MHA oneshots

dear soulmate

Try not to call your one shot the song you're listening to-- CHALLENGE IMPOSSIBLE

Anyway wheel says Fatgum so

(Song name:::: Dear Soulmate--- Laufey

Quirk:: Bubbles

The user, though not very equipped for hand to hand combat, could shield their team with a bubble of their making.

Drawbacks-- hands are constantly "bubbly". If not properly trained, it could shield the user or everyone around them.

(Wow such a lazy description 😐😑😐)
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You loved the concept of being loved. The warmth a single person could ignite in another made your heart burst or how a voice could bring such comfort and intimacy one could only achieve in the movies.

But, with how time consuming being the CEO of such an important company, you could only dream of your silly fantasy life.

You sigh, closing your book for the day as you look out from the Cafe's window. The rich blue sky was clear, allowing you to indulge in its beauty.

"Uh excuse me." You jump a bit, looking to the person who disturbed you.

Your face flushes as your quirk bubbles the table from any outside forces.

"You're excused." You smile nervously. The man blinks, a wide tooth grin appearing on his face as he brings you attention to your mishap.

"You seem to have uh..."

You look down, frowning as you tried prying through the impenetrable shield.

"So, I have! Oh my God, this is so embarrassing!" You laugh.

He only chuckles, tucking his hands into his yellow jacket.

"Just wanted to ask if the book you was reading was any good."

You blink, briefly confused at his request.

"Book?"

He points to the said item that laid untouched alongside your cooling coffee.

"Ah! Oh yeah, yeah it's good. Not my cup of tea but, I like their books."

His eyes lights up. A delicate amber glow into a burning gold. But, as soon as his excitement appeared, he doubles back, reddening in his cheeks.

"I rather like their books myself. It's comforting with the way they being their characters to life. As if they-"

"Were real. Uh huh, I admire them for the same exact reason."

His blush reddens as a hearty laugh leaves his lips. You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter to such a beautiful sound.

"Oh! I should've invited you to sit uh..."

"Fatgum."

You wave him off.

"No no, you're off the clock. I wouldn't want you calling me L/N outside of work."

It was Fatgum's turn to frown. He's heard of your name before but, he couldn't quite put his finger-

"You're the one that builds those new outfits for some of the heroes."

You nod, slinking in your chair in slight embarrassment.

"Uh huh."

He hurries to take the seat in front of you (mentally blocking out your bubbled table) and puts his hand out for you to shake.

"Toyomitsu, if that's what you're..."

Oh, his name.

Such a gorgeous name. You mentally roll it of your tongue, even letting it out a few times for your new companion to hear.

"It rolls off the tongue so easily." You giggle.

Despite your awkward beginnings, your conversation flourished as you discussed your preferences in books.

Though Toyomitsu's personal library was consistent of things your weren't too interested (who'd reads fantasy books with no romance, you'd think) some of his recommendations brought much interest to you.

"I'll... Look into that." You conclude, writing your third book title on a receipt.

"Would you look at that?" He smiles. "We damn near talked ourselves to the next morning. Must be closing now."

Part of you didn't want this to end. Something about his comforting figure despite looming over you was so refreshing. There was a good chance you'd never see him in an atmosphere like this, calm and lovely.

You rush to dig in your purse on the floor, ignoring how he mirrored your action.

"Whatcha looking for?"

You whip out your notepad and scribble a bunch of numbers on it.

"Here's my number. I expect you to call me in two weeks to tell me how you feel about the books I recommended you."

You slam it on the table, hearing a "uh okay" as you hurried to leave.

"And if you don't, I'll find you myself, do you understand me?"

Fatgum simply nods, a giddy grin on his face.

"Okay." You dust your outfit off, growing more awkward as time passed before turning to the door.

As soon as the bell jingled, the bubble pops from underneath him.

He should definitely get your number in his phone right about now.

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HAHAHAHAHHAHAH

Anyway, since I'm working next Sunday, there's a good chance I'm not going to update.

So quick vote

Would you want this coming Wednesday or next Tuesday?

Doesn't really matter to me as long as y'all eating good.