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Soulmates, typically platonic in nature, were not always something to be thought of kindly. Everyone had a soulmate, and everyone in highschool if they hadn’t already. They were indicated by a streak in someone’s hair, randomly placed by fate. No one knew how but everyone knew when they’d just met a soulmate for the first time.
And Shinso, despite everything that he’d been through, desperately wanted to meet his soulmates. He ignored every rude word about his colorful hair at the back of his head, and he ignored every cruel word about his quirk. It was harder to ignore the remarks about never being accepted by his soulmates, but he ignored that too. Harder did not mean impossible.
And one day, that work paid off… in maybe the worst way possible.
Everyone knew about Class 1-A, and how they were a class of soulmates. It had intrigued Shinso, because he’d never met someone with as many soulmates as him, most people topping at three at the most.
It had been his main reason for approaching Class 1-A’s classroom door like the entirety of two other classes. He hadn’t come with ill intent, and he never meant to upset any of them, but now he felt worse about his colorful hair. He’d hidden away, despite the greenette that had chased after him for a brief moment.
And then they’d fought in the sports festival, and he had his ass absolutely handed to him by the greenette. And the greenette hadn’t dared let him hide away again.
“I think you can be an amazing hero, Shinso.” Midoriya had claimed with a smile on their face as he leaned against Shinso, speaking without fear of Shinso’s quirk. It had taken a moment for Shinso to answer, a tilt of his head as he stared at the other.
“Why? My quirk is villainous at best, Midoriya,”
“No it’s not.” Shinso flinched as he turned and found the Ash Blonde, the one with the explosion quirk, had apparently fallen into step on the other side of Shinso. Midoriya had kidnapped him for a celebration at a cat cafe nearby that he liked, and apparently that came with others coming with.
“How is it not?” Shinso muttered, his hands in his pockets as Midoriya looped an arm through Shinso’s. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at him.
“Is my quirk villainous?” Bakugou asked, his voice was quiet, as he tilted his head and Shinso made a face. His outright response would be to say yes. It was a flashy quirk for someone loud and brash and abrasive.
But he’d almost been chained when he refused to accept first place.
“No.” Shinso responded, and Bakugou nodded his head. He had a thoughtful expression on his face with a smirk, cruel in nature if you didn’t know him. Shinso was a little miffed that he understood that already.
“Why.”
“What?”
“Why. Why is my quirk not villainous?” Bakugou answered, and Shinso paused mid step as he realized what Bakugou was doing.
“That’s not going to work on me.” Shinso muttered.
“Yes it will. Answer him.” Todoroki spoke up, and Shinso flinched again as he snapped around to find there were several people around them, all from their class. Aizawa would kick his ass if he knew that Shinso hadn’t been aware of his surroundings. Midoriya winced, and Shinso had realized that Midoriya had flinched too. “Sorry,” Todoroki bowed his head slightly.
“I don’t want to answer him.”
“That’s okay, you will eventually, he’s not going to drop this.” Midoriya responded with a smile. Shinso stared at him with an unimpressed look, but allowed him to drag Shinso to the Cat Cafe with two sets of the friend groups.
He ignored the warmth that was wrapped around him as he sat in between Midoriya and Bakugou, centered in the mass of the two friend groups. He was quiet, but that seemed to be okay, as he was at least interacting enough to show he was there still. The cat purring on his chest made him smile, and he ignored the flash of a camera.
He smiled as he saved the image to his phone when Midoriya got his number and sent it to him. It was, apparently, his contact image now.
His heart almost stopped after he heard about their finals, and again when their summer training camp had been attacked.
He’d curled up with his adoptive mothers as he cried from the fear that had gripped him and refused to let go until he’d heard from everyone that had been there. He had curled up with Midoriya when the greenette cried about his childhood best friend being missing.
Shinso had wanted to cry too.
And he’d hugged the blond when he’d been saved by Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Kirishima and Momo. Of course the group of five had gotten into major trouble, to which Shinso agreed, even though Midoriya had complained, but Shinso had refused to let go.
The dorms had allowed him easier access to the class, which he’d come to quietly realize were his soulmates, after several months of talking and getting to know the class, with the exception of Mineta who had been expelled after the summer camp for inappropriate behavior.
And then Shinso was in 1-A himself, and it was clear at least half the class knew he was their soulmate.
Shinso smiled from where he was trapped by Todoroki, the two toned male had his face hidden against Shinso’s neck, laying on top of him for Shinso to take a nap, and for Todoroki to receive some comfort after a hell of a weekend at his fathers.
Bakugou was somewhere in the kitchen, with Kirishima being used as a pillow for Midoriya, and Kaminari, the two having been studying and had a headache now. He wrapped his arms around Todoroki who sighed quietly.
Nearby, Jiro was listening to music with Momo and Shoji. Momo was reading a book, while Shoji drew and Jiro was playing around with words. She was working on a song, if Shinso recalled correctly.
He could vaguely hear Sero and Mina in the kitchen with Bakugou, while Iida sat in there with them. He was supervising them because Bakugou had a habit of pointing knives at people, and apparently that was an unsafe thing to do.
“You know, I’d get up to take a picture of the two of you, but my head hurts and Kirishima is comfortable.” Midoriya muttered, blinking from where they were staring at the two on the couch. They had a habit of taking pictures of all of their classmates, especially when they were doing something that was ‘cute’, ‘adorable’ or ‘memorable’.
Midoriya always sends the pictures to the people in them, and one of Shinso’s favorites was definitely the very first he’d received. The cat cafe, with Shinso smiling so painfully fond at the calico on his chest.
“Too bad,” Shinso stuck his tongue out at Midoriya, who made a face right back. Of course that’s when Uraraka snapped her own picture, an innocent smile on her face at the multitude of looks sent her way, all fond.
Shinso’s phone vibrated in his pocket from Uraraka sending him the picture, and seconds later so did Todoroki’s and Izuku’s.
When Bakugou asked next, he would know his response about his own quirk. It wasn’t villainous, because he was a hero, so it made his quirk heroic. He smiled as he hid his face as well as he was able to in Todorki's shoulder.