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Shouto is…
A dream.
Momo's known that from the moment she met him.
Her crush was the most obvious thing in the world, though he never noticed.
She was going to tell them, when graduation came, her words finally ready, but then he told her that he was going to sign a three-year contract with an Agency in New York.
She lost him that day.
They spoke, here and there, mainly texts that would go unread for days at a time.
Until now.
She's been hit with a quirk.
Stupid Cuddle Pollen crap.
He's her emergency contact, much like she is his.
They've answered the calls to the best of their abilities every single time.
Three times they've stayed by each other's bedside.
Now, she's in a hospital bed instead of at the airport to pick him up.
Hopefully he'll come.
She's pleading for him because both quirks are getting on her nerves.
She can see her string of fate, she has to cuddle someone, and all she wants is Shouto fucking Todoroki.
It doesn't even matter that he might not be her soulmate.
"Momo," breathes Shouto as the door slides open to show him. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, just need to be held," groans Momo as she notices that she's scratching down her arms. "Stupid fucking quirks. I wasn't even on shift, and I got hit."
"Okay, okay, how do you want me to hold you?" asks Shouto as he takes off his coat and kicks off his shoes, walking over to where she's laid out on the hospital bed.
"I don't know," whines Momo as she looks at him. "Just— hold me how you're comfortable, just give me your hand or something."
"Okay, don't freak out," mutters Shouto as he moves her to her side, pressing his chest to her back, taking both of her hands in his own and lacing their fingers together.
She wouldn't have freaked out. She knows it.
Except, there's a thrumming red string wrapped around them, telling her a fact she can't ignore.
Shouto Todoroki is her soulmate.
She squeaks and stiffens in his hold, making him hum in confusion.
"Do you know the second quirk I was hit with?" asks Momo quietly as she stares at the string.
"String of Fate," replies Shouto automatically, but his tone is shifting. "Wait, you just squeaked. Are we soulmates?"
Momo nods, unable to speak as she waits for the ache of warmth to return in his absence.
Except he just chuckles.
"It's a really good thing that my contract has been bought out by Bakugou then because I finally get to take you on a date," murmurs Shouto in her ear as he gently squeezes her hands. "I love you, Momo Yaoyorozue."
"I love you, Shouto Todoroki," replies Momo as she squeezes his hands in return, happiness flowing through her. "And a date sounds perfect."
As she melts into him, all she feels is happiness.
Momo cannot wait for their first date.