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Like Me?; Shoto x (fem)Reader Soulmate AU

Ran into this picture in my Shoto file- 🤭🤭🤭 Gold.

Shoto’s POV

I sighed, fixing my tux for the fuckteenth time. “She’s at it again…” I hummed, catching Midoriya off guard as he walked with me through the building. We had been back at I-Island hoping for a better outcome than last.

“W-who’s at what again?” He sputtered and I cleared my throat, huffing as the topic nearly never popped up.

“My soulmate…” I muttered quietly, looking to the floor. I couldn’t imagine how someone could sing so fucking much.

“Whoa!! You actually have one? Why haven’t you talked about them?” I put my hand up to stop him.

“Cause only I can hear them. And I literally only hear them if they sing. Which I swear they sing in their sleep…” The last part was under my breath and I hoped the greenette hadn’t heard me. “But because of that I just know it’s going to be problematic with my father. I avoid the topic typically.” He nodded before giving me a big smile.

“Is their voice beautiful? Do you like the genre they sing?” I sighed and turned to face the male.

“First off, I believe I clarified that she’s a female.. I know because most of the music she sings is supposed to be by males. Second.. I dunno. And I mean, at first I didn’t even know the language of most of the music, I could just understand the meaning of the song.” His face had lost part of the shine from my scolding and I sighed.

“Is that why I’ve heard you muttering in a foreign language?” I coughed, my face heating up.

“Shut it.” I growled, instantly tensing at how much I sounded like Bakugo. “Let's just get to the party..” He nodded and I sighed as he led me through the twisting hallways, and I focused on the music playing in my head. I try to seem like I’m upset, but I really couldn’t be. The genre’s were all over the place, but I loved everything she sang. The song she was singing at the moment was soft and soothing in a way, but I could detail how I felt every time I heard something new once actually learning what she was singing. Sometimes I can’t help but assume she’s a thirsty asshole… Like Bakugo. I couldn’t hear the instrumental, and tended to try to find the song for my own joy, I even made a playlist of every song she had ever introduced me to. The doors opened up to the giant room and the music playing sounded odd for my culture, yet strangely familiar. I couldn’t place my finger on it as Izuku brought me to the punch table.

“Here she comes walking in, cotton dress a swishing. Smoke is thick and the lights are dim and she sure got me wishing…” The voice in my head grew eerily silent as I directed my attention to the stage. A younger lady who couldn’t be older than me with big, beautiful (e/c) hues and soft looking (h/c) locks stood on the stage, swinging around in a dress as she sung a song I had heard a few times before.

“'Cause if we got to two-stepping we could come up missing. And find a corner booth of our own. Just a hugging and a kissing like two lovers reminiscing'. Man, this feeling’s comin on strong.” I covered my mouth in disbelief. I didn’t just...sing did I? My face felt hot, but at the same time, I felt sick. The music played on but the girl wasn’t singing anymore.

“T-Todoroki! Did you just sing?” I shook my head violently to Izuku’s question. I don’t sing!

“Come on! We’re here to listen to you!” A few guys in the crowd had started an uproar and as I looked up at the stage I caught her incredulous gaze before she apologized quietly and carried on with the music. I maneuvered past Izuku holding out a cup for me, declining with a simple wave of my hand. I pushed past the people dancing and standing around until I made it to the front of the small stage. I stared up at her, I couldn’t believe this was who I was destined to be with. It made no sense, I don’t deserve this.

“Could you believe that’s (L/n)’s daughter?” I turned my head ever so slightly at the conversation happening nearby.

“(L/n)? As in Mr. (L/n), our boss????” Another voice spoke up. “Oh man, I feel so bad for her! I’d never expect him to even accept such a hobby. If he wasn’t my boss, I’d call him an asshole.”

“Ha! I don’t care if he’s our boss, he is an asshole.” I gulped, looking back towards the girl.

“Kid, you’re in (L/n)’s way.” I turned to the deep voice and moved out of the way, deciding it was better to keep my mouth shut.

“Todoroki’s kid I assume… Yes, It’s undeniable, you have the red hair and blue eye of his.” I coughed some and peeked over at him, once realizing he was looking in another direction I looked in said direction. A growl built up in my throat seeing my father in the corner talking to some others. He had a smile on his face, and it just irritated me. He was trying, but I couldn't forgive him no matter how hard I tried. And now I had some fancy fucker comparing us. He’s my soulmate’s parent, I can’t hate him… Oh? And what stopped you from hating your own father?

“O-oh, yes… Todoroki Shoto…” I answered his gaze with a hesitant one of respect. Normally I’d give challenging gazes, but I couldn’t do it. My eyes flicked to the female on stage. I didn’t need to focus on her, I heard her every word echoing in my head even while talking. The music stopped and everyone clapped while she curtsied and hurried off the stage to us.

“How did I do dad?” She asked quietly, her gaze shifted to the ground.

“You could have been better! After the party you’ll be training till you can’t speak.” His voice was low, but I heard every word.

“Better? Her voice is perfect! How could you say such bullshit?!” All I could do was see my father, how he had been. My anger had boiled over so much that I hadn’t realized I was yelling in Japanese.

“Shoto!!” I froze as my dad’s heavy steps made their way over. “Why are you yelling at our host?” My hands balled into fists and I could feel my nails digging into my palms.

“Because this piece of shit is just as bad as you!” I yelled, grabbing the girl's arm. “I’ve been listening to this voice for 14 fucking years! If she needs improvement then I must be tone deaf! Every since I could talk I would hear singing. It played in my head like a broken fucking record for a few years before she learned something different then Twinkle Little Star.” I let go of the girl's arm, watching as my dad’s face went from shocked to an unreadable expression as he took my arm. His grip was tight, but looser than he had ever grabbed me.

“I’m sorry for my son's attitude. Apparently I raised a heathen.” He dragged me from the room as I struggled against him. Once we were out I was released from his grasp, my eyes steely and daggered. “Shoto, is it true she’s your soulmate? Why haven’t you told me?” My shock remained hidden at his soft question as I gave him a dismissive shrug.

“I don’t care enough about you to tell you stuff.”

“I’m trying Shoto! Can’t you see that?! Let me show you how much I’m trying.” I glared more, my eyes narrowing to a thin line, I could barely see him, and that’s how I preferred it.

“You don’t care, you’re pretending! Don’t act like I didn’t see that look in there. If you won’t back me up the-” I had moved to go past him but his arm stopped me.

“I’m proud of you, but I couldn’t show it! We have to be formal while in there! I don’t care how bad it is, even if I’m a pro hero and you’re almost there, we’ll be arrested because of his connections.” I studied my father's face as he looked at me with regret. “If you think she’s being treated like I treated you… Then of course I want to help you. I ruined your guy’s life with my obsessive training and neglecting, I know that and I cannot stand to know others are doing so, let me help you. But please. Be civil during this event.” I gulped and scowled at him before directing my gaze back to the door, the (h/c) girl that I hadn’t even had the name of laid in there, and I was going to help her.

“...Fine…. How are we going to do this then?” My father gave me a mischievous grin I never thought he could make.

“Just go enjoy the party Shoto, I’ll handle this.”

1539 words!!
I'm hesitant to make a part 2, this doesn't really feel like my writing 😭