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Shouta Aizawa never considered himself a lucky man, but this had to be icing on the cake. He'd gotten a new class today, which was fine. Rowdy, but plenty of potential. The one he'd planned on booting half to prove a point to All-Might had surprised him. The fact that three of them had a prior relationship had balanced itself out; the yelling and disobedience from the Bakugo boy reigned in to a non-explosive level by the Seki girl without him even having to use his quirk. Useful. Overall a normal productive day.
Except for the fact that somewhere, somehow, he'd acquired a soul mark.
He rubbed it with his thumb as though it would come off, half-praying that it would. That he was wrong and it wasn't that at all, just an accidental smear from Nemuri or that sparkly French kid. The smudge glimmered at him stubbornly, refusing to budge.
He sighed. At least it was translucent, just an iridescent sheen over the inside of his wrist (when had he even been touched there?). Easy to hide. With luck whoever it was. Whichever student. Wouldn't notice.
People missed soulmates all the time, one in ten had marks that lead nowhere. It was fine.