard the whispering of his parents. He could only catch whispers of their conversion, things like, “kid”, “guest room”, and “Hitoshi.” Nemuri was probably just staying over again and they didn’t want to wake him.

Footsteps, probably his dad’s, approached his door and peeked in to see if he was awake. “Hey Hitoshi.” Aizawa’s voice was oddly soft.

“Hi Dad. What’s happening? Is Nemuri coming over again?” The black-haired man shook his head. “I stopped a kid from jumping” Hitoshi’s adoptive dad paused.

The insomniac smiled knowingly. “You brought him home? You wouldn’t be telling me this if you had just sent them home.”

Aizawa sighed and put his head in his hands, “You know me too well kid. I don’t know how long he’s staying but we’re looking at an abuse and neglect case here.”

“Got it Dad. You don’t need to worry about me.” His dad had a habit of adopting abuse survivors, mostly cats. So far he's been the only human

“On another note, Hizashi said you screamed and collapsed. Are you okay?” 

“It was so weird. Our third was doing it again, stopped and maybe 5 minutes later there was this weird sense of dread. It hurt though, I think that’s why I screamed.”

“Huh.” The older man paused in thought, “Do you think it had something to do with your soulmate?”

Purple hair shook as he nodded, wincing as this headache surfaced again. “Definitely.” 

“Okay. I’m going to let you rest but please come out when you’re ready.” The underground hero told Hitoshi as he left the bedroom.

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It was after dinner the next day when Hitoshi got the chance to meet the new boy. Hitoshi had been playing on his phone when Pops popped into his room, “Hey kiddo!” Once he had the teen’s attention the man continued, “Do you want to meet Izuku?” It took a few minutes for Hitotoshi’s sleep-deprived brain to connect the name Izuku and the boy his dad had brought home yesterday.

“He’s okay with it?” Yamada smiled at his son’s question, “Yep. Even asked to meet you!” 

With a suspicious glance at the blonde man Hitoshi sighed and pushed himself out of the spinny chair. Following his smiling Pops out of his room and into the living room, Hitoshi was assaulted with a tingly feeling that only got stronger as he made eye contact with the prettiest green eyes. 

He bet that the boy, Izuku, could feel it too. Not revealing anything, Hitoshi walked over to the green-eyed boy and greeted him with a soft smile, “Nice to meet you. I’m Hitoshi.”

The boy stared at him before raising his hands and introducing himself, “I’m Izuku.”  

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Because of Izuku’s situation it was decided for him to be UA’s ward but for him to leave with Hitoshi and his parents.

In the beginning Hitoshi tried to be mad at the other boy for not talking to them and causing them so much pain. It didn’t work out due to the pure relief of his other third being alive and safe. 

The soulbond between the two made both of them feel safer and happier when they were together. A silent agreement was made and most of the time Izuku and Hitoshi could be found just enjoying the other’s company.

About two months into Izuku living with them, the boys were in the transformed guestroom. Hitoshi was doing homework and Izuku was writing in a notebook that Aizawa had brought him earlier that week. With a deep breath, Hitoshi asked the question that had been bothering him for weeks, “Hey Izuku?”

The green teen turned his attention to the other boy, “Did you feel that tingle when we first met?” Izuku turned away, looking anywhere but Hitoshi, and gave a small nod. Both of them knew what it meant. “Are- are you okay with that?” Hitoshi stumbled over his words.

Izuku nodded again this time looking at Hitoshi, watching his reaction, “Are you okay that you got stuck with a loser like me?”

Hitoshi didn’t have to answer. His eyes said it all. “Izuku? I’m going to hug you. Is that okay?” A small nod came in response and the purple-haired teen was already across the room wrapping his arms around his soulmate. After a second of hesitation Izuku was hugging him back.

This was meant to be.

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