[ Growing up, Shouto went from believing in soulmates to thinking theyr were bullshit.
There's no other way to describe it. Sure, he knows there are happy people out in the world that have met their soulmates, he's seen evidence of it. But in his home, there was no way that his mother and father were soulmates. Not really. They were just people that the fates had decided to put together, somehow. Maybe they'd met their real soulmates but never got the chance to fall in love with them, when his father arranged a marriage with his mother. Maybe it was his father's involvement in the entire thing that soured what they were meant to be.
He doesn't know. The only thing he knows is that he's not gone out of his way to look for his, to even care whether he'd run into them or not.
But magic sprouts up, one day, and he has to learn how to control it. More than one article of clothing, and a lot of papers, have caught fire and been scorched. He's frozen over drinks into solid ice, frosted pens and pencils and chopsticks. It's pretty hard to get a reign of, but he does what he can, as he tries to figure out who it is.
In the meantime, he'll just - focus on spending time with the one person he's really gotten close to since starting high school. He ducks his head a little when Izuku opens the door, a small greeting. ]
It's a lot better than studying at my place, so. Thank you for having me.
[Izuku admires Shouto- for his magic, for his kindness. The way he seems to stay steadily calm in a way that Izuku has never, ever managed. He has no idea how Shouto does it.
They're probably not soulmates, and Izuku can live with that. High school romantic relationships rarely last long either. But if they can at least build a solid friendship, then at least Izuku can keep him in his life, even if it's just a little bit.
He's... a little jealous of whoever has Shouto as their soulmate, but he can't fight fate.]
Glad to have you here, Shouto. Um... If you ever need to come over, I think as long as you call we won't mind.
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There's no other way to describe it. Sure, he knows there are happy people out in the world that have met their soulmates, he's seen evidence of it. But in his home, there was no way that his mother and father were soulmates. Not really. They were just people that the fates had decided to put together, somehow. Maybe they'd met their real soulmates but never got the chance to fall in love with them, when his father arranged a marriage with his mother. Maybe it was his father's involvement in the entire thing that soured what they were meant to be.
He doesn't know. The only thing he knows is that he's not gone out of his way to look for his, to even care whether he'd run into them or not.
But magic sprouts up, one day, and he has to learn how to control it. More than one article of clothing, and a lot of papers, have caught fire and been scorched. He's frozen over drinks into solid ice, frosted pens and pencils and chopsticks. It's pretty hard to get a reign of, but he does what he can, as he tries to figure out who it is.
In the meantime, he'll just - focus on spending time with the one person he's really gotten close to since starting high school. He ducks his head a little when Izuku opens the door, a small greeting. ]
It's a lot better than studying at my place, so. Thank you for having me.
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They're probably not soulmates, and Izuku can live with that. High school romantic relationships rarely last long either. But if they can at least build a solid friendship, then at least Izuku can keep him in his life, even if it's just a little bit.
He's... a little jealous of whoever has Shouto as their soulmate, but he can't fight fate.]
Glad to have you here, Shouto. Um... If you ever need to come over, I think as long as you call we won't mind.