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Katsuki stares at his flawless skin in the mirror. It’s perfect, pristine, clear...
He hates it.
Katsuki hates it because he remembers his ink stained hands that he hadn’t stained himself, remembers cute little doodles marring his skin, remembers daily messages of-
He hates it.
Katsuki hates it because he remembers his ink stained hands that he hadn’t stained himself, remembers cute little doodles marring his skin, remembers daily messages of-
encouragement and praise scribbled in wonky handwriting that did not belong to him. He remembered bragging that unlike other losers, /both/ his arms were constantly covered in ink because his soulmate, his nerd, his Deku, was ambidextrous!
He hates himself.
He hates himself.
Katsuki hates himself because he remembers when he never took off his gakuran jacket in middle school in embarrassment of the messages Deku left, remembers how he shunned Deku and threatened him to never speak about them being soulmates, remembers how he pettily scribbled out-
all of Deku’s slowly dwindling messages and used sanitizer to scrub the ink off in front of him. He remembered bragging, /lying/, that his soulmate was someone with a strong quirk, someone who, “unlike the useless nerd”, was going to go to UA with him. He remembers Deku’s-
devastated face when he had said that. He remembers the last message written on his skin.
“Congratulations on getting into UA, Kacchan! I knew you could do it!”
He hates Deku… He’s lying.
He doesn’t hate Deku.
“Congratulations on getting into UA, Kacchan! I knew you could do it!”
He hates Deku… He’s lying.
He doesn’t hate Deku.
Katsuki hates that Deku is out of sight and that the only thing binding them together feels severed. His skin has been an empty canvas since UA. He checked it after the Sports Festival in 1st year, after he got kidnapped, after he got his provisional hero license. He checked on-
the first day of school, the day he graduated at the top of his class, and everyday in between. Nothing...
Until today.
“Congrats on Top 10, Blasty!” Denki throws himself on his friend.
Katsuki, two years after graduation, had climbed the ranks faster than Hawks, becoming the-
Until today.
“Congrats on Top 10, Blasty!” Denki throws himself on his friend.
Katsuki, two years after graduation, had climbed the ranks faster than Hawks, becoming the-
youngest hero to ever hit the top 10.
“We’re throwing you a beach party tonight.” Kirishima claps his shoulder, “It’s a celebration for you and /everyone/ is going to be there. Plus, Momo is letting us use her family’s private beach and you haven’t taken a break in forever.”
“We’re throwing you a beach party tonight.” Kirishima claps his shoulder, “It’s a celebration for you and /everyone/ is going to be there. Plus, Momo is letting us use her family’s private beach and you haven’t taken a break in forever.”
“Fuck that. I’m not fucking goi-”
Katsuki went.
Or more accurately, his friends dragged him there.
Their old classmates and teachers as well as many other celebrities and pro heroes were there. Katsuki was forced to interact with everyone, being pushed and pulled to meet-
Katsuki went.
Or more accurately, his friends dragged him there.
Their old classmates and teachers as well as many other celebrities and pro heroes were there. Katsuki was forced to interact with everyone, being pushed and pulled to meet-
people who all just said the same thing:
“Dynamight, congratulations on reaching the Top 10!”
He sighed, he should be glad that he was reaching his dream, but that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
He wanted to hear “Kacchan, suggoi!”, to have Deku here, beside him, just like he-
“Dynamight, congratulations on reaching the Top 10!”
He sighed, he should be glad that he was reaching his dream, but that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
He wanted to hear “Kacchan, suggoi!”, to have Deku here, beside him, just like he-
was meant to be.
Would Katsuki ever get to hear that again? Would he ever get to see Deku again? Or had he somehow defied fucking fate, somehow severed the connection with Deku that the universe gifted him? Was that even possible?
"Dynamight! Congrats on Top 10!" Another extra-
Would Katsuki ever get to hear that again? Would he ever get to see Deku again? Or had he somehow defied fucking fate, somehow severed the connection with Deku that the universe gifted him? Was that even possible?
"Dynamight! Congrats on Top 10!" Another extra-
came up to him to shake his hand.
He grunted and reached out to shake their hand, only to stop.
There... There was writing appearing on his hand.
Written shakily and in a hurry was the message:
He grunted and reached out to shake their hand, only to stop.
There... There was writing appearing on his hand.
Written shakily and in a hurry was the message:
'𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. 102 𝘹𝘹 𝘴𝘵.'
TBC!
Izuku always wondered if soulmates were accurate, and if they were, were they really eternal? Maybe his and Kacchan’s soulbond was only a thing that lasted their childhood. If he wrote on his skin now, would it even appear on Kacchan’s anymore? Maybe Kacchan had rejected the-
idea so profusely that their soulbond severed. Izuku had never heard of that happening, but knowing Kacchan, he could probably even go against fate if he wanted to. And he was sure Kacchan wanted to. Kacchan never liked being told what to do, he did what he wanted and how he-
wanted… And he most certainly didn’t like being told that he’d have to be stuck with Izuku forever.
In high school, Izuku and Katsuki separated for the first time ever. Despite everything that happened in middle school with Kacchan, Izuku often found himself wondering if this-
In high school, Izuku and Katsuki separated for the first time ever. Despite everything that happened in middle school with Kacchan, Izuku often found himself wondering if this-
was permanent… Would middle school really be the last time he saw Kacchan in person?
Still, he kept the habit of keeping who his soulmate was a secret, too scared of it getting out and embarrassing Kacchan. He didn’t bother writing Kacchan either anymore, not wanting the-
Still, he kept the habit of keeping who his soulmate was a secret, too scared of it getting out and embarrassing Kacchan. He didn’t bother writing Kacchan either anymore, not wanting the-
blonde to hate him even more. He knew it was going to get erased anyways. There were times he was tempted to though, picking up his pen or maker and raising it to his skin only to stop and put it down with a frown.
Sometimes, it was just the urge to scribble at random, others,-
Sometimes, it was just the urge to scribble at random, others,-
it was when he wanted to tell Kacchan something, but mostly, it was the want to know how Kacchan was doing. Still, he could never bring himself to do it.
He was known in high school for being one of the 1% who “didn’t have a soulmate”. Izuku was fine with that. It was better-
He was known in high school for being one of the 1% who “didn’t have a soulmate”. Izuku was fine with that. It was better-
than being known for being quirkless at least. He made a lot of friends, none of them close, but still friends nonetheless.
That was how he met Takumi Aoi, a friend of a friend who was from a different school.
/”Aoi! This is the guy I told you about! He doesn’t have a soulmate-
That was how he met Takumi Aoi, a friend of a friend who was from a different school.
/”Aoi! This is the guy I told you about! He doesn’t have a soulmate-
either!”/
After being introduced to Aoi, Izuku continued to pretend he had no soulmate and they became close. They became best friends and were soon inseparable…
Izuku wishes he had never become friends with Takumi Aoi.
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After being introduced to Aoi, Izuku continued to pretend he had no soulmate and they became close. They became best friends and were soon inseparable…
Izuku wishes he had never become friends with Takumi Aoi.
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Aoi had confessed to him. They were hanging out at Aoi’s house (his parents were wealthy so he had his own), just basking in each other’s presence when Aoi spoke.
“I think… We’re soulmates.”
Izuku had choked and gaped at his best friend, “W- What?”
“I think… We’re soulmates.”
Izuku had choked and gaped at his best friend, “W- What?”
Aoi’s piercing blue eyes turned to him, completely serious, “I think you’re meant to be mine, Izuku. You’re my soulmate.”
Izuku knew that soulmates were always a touchy subject for Aoi, who felt like he had been wronged by the universe for not giving him a fated. He was bitter-
Izuku knew that soulmates were always a touchy subject for Aoi, who felt like he had been wronged by the universe for not giving him a fated. He was bitter-
about it, always thinking that he wasn’t worthy to be loved and that was why he had no soulmate.
“... A- Aoi… Neither of us have soulmates.” Izuku sat up from his spot on the couch, nervously fidgeting, “A- And your my best friend! I- I don’t… I don’t see you that way…”
“... A- Aoi… Neither of us have soulmates.” Izuku sat up from his spot on the couch, nervously fidgeting, “A- And your my best friend! I- I don’t… I don’t see you that way…”
Obviously, that had been the wrong thing to say, because the next thing he knew, he was being knocked out.
When he came to, he was chained by the ankle to the floor of Aoi’s basement. He had looked around frantically and tried to yank at the chain but it was sturdy. He got up-
When he came to, he was chained by the ankle to the floor of Aoi’s basement. He had looked around frantically and tried to yank at the chain but it was sturdy. He got up-
and tried to run fast enough to have the chain pop free from the floor, only to be stopped directly at the door of the basement and fall backwards from the pull of the chain. After walking around, Izuku realized that the chain was long enough to walk around the basement, but-
just out of reach of the door.
He tried to remain calm, but how could he? He was just kidnapped by his supposed best friend who insisted they were soulmates! He had to take deep breaths to stop himself from hyperventilating and going into a panic attack.
/Think, Izuku, think!/
He tried to remain calm, but how could he? He was just kidnapped by his supposed best friend who insisted they were soulmates! He had to take deep breaths to stop himself from hyperventilating and going into a panic attack.
/Think, Izuku, think!/
Aoi’s basement was cozy, not dingy or creepy. It was used as an extra guest room. Still, there were no windows and he couldn’t tell how much time had gone by since he had been knocked out. His phone wasn’t on him anymore and there was nothing down there that could help him-
contact anyone else…
Unless...
Izuku’s eyes landed on the desk in the corner, a pencil holder on it.
Quickly, he grabbed a pen.
He knew Kacchan didn’t want to hear from him, but he hoped he understood. He had faith Kacchan would help him at least for now, he was a pro hero-
Unless...
Izuku’s eyes landed on the desk in the corner, a pencil holder on it.
Quickly, he grabbed a pen.
He knew Kacchan didn’t want to hear from him, but he hoped he understood. He had faith Kacchan would help him at least for now, he was a pro hero-
afterall.
He quickly wrote out what he needed to, /praying/ for Katsuki to see it.
Just as he finished, the basement door creaked open, paralyzing Izuku in fear. He knew who was there, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around.
He quickly wrote out what he needed to, /praying/ for Katsuki to see it.
Just as he finished, the basement door creaked open, paralyzing Izuku in fear. He knew who was there, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around.
“Izuku.” Aoi called out and Izuku flinched, his back still towards the other boy.
Footsteps approached him, making Izuku stiffen even further.
A hand that was once comforting now only made his skin crawl as it was placed on his back.
“P- Please… A- Aoi.” Izuku choked out,-
Footsteps approached him, making Izuku stiffen even further.
A hand that was once comforting now only made his skin crawl as it was placed on his back.
“P- Please… A- Aoi.” Izuku choked out,-
unable to keep the tears at bay, “Why’re you doing this? Please, /please/ let me go…”
“I’m doing this for us, Izuku.” Aoi hugged him front behind tightly, “We’re soulmates, why can’t you see it?”
“No! We’re not!” Izuku shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he turned-
“I’m doing this for us, Izuku.” Aoi hugged him front behind tightly, “We’re soulmates, why can’t you see it?”
“No! We’re not!” Izuku shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he turned-
around and pushed Aoi backwards, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall and he slid down, sobbing.
There was silence for a moment before Izuku finally had the courage to look up, only to meet a hysterical look Aoi.
“YOU UNDERSTAND, DON’T YOU, IZUKU? YOU UNDERSTAND HOW-
There was silence for a moment before Izuku finally had the courage to look up, only to meet a hysterical look Aoi.
“YOU UNDERSTAND, DON’T YOU, IZUKU? YOU UNDERSTAND HOW-
IT FEELS TO BE SO ALONE, TO NOT HAVE ANYONE THERE FOR YOU. EVERYONE ELSE WAS /GIFTED/ WITH AN ETERNAL BOND, BUT NOT US. WE’RE FORSAKEN. BUT NOT ANYMORE, I”M… I’M DECIDING MY OWN FATE.” Aoi laughs, unhinged, “Yeah… My own fate. My own fate as your soulmate, Izuku. We’re meant-
for each other… Destined. We’re special. We’re making our /own/ destiny. Don’t you see, love?”
Izuku shakes his head rapidly in denial, sobbing.
Aoi steps closer, eyes are crazed, “We are. We’re soulmates… I’ll prove it to you…”
Izuku shakes his head rapidly in denial, sobbing.
Aoi steps closer, eyes are crazed, “We are. We’re soulmates… I’ll prove it to you…”
“See? If I draw on myself here…” He grabs the pen from the desk, raises it… and stabs it through his own hand.
Izuku screams and shuts his eyes in horror.
Aoi proceeds to grab Izuku’s hand and raises the pen again, “... It’ll show up on yours too.”
Izuku screams and shuts his eyes in horror.
Aoi proceeds to grab Izuku’s hand and raises the pen again, “... It’ll show up on yours too.”
Izuku cries out, desperately trying to tug his hand back, “N-No… P-Please! STOP!”
Aoi stops, his thumb tracing over Izuku’s hand.
“... What is this?” He asks, quiet.
Izuku’s breath hitches.
“Why did you write this, Izuku?” Icy blue eyes come up to meet his, searching-
Aoi stops, his thumb tracing over Izuku’s hand.
“... What is this?” He asks, quiet.
Izuku’s breath hitches.
“Why did you write this, Izuku?” Icy blue eyes come up to meet his, searching-
frantically, “... Who?... WHO ARE YOU WRITING TO?!”
Izuku lets out a scared sob as Aoi’s grip on his hand tightens.
“Izuku… you didn’t lie to me, did you?” Aoi’s voice is begging, desperate, “You- You said… You said you didn’t have a soulmate… So, who? Who are you-”
Izuku lets out a scared sob as Aoi’s grip on his hand tightens.
“Izuku… you didn’t lie to me, did you?” Aoi’s voice is begging, desperate, “You- You said… You said you didn’t have a soulmate… So, who? Who are you-”
An explosion is heard and the basement door bursts open.
“Me, asshole.”
“Me, asshole.”
TBC!
Katsuki remembers learning about the word “Hiraeth”.
A welsh word.
It’s the homesickness for a home to which you cannot return or maybe never was.
It’s the longing, the yearning, the grief for something or someone lost in your past.
A welsh word.
It’s the homesickness for a home to which you cannot return or maybe never was.
It’s the longing, the yearning, the grief for something or someone lost in your past.
He remembers attributing Deku to the word Hiraeth.
Because that’s what his feelings for Deku is.
And that was what Deku is for him: A home he cannot return to, someone from his past that he ached to see.
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Katsuki had never moved so fast in his life.
Because that’s what his feelings for Deku is.
And that was what Deku is for him: A home he cannot return to, someone from his past that he ached to see.
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Katsuki had never moved so fast in his life.
He tore his constricting blazer and tie off before ditching the party, ignoring his friends calling after him as he used his quirk to fly through the city towards Deku.
When he got to the address, he sneakily snuck into through an open window on the second floor. Both that and-
When he got to the address, he sneakily snuck into through an open window on the second floor. Both that and-
the first floor was clear, which left the basement.
He sneakily snuck downstairs, pausing at the door and trying to assess the situation.
“WHO ARE YOU WRITING TO?!” A crazed voice demanded.
The man had probably seen what Deku wrote on his hand.
Deku’s scared sob rang out.
He sneakily snuck downstairs, pausing at the door and trying to assess the situation.
“WHO ARE YOU WRITING TO?!” A crazed voice demanded.
The man had probably seen what Deku wrote on his hand.
Deku’s scared sob rang out.
“Izuku… you didn’t lie to me, did you?” The same voice begged, “You- You said… You said you didn’t have a soulmate… So, who? Who are you-”
Katsuki had heard enough.
He blasted the door open, “Me, asshole.”
And there Deku was, ankle chained to the floor but otherwise-
Katsuki had heard enough.
He blasted the door open, “Me, asshole.”
And there Deku was, ankle chained to the floor but otherwise-
unharmed. He looks relieved to see him, unlike all the other times in middle school when he would cower and look away. Katsuki wanted to run into his arms, wanted to brush away his tears, wanted to hold him close…
But he had more important shit to deal with.
But he had more important shit to deal with.
Like the blue eyed, blue haired fuck looking at him in shock.
“Dynamight…” The guy lets out a disbelieving chuckle before turning back to Deku, “You- You /lied/ to me. You have a soulmate… and it’s Dynamight.”
“Fuck off, shithead. That’s none of your business.” Katsuki-
“Dynamight…” The guy lets out a disbelieving chuckle before turning back to Deku, “You- You /lied/ to me. You have a soulmate… and it’s Dynamight.”
“Fuck off, shithead. That’s none of your business.” Katsuki-
growled, taking a step forward to detain the guy.
“STAY BACK!” The guy let out a burst of ice from the ground, blocking his path, "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
“Tch. Icyhot could do better than this shit.” Katsuki blasted through it and easily detained the guy.
The police had been-
“STAY BACK!” The guy let out a burst of ice from the ground, blocking his path, "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
“Tch. Icyhot could do better than this shit.” Katsuki blasted through it and easily detained the guy.
The police had been-
called when he arrived at the house, so they had arrived just in time to put the fucker in cuffs.
“HOW COULD YOU?!” The man fought and struggled, yelling at Deku who remained silent, “I LOVED YOU! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE /MINE/! WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!-
“HOW COULD YOU?!” The man fought and struggled, yelling at Deku who remained silent, “I LOVED YOU! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE /MINE/! WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!-
/I’M/ YOUR SOULMATE!”
Katsuki scowled in disgust and turned to the shaking greenette still on the floor, freeing him with the key the police found in the guy’s back pocket.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, voice uncharacteristically soft as he steadied Deku to his feet.
Katsuki scowled in disgust and turned to the shaking greenette still on the floor, freeing him with the key the police found in the guy’s back pocket.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, voice uncharacteristically soft as he steadied Deku to his feet.
“A- Ah, thank you so much, Dynamight!” Deku bowed low, “I really appreciate it!”
Katsuki stood there dumbly, words not leaving his mouth.
Dynamight… That’s not him. Or at least not to Deku, he’s not. He’s supposed to be Kacchan. Deku’s Kacchan.
He followed behind silently as-
Katsuki stood there dumbly, words not leaving his mouth.
Dynamight… That’s not him. Or at least not to Deku, he’s not. He’s supposed to be Kacchan. Deku’s Kacchan.
He followed behind silently as-
a police officer guided Deku back outside to give them his statement.
Was… Was that it? Are they just going to go their separate ways again? Would this be the last time he saw him?
Deku bowed to the police officer after he finished, “Thank you for your help.”
Was… Was that it? Are they just going to go their separate ways again? Would this be the last time he saw him?
Deku bowed to the police officer after he finished, “Thank you for your help.”
He was walking away.
/Say something. Do something. /Move./
“L- LET ME WALK YOU HOME!” Katsuki blurted, loud enough to startle Deku and a few police officers.
“O- Oh… There’s no need, I live near here! Thank you though!” Deku smiled, a little tense.
“I- I don’t care! I’m-
/Say something. Do something. /Move./
“L- LET ME WALK YOU HOME!” Katsuki blurted, loud enough to startle Deku and a few police officers.
“O- Oh… There’s no need, I live near here! Thank you though!” Deku smiled, a little tense.
“I- I don’t care! I’m-
coming w- with anyways!” He stuttered out, face red.
What the fuck was he saying?! Why was he stuttering?! He’s being such a fucking creep!
The police officers watched on with stunned and amused faces. The few who had worked with Dynamight before had never seen him like this.
What the fuck was he saying?! Why was he stuttering?! He’s being such a fucking creep!
The police officers watched on with stunned and amused faces. The few who had worked with Dynamight before had never seen him like this.
“Oh okay… Sure…” Deku said, confused and probably weirded out.
Katsuki awkwardly walked in pace with Deku.
/Start a conversation. Catch up. /Apologize./
“SOULMATES!” He yelled, making Deku flinch.
He winced at that before clearing his throat awkwardly, “I meant…-
Katsuki awkwardly walked in pace with Deku.
/Start a conversation. Catch up. /Apologize./
“SOULMATES!” He yelled, making Deku flinch.
He winced at that before clearing his throat awkwardly, “I meant…-
Soulmates… As in... Why did that guy think you were his?”
“Uhm… Well, I don’t have a soulmate…” Izuku said and Katsuki frowned, drooping dejectedly like a scolded puppy.
/He/ was Deku’s soulmate.
“O- or at least that’s what I told everyone... Aoi never had a soulmate-
“Uhm… Well, I don’t have a soulmate…” Izuku said and Katsuki frowned, drooping dejectedly like a scolded puppy.
/He/ was Deku’s soulmate.
“O- or at least that’s what I told everyone... Aoi never had a soulmate-
either.” Izuku hummed, “He’s always been bitter about it, thinking he was done wrong by the universe, that he wasn’t good enough for anyone. We became best friends because of it and he had just told me he was in love with me today. He insisted that I was meant to be his and that-
we could make our own destiny. I don’t know, I feel a little bad for him…”
Katsuki didn’t know what to say to that, frantically searching for something to respond with in his head.
Before he can, Deku stops, “Well, we’re here.”
Wait, no. That was too quick. He didn’t get to-
Katsuki didn’t know what to say to that, frantically searching for something to respond with in his head.
Before he can, Deku stops, “Well, we’re here.”
Wait, no. That was too quick. He didn’t get to-
say anything, do anything, apologize.
“Thank you again for saving me, Dynamight!” Deku smiles, a customer service one used on unfamiliar people, not the big and bright smile he always flashed when they were children playing on the playground.
Deku turns away and Katsuki shoots-
“Thank you again for saving me, Dynamight!” Deku smiles, a customer service one used on unfamiliar people, not the big and bright smile he always flashed when they were children playing on the playground.
Deku turns away and Katsuki shoots-
his hand out grabbing his wrist, “I!-”
“I wanna see you again!” He proclaimed rather loudly.
For fuck’s sake, what was wrong with him?! He was acting like one of those fucks in shoujo mangas (no, he /doesn’t/ read that shit).
“... Wha-”
“Middle school! And everything before-
“I wanna see you again!” He proclaimed rather loudly.
For fuck’s sake, what was wrong with him?! He was acting like one of those fucks in shoujo mangas (no, he /doesn’t/ read that shit).
“... Wha-”
“Middle school! And everything before-
that! I’m sorry!” Katsuki rambled, continuing to yell, “I’m sorry for being a dick head! I don’t have any excuse and words alone can’t make it up but I really want to show you that I’ve changed! I want to be someone worthy of standing by your side, someone you’re proud to call-
your soulmate! I want to wake up to drawings and messages on my arms, I want to be able to show them off like I used to, I want to write back and color in doodles! I’m your soulmate, so please! Let me! ALSO, I'M KACCHAN!”
And to that?
Izuku laughed.
And to that?
Izuku laughed.
