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Italics is Bakugou
Italics and underline is Todoroki
Underline is Shinsou
Bold is Midoriya
It all started just after I turned seven. For someone to have a soulmate they must have a quirk. Or at least that was what I was told. And maybe it’s true, to an extent.
When the writing started on my arms, I went to my mom. I was happy that even if I didn’t have a quirk, I at least had a soulmate, or more accurately multiple. That was until I tried to respond and never got a reply no matter how much I tried. It was heartbreaking to say the least, especially after finding out one of my three soulmates.
Kacchan. Of course, my childhood friend until I was 4 when he found out I was quirkless.
The thing is that each soulmate will feel each other’s pain unless they’re within two feet of the incident having happened. They never saw my writing and they never felt my pain.
Well, up until I was eleven that is. When shit hit the fan in my life and became even worse. My mother was killed in a villain fight, but the cause of her death wasn’t the villain. It was the hero, Endeavor. Accidental or not, he still did it. He still caused it the fire, and Eraserhead was unable to get in to save her in time. I wasn’t allowed inside my house until the fire was out and they were bringing her out on a gurney with a black covering over her.
I can’t bring myself to hate him. He’s only human after all and so he’s not fireproof.
The funeral was never held, she was buried and given a cheap gravestone. I was given the location and that was it. After that, I was put into the foster system, because the orphanage refused to accept a quirkless deku like me.
And the only reason I ever stayed in one home the entire time was my ability to “pleasure” my foster parent, which is quite self-explanatory.
However, it’s because of the first time he raped me that my soulmates started to feel my pain. At least for my soulmates I was only used in this way once to twice a week. He did more to me than just fuck me after all. And after that first rape, they felt every bit of my pain.
Kacchan didn’t usually hurt me, he just hurled hurtful words. He was the least of my bullies because of this.
Even after they could feel my pain, I never tried to write them again, even after all three begged me to reply. I was already the freak anomaly for a soulmate. I didn’t want to see if they could hear me now after years of no answer because I was too afraid to try and they still not see. And yet, I still tried once every so often and never got a reply.
Days went by and then they turned into weeks that turned into months and then whole years went by.
The day that Hiashi raised the knife and slashed me deeply over my chest, I darted out of the house. I ran and I ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I ended up glancing at my arms.
Who the fuck got slashed!
It wasn’t me
Nor me
Answer us you silent bastard! You’ll probably bleed out otherwise!
I have no idea what possessed me to reply as well as the fact to have a marker to begin with. My writing was shaky at best.
C-can you see this?
Of fucking course we can!
Yes
Yes why wouldn’t we?
None of you ever have before…
That’s impossible
Well, whatever, where the fuck are you.
I debated on answering or not, I was about to pass out as it was before deciding it might be worthwhile for me to answer and so struggled to see where I was, barely noticing the street sign.
Some alley by Shin Street___
That’s right by my house, I’ll be there in a minute with my parents!
I must have blacked out for a while because when I next opened my eyes, Kacchan was in my face. He was screaming but I couldn’t hear him. My eyes closed again before he slapped my cheek. I snapped them back open weakly, unable to find much strength. I stared at him blankly, just wanting to sleep.
I saw him turn and yell something at someone, just barely hearing his voice but not the words.
There were two other kids around me now. One I recognized as Endeavors youngest son and couldn’t help the flinch away from him that I had. It was at that moment that I blearily noticed Eraserhead above my face, mouth moving.
Eraserhead was that last I saw before I passed out again.
He was also the first I saw when I woke up again, but this time in a hospital.
When he noticed I was awake, he addressed me, “Midoriya, can you hear me?”
I nodded my head shakily; my mouth was too dry to even want to try and formulate any words.
He held up a glass of water to my face with the straw at my mouth. I eagerly started to drink it.
“There are a few kids that would like to see you if you’re willing to have visitors.”
I nod hesitantly, knowing who is going to be coming through the door, “But first, is it true that you tried to talk to your soulmates and the never saw your writing?”
I look at my hands and nod. It was after my response that I heard the door open, and three sets of footsteps walked through the door.
I didn’t look up even as I heard them stop at various points around my bed.
“Why did you never say anything shitty nerd?”
I looked up and Kacchan blankly, “Why would it have mattered? Why does it matter now?”
“Because you were hurting.” It was a simple answer from the son of Endeavor.
My eyes flitted over to the boy with hair being half white and half red evenly and looked back at my hands, “So what?”
Kacchan’s eyes narrowed, “Why are you even being hurt at home anyway? Auntie never would have done anything to you anyway.”
I snorted humorlessly, “You still don’t know Kacchan? Seriously? I know I never actually said that she died, but I thought you would have noticed it. Your mom and mine were quite close after all.”
He took a step back with his eyes wide, “I—what? The old hag never told me…I don’t understand.”
“She never told you.”
Kacchan shook his head wordlessly, “H-how long ago?”
“I’m quite sure you should know the answer to that yourself. Seeing how you all first felt my pain not long afterwards.”
Eraserhead sighed, “You’re not going back to your current guardian.”
I scowled, “Oh what, will I be put in a different foster home?”
“Yes and no.”
“Just what does that mean Eraserhead?”
“It means until the adoption is finalized, you will be in a temporary foster home. However, both will be in my household.”
“I—what?” I was about to snap at him when his words registered.
“Quirkless or not. Soulmate to my son and those two or not, I am adopting you.”
And that was the turning point in my life. Fourteen years old, closing in on high school entrance exams and my life had finally changed for the better. However, it took a while for me to try and get close with Todoroki, his fathers slight still having weighed in my mind, we did manage it. He never held my hesitance to get close to him personally, just trying harder and harder to prove that he’s not Endeavor for me to finally get over it.
With the help of pro heroes now raising me, I was able to get into the hero course and I did become the first quirkless hero. I had originally given up on my dream until Eraserhead made me hope and try again.
I can admit, years later, that I am exceptionally thankful to my new family and my soulmates. I still have no idea what changed to be able to talk to them on my arms, but I am grateful for it, otherwise I wouldn’t be here now.