But of course being the kind girlfriend you were you woke up and turned to him, facing him.
“Shouto?” You asked.
“Sorry did I wake you?” Shouto asked.
“No it’s good, but are you alright?” You asked.
“I’m fine.” Shouto told.
Not believing him with that you signed and knew what had happened, at times this would happen. Even though you both were now in U.A and had moved into the dorms given to you at times the two of you would sneak into the others room and stay the night.
Today was that night.
Sitting up you moved to sit on his lap and brought him into your arms, his head resting on your chest a bit.
“Shouto, listen to me. I know you won’t be a man like your father, and your scar? To me it shows j
Soulmate AU where characters lose their quirks till they meet their soulmates.
One day the universe worked its mysterious ways and Shōto’s quirk disappeared with no clue as to why. He didn’t care much. For the first time in his life; the teen’s identity was not tied to his father – Endeavor – and his mission to surpass All Might. Shōto finally got some spend time with his brothers now that he was normal like them. That lingering look of horror his mother used to give him slowly faded away, the most important person in his life could tolerate his presence again. Her fear and hatred slowly replaced by love and guilt for the way she’d treated him.
Fortunately, Endeavor did not abuse his wife like he used to. Troubled by the loss of his only heir, Endeavor was instead consumed by the notion of finding a solution and dragged the teen round the world to find a cure. The last stop had been an eerie cave; high up in a na
Her fingers brushed along the wall and pressed lightly the switch, filling the room with brightness. A pair of crimson eyes fixed threateningly on her from his seat on the couch.
“Katsuki, what are you doing?” she asked, hands on her hips.
“Nothing”, he clicked his tongue and looked away.
“Are you sure?” she raised an eyebrow.
“I said yes! What’s your problem? Huh?” he growled irritated.
“Nothing”, smiling, she let her body fall on the couch and landed sloppily on him, beating the air out of his lungs. He gasped and a hearty laugh let her lips, earning her another threatening glare. “I’m sorry, you just seemed bored out of your mind, lighting up your spark
WARNING: Death (?)
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Shouto portrayed no signs of anxiety. Aside from the occasional checking of his watch, nobody suspected that he had been waiting for three hours.
Your train always arrived at around this time, if not earlier. Work often kept you late, not that he minded. He was willing to wait, and you knew that.
However, it was getting dark, and the train station’s usual crowd began to thin out, only leaving him and a few stragglers waiting for the midnight train. Every day, he waited for you, and every day, he would take the last train. It wasn’t something he did out of kindness, but out of tradition, out of his schedule. It would feel odd to completely remove meeting you from his schedule, and often left it to the last minute to go and see you instead.
Shouto always went on weekends, and always in