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Hitoshi would say that the world he lives in...is fucking wild. Quirks are one thing, however, in most recent generations (including his own apparently). The phenomenon of Soulmates seems to become more and more of a reality. Scientists referred to the whole idea as Soul Tying. Due to the slow rise in the “soul ties” though, it’s honestly hard for anyone to realize when they have a soulmate if the markers aren’t clear enough.
Hitoshi didn’t think he had a soulmate. I mean, with a quirk like his, even if he did have a soulmate… The idea of them being even comfortable with speaking to him was probably not in the cards for them. Not to mention that “soul ties” seemed to be hereditary according to most studies Hitoshi had read in his spare on the rare occasion.
Hitoshi could only avoid the whole “soul tie” discussion so much though. His mother was a bit of a hopeless romantic. So to say that he knows probably a little too much about the concept is an underestimate.
Hitoshi knew that it would be hard to realize if he had a soulmate. Probably because the connections that people were discovering were either pretty tame, some obvious, something life-altering, or just plain weird.
There was a girl who recently couldn’t see the color blue. Her eyes translated the entire color as just grey, and when she met her soulmate, she essentially ended up breaking down in tears. Hitoshi remembered how that story made his mother bawl at how sweet it was.
Hitoshi though...had a feeling though that he had met his soulmate.
After the Sports Festival...Hitoshi for the love of all 4 of his cats...couldn’t stop sneezing. It wasn’t exactly...bad at first. Like, a sneeze every once in a while. However, since he started training with Mr. Aizawa and seeing more of Class 1A, Hitoshi would find himself having (what could only be described as) sneezing fits of passion.
Just 5 long minutes of loud...unadulterated...sneezing fits. Hitoshi could firmly say that his nose was as red as Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. At this rate....he probably would start looking like the stupid thing.
It just...didn’t make any sense. First, Hitoshi and his parents thought he was coming down with something. No dice there. Then, they thought he had an allergy. Which Hitoshi firmly denied even entertaining.
Hitoshi loved his cats...All 4 of them. Breakfast, Pickle, Supreme Overlord Cheese Sandwich, and Gracie the Second were never going to leave Shinsou Hitoshi if he had any say in the matter.
“Hitoshi, kid, my dear oldest son, my spawn...What the fuck is wrong with you.” His father, Shinsou Hideo, asked him one day during one of Hitoshi’s “glorious” sneezing fits.
“Y’know dad, if I knew I’d tell you.” Hitoshi could only respond back with the familial Shinsou snark. Hideo could only deadpan this kid. All 4 cats were rubbed all up on him as his body shook with each sneeze.
“Are you sure it’s not the-” Hideo couldn’t even finish his sentence before Hitoshi's eyebrows furrowed.
“No!” The purple-haired menace of a child responded.
“Fine Fine! I am not gonna push this if it really isn’t the cats like you say, kid.”
Hideo could only sigh at how ridiculous his kid was.
Unfortunately, Hitoshi’s mother was actually the first one to suggest that the sneezing could be the sign of him having a soulmate. While Hitoshi adamantly refuses to let his mother believe she was right in hindsight, he refuses to give her that satisfaction.
Shinsou Daki was...an eccentric woman. With voluptuously violet-colored curls, and the widest eyes to match. She was a force to be reckoned with in her youthful age at 32. Especially with the arrival of the third Shinsou child in a short couple of months. Daki was living her best life.
Hitoshi could say that his mother’s antics were a lot. He loved his mother though. If there was one thing that Shinsou Daki loved more than romance novels and movies… It was her kids.
Shinsou could recall the many times where his mother came in swearing like a sailor to his school with his younger brother on her hip because of the times he’d leave the school building littered with bruises.
Sitting in the living room, Hitoshi could only call this...bonding time. Hitoshi sat on the couch mindlessly watching the TV along with his mother and younger brother, Houmei. Much to Hitoshi’s dismay, it was a scientist talking about Soul ties.
Houmei and Shinsou’s mother were a devilish team when it came to choosing what to watch on TV. Unfortunately with Shinsou’s dad working a lot, it meant that Hitoshi was left on his own and forced to watch the drivel they called “interesting”.
Daki and Houmei sat listening intently as the scientist prattled on about soulmates, and soul ties when Hitoshi felt a sneezing fit come about.
ACHOO!
It startled Gracie the Second and she leaped off of Hitoshi much to his own dismay as he started sneezing. God, the feeling kept coming for what felt like forever when the fit subsided.
Houmei, in his sweet yet oblivious 6-year-old self, brought his older brother a tissue.
“Here.” Small grubby hands attempted to wipe Hitoshi’s nose and the older boy decided to let it happen.
“Good job Mei-Mei! So nice to your brother!” His mom praised him, Hitoshi deciding to follow her lead.
“Thank you Houmei. I needed that.” Hitoshi smirked before patting the kid’s head. The small kid nodded before going back to their mom. Daki smiling at her boys.
“Y'know Hitoshi I was really thinking about what this whole sneezing issue could be!” Daki started and piqued Hitoshi’s interest.
“What could it be Mom?”
“Well, maybe I’m nuts, but it could be your soulmate talking about ya!” Daki’s grin widened as Shinsou could feel the frown of teenage angst descend upon his mouth.
“Mom-,” Before Hitoshi could even start...his mother had an explanation.
“No no Hitoshi! Hear me out! Listen, you know what I always told you. If you sneeze it means someone is talking about you. Ohhh Hito! Your soulmate really must think you’re something neat!”
The woman gushed as Hitoshi couldn’t help but groan. He couldn't do this. Who the actual hell was talking about him. The question wasn’t even like...simple.
Ever since the Sports festival, so many people had been talking about Hitoshi’s performance. It was crazy to hear his classmates and upperclassmen talk about him. His father texting him clips from podcasts and hero interviews about his performance was even crazier.
So many people had weighed in on how he did during the Sports Festival and to think that his soulmate was talking about him was both...terrifying and exciting at the same time. Right now though...Hitoshi is an angsty teen. Turning to his mom, Hitoshi groaned.
“Mom! You’re nuts. Not everything is a romance novel.”
Joining Class 1A is one of the best and worst things to happen to Shinsou Hitoshi. On one hand, he absolutely was thrilled to join the hero course as he had planned. It was through so much hard work (and help from Mr. Aizawa) that Hitoshi was able to make it into the hero course.
He remembers Aizawa and Principal Nezu sitting him down and informing him of his acceptance into Class 1A. He liked his teachers, and transitioning from Gen Ed was a breeze.
However...Class 1A was fucking nuts. That was an understatement. This class was bonkers, bananas, on some sort of drug. Hitoshi had heard of the wild shit this class got into, but to witness and be a part of the chaos was another thing.
Sleep came easy to Hitoshi, especially since ever since he had joined 1A the sneezing seemed to have subsided. Maybe it was his body’s way of worrying about if he had gotten into Class 1A or not...which is what he believed for a solid two weeks.
The first person that Hitoshi had made friends with (much to his misfortune) was the electric blond Kaminari Denki. Who took it upon himself to “guide” Hitoshi in essentially assimilating himself into class with his peers.
From explaining the Bakusquad and Dekusquad, Bakugou in general, and other things. Kaminari was a pretty cool person to hang out with. Even if he could be as dense as a doorknob sometimes.
“Oh dude, if you really want to know how you could improve your quirk, just ask Midoriya!” The blond said one day during their study block.
“Explain.” This piqued Shinsou’s interest. Kaminari, noticing his interest, chose to explain.
“Oh my god Shinsou, Midoriya is the fucking bomb at quirk analysis. His skills are wild! I swear, after the Sports Festival we couldn’t get him to shut up about how cool your quirk was!”
It was at this moment that the greenette passed the purple and yellow combo, Kaminari choosing to call him over.
“Yo Midoriya! The other day you mentioned an analysis of Shinsou’s quirk? What’s up with that my guy?” Kaminari winked at Midoriya, pushing him to talk about it. Hitoshi nodded in approval. He was honestly interested in what Midoriya had to say.
“W-Well you see. At first, I was really interested in Shinsou’s quirk from our fight-”
As Midoriya started speaking to Kaminari about his quirk...the feeling of needing to sneeze built up in Hitoshi’s poor nose.
ACHOO!
Hitoshi sneezed interrupting Midoriya, and as soon as he stopped the feeling of needing to sneeze went away.
“Bless you Shinsou!” He heard Midoriya say as he rubbed his nose.
Hitoshi could only really say the first thing that came to his mind as lavender met purple.
“Well Shit.”