Heal Our Past, Change Our Future

Chapter XXVII

They had to have imagined it.

That's what they labeled it down to.

Because there was no way in hell that Izuku was their soulmate, and they wouldn't have known until that point in time, right?

Not only that, but Izuku surely would have told them if they were. If he couldn't see it somewhat through Bakugou's sleeveless tank top of his hero uniform, then surely he would have seen it at some point on Kirishima's almost always shirtless back.

But even so, in that split second, they saw the soft shade of jade of his mark, the details of what could be assumed to be vines. And they swore they saw even the faintest hint of red. But not a plain red. No, a deep crimson that contrasted the shade of jade they saw.

It was too close to be a coincidence.

But at the same time, almost too unbelievable for them to even humor such a fantasy.

To put things kindly, they were frustrated.

But they kept up their promises of movie nights, coming over often enough to where they had more than a few pairs of clothes in what Izuku now called their bedroom, despite the fact that none of them slept in either of the bedrooms when they came over.

Izuku would always build a pillow fort on the couch the second they walked in, Bakugou would cook, much to the relief of Kirishima and Izuku, and Kirishima would be on movie-searching duty, tasked to find either a good series they hadn't seen in a while or a new movie that they could all agree on.

It was a harder job than most would imagine.

But throughout the two months that the arrangement had gone on, the attacks stayed just as close as before, thankfully not getting any closer, but still, too close. Which meant it was close enough for the Alphas to use it as an excuse to come over.

And they'd both be liars if they said that throughout the past two months they hadn't been trying to catch some kind of a glimpse of Izuku's back, primarily his shoulder blades.

Though unfortunate for them, the man would always be prepared in his pajamas by the time they came over. And despite how worn and torn his old sleep shirt looked, it held on with a stubborn determination, not even giving so much of a glimpse of the Omega's shoulders. Especially when Izuku would leave his hair down.

Hell, they even went out of their way a few times to leave themselves shirtless around him, just to see if he'd have any reaction to the soul-mark on their backs. But each time, he'd either ignore it or there was no reaction if he had even seen them.

At one point Kirishima went to the lengths of showing off his full-sleeve tattoo of a crimson red dragon with gladiolus, white clovers, snapdragons, tiger lilies, button flowers, and cardinal flowers decorating the skin where the dragon wasn't, even overlapping it a bit, just in hopes of the man taking notice of the mark that rested on Kirishima's shoulder blades.

Which he paid zero attention to as he studied the tattoo, happily mumbling all of the meanings of each flower.

So, maybe that meant he wasn't their soulmate?

But at the same time, thinking such a thing formed a pit in their stomach.

As they said, frustration was the best word to describe how they felt at that point.

But that wasn't the only frustrating thing.

They didn't have any of the answers they wanted.

Going to Izuku about what had happened all those years ago was touchy at best, they had gotten lucky the first two times in the beginning, but ever since then, trying to get him to open up and talk about anything else was like trying to walk through a minefield, one wrong move and he'd immediately shut down.