Colour: Pine Green
Character: Izuku Midoriya
Prompt / Quote / Song: "You're not hurt, are you?"/"You're going to be a great hero one day!"
Additional Info: SoulMate AU! How about Izuku saves her from one of Kacchan's blasts, getting himself hurt in the process.
Word Count: 964
His words come in bits and pieces to you-- your sleeps are never peaceful enough to remember his face, if you've even dreamt at all.
You began to get your soulmate dreams six months ago, and though you knew it wouldn't help, you purchased the best-selling Soulmate Dreams for Dummies official guide. At least you'd have something to read on those nights you couldn't fall asleep.
"The basic rules are as follows-- one soulmate can see through the eyes of the other if they are asleep and dreaming, and the other is awake. Nobody knows how, or why, these dreams exist, but further research shows..."
Insomnia seems like a cruel curse of the universe to you at this point. You can't imagine your soulmate knows much about you either, as you constantly drift in and out of sleep. You continue reading,
"Should both partners be awake or both asleep, a sort of "static" occurs for both parties, commonly known as, "fuzz", with no known harmful or distracting side effects. In general terms, the longer and more peaceful the sleep, the more vivid memories will become."
You don't even bother turning the page to the next section, "Strategies for Soulmate Meeting". They all suggest writing your address or phone number on a piece of paper and looking it at during a time your soulmate usually slept, but with the way your schedule works, it's nearly impossible.
For the fifth time this night, you close your eyes in a futile attempt to gain a few hours of peace.
It's one of the better nights you've had in a while, and you're able to hear his voice, and even remember a bit more of your dream than you usually do.
He's certainly a hero, by the images of fans and villains that you constantly see-- not support, like you are.
You've always admired heroes and the work they do. Nothing would make you happier than being able to play a vital role in a hero's life, and being someone they could always rely on. But sometimes, all that studying-- of physics, machines, electronics-- can make you forget that dream.
But something about him that stands out is how reassuring he is. You remember-- he's always checking on people after he saves them, and tells those who are afraid that it's all going to be okay. In a crowd of a thousand voices, you would easily be able to distinguish his.
What in the world does he think of you, then? Sure, you're a hardworking student at college, but you never feel as if you're making a difference anywhere. How many textbooks has he read while dreaming, and how many times has he seen the dim light of your desk lamp as you study instead of sleeping?
You grab a cup of coffee and your knapsack. College is a twenty minute walk from your house, but you're used to this routine. At least being awake is more interesting when you're outside.
You haven't even bothered covering up the dark circles under your eyes since high school. Isn't it normal to always be tired these days, anyway?
You think to yourself,
It's going to be a long day.
It's not every day that you come across a barrier preventing you from entering a villain attack site, but it's not uncommon, either.
You sigh. It just means you're going to have to take the long way again.
A violent explosion jolts you awake, and you notice it before you can react-- a huge chunk of the building beside you, about half your size-- is flying toward you at an alarming rate.
Something hits you-- but from your side, and not the direction of the stone.
You're alive, and that's the first thing you notice. There's also a crowd cheering nearby, which must mean the explosion was from a hero of some sort, who may have defeated the villain. The last thing you notice is the man in a pine green suit lying face down beside you.
What's left of his mask covers only half his face, and there's rubble tangled into wild, black, seaweed-like hair. He's conscious, and he slowly opens his eyelids to reveal irises matching the colour of his uniform.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
He becomes more concerned as you look at him with alarm in your eyes, and checks himself for injuries-- but there's nothing out of the ordinary.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He stands up now-- he's surely built like a hero, but still sits on the slimmer side. His muscles, however, are well-defined under his suit, from his broad chest panting heavily to his calves that flex as he rises up.
It's all you can manage, but his eyes flash at the sound of your voice and suddenly he finds himself speechless as well.
"Oi, Deku! You didn't die, did you?"
The moment is interrupted by a gruff voice, causing the two of you to whirl around toward a man with sandy blond, spiky hair, and a dark yet flashy uniform.
The man examines the scene, shooting your soulmate-- Deku, apparently-- a knowing glance before running back and telling him to finish up soon.
"Er, that's one of my allies, Kaachan. I usually get injured through his power more than I do facing villains. Like, what happened now, I guess."
You nod slowly,
"Deku, is it?"
"O-oh. That's my hero name. You can call me Izuku. Midoriya Izuku."
Everything about him is exactly how you imagined. He'd gotten hurt, and checked on you first. His wide eyes are wild with passion and determination, but warm with concern. He's everything a hero should be, and you know in an instant, there's no one you'd rather be there for-- no one you'd rather cheer on, or provide support to.
He's the one you've been looking for, and both of you know it.
"It's nice to meet you. A-and, for the record," you smile,
"You're going to be a great hero one day."
It's your first night staying with him, and with the way his words soothe you, surrounding you like a lush green forest and promising to keep you safe, you finally find peace in the night.
You fall asleep in his arms.