soul mate
/ˈsōl ˌmāt/
noun
noun: soulmate
a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.
"You don't know how hard this fucking connection between us affects me! Every time I fail at a mission, when I'm all cut and bruise...
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A week has passed right along. Hero work, sleeping, lesson planning and more hero work as the week went by. Now, it was the first day of school as a teacher. However...
I am already late.
"Damn it! Why does the always happen to me!" I curse as I quickly zip up my combat boots. I somehow missed my alarm this morning. Which was understandable because I went to bed around 2AM.
I walk out the door, jogging down the stairs. My hands hold my daggers as I slip them in their safety holders that are on my waist. My hair casts down, my bangs bouncing against my forehead. My fingers go through my hair as a comb. Please don't be teaching class already. I burst through door, the sun meeting me immediately. Waiting for a taxi or a bus was not what I wanted to do. Throughout the week, I finally knew how to get to U.A from my apartment. I nod with determination as I decide to run there. I honestly probably need the exercise anyway these days.
A few citizens wave and smile at me. I raise my hand and give them a wave.
Aizawa, you better wait for me.
• | • | •
I finally made it in time to U.A High. I stop running when I'm inside the building. There were barely any students around which meant they all found their rooms or where they needed to be. From the entrance exam, I know how to get to Class 1-A. As I walk, I notice a yellow sleeping bag in the middle of the hallway. But, it's moving forward. My hands go to my dagger that's at my side. I pull it out and flip it in my hands. I walk slowly to the moving bag that's heading to Class 1-A.
Go.
That's when I run up to it, the dagger positioned high in my hand. I jump on top of it as I flip it over on its back. "Die!" I raise the dagger up in the air. "Die? Seriously?" I open my eyes looking down. Aizawa? His tired eyes stare up at me, blinking, clearly annoyed. I put my dagger back at my side, my cheeks flushing. That's when I noticed our position. I sat on his hips, him under me.
"W-Why are in a sleeping bag?"
"It wrong to be in one?"
"Well, no-
"Please get off of me. This is awkward." I nod as I move myself off him quickly. He exhales, his eyes shutting briefly before he looks over at me. We continue to stare at each other. Geez, why does he always stare? To make me feel awkward?
"Why are you seriously in a sleeping bag?" He sighs at my question. "I like it. I'm always tired. Plus, I always do this on the first day." I still don't understand... But I nod anyway. "Do you the kids like to see you in one?" He shrugs. "I don't know. I just like their reactions." Now that's more understandable.
