Chapter XXX

                                    

                                          

A part of himself wasn't ready for this, he wasn't ready to reopen all of the old wounds that he had worked so hard to close and leave behind. But at the same time, he was ready to let it all go, tell them both everything, and leave nothing unsaid. 
He knew just how terrible that kind of pain was when there were too many things left unsaid.
He didn't want to go through it again, and he didn't want to force anyone to go through that. Especially not his own soulmates.
But sitting on his bed with his hair still damp, fresh from the shower while he toyed with his sweatshirt's sleeve, he couldn't help but overthink each thing. Clearly, they weren't turning him in, maybe not yet at least. But who was to say? They despised Tenshi...Hikari.
And they didn't look that mad, honestly, they looked incredibly hurt. Which was worse in Izuku's opinion. He'd rather them be furious with him rather than see that pain on their faces again.
But then again, maybe they just wanted to know what he had lied about, what was true, why he had been a part of the League of Villains, why he had hurt them and their friends in the past, then they'd leave. 
They'd leave him and never talk to him again.
And honestly, Izuku wouldn't blame them, he'd let them leave.
It was only fair honestly, he had abandoned them when they were kids, and he hadn't made any attempt when he'd come back to reconnect with them. That had been all them.
So, if they left, he wouldn't be mad or wonder why, though that wasn't to say he'd recover from it.
But he'd just add it to the rest of the scars and force himself to leave it behind, just as he always did.
So, Izuku sucked in a deep breath, willing himself to get this all over with. No matter his anxieties.
Pinching his arm to bring himself out of his own head, he shuddered at the slight sting before slowly stepping away from his bed and opening the door. And a part of himself cursed himself for the hesitance.
He wasn't back there.
He wasn't at the place he had once called home only when his father was there.
He wasn't in the place where he had to walk on eggshells just in case in mother was home and in a terrible mood.
He wasn't in the house where his nightmares took place, where his mother had taught him what fear and betrayal were, where he had witnessed his world shatter before his very eyes, and his hopes and dreams die in his hands.
They weren't like her, he knew that.
But why did this remind him so much of that?
Why did the thought of this remind him of the day when he had told his mother of his soulmate mark?
Where she had so those terrible things.

"Oh Izuku, you naive little boy, do you think that those two will love you? If anything this is just a certified sign of your purpose. Nothing more than a-."

No. He wouldn't think of that.
She had been wrong.
She had to be wrong.
He really hoped she was wrong.
But then he remembered, they still didn't know they were soulmates. 
That really could change everything.
And if they didn't already hate him, they'd surely hate him once he told them.