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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Weeks have passed along quite quickly. Aizawa and I continued to teach the same class. Principal Nezu still hasn't figured out what my class should be, or maybe he forgot. But all the students have warmed up to me. It's like good cop and bad cop with Aizawa and I. The students actually admire me. After my incident that everyone knows about, I expected them to be scared of me. But they're not. I mainly teach them combat skills and techniques. Everything is going steady.
Aizawa and I have gotten closer. It took awhile, he actually started to talk to me first. We would stay back after school just to clean up and grade things. We would talk turns back and forth with the students papers.
Even the other teachers were shocked to see how we improved. I was shocked myself. He must have been shocked too.
Even though these things were all good for me, I still felt broken. I still had that feeling.
Displacement.
As weeks went by, I didn't think about soulmates, it didn't cross my mind like it usually does. But just yesterday, I heard the girls talking about it after class.
"Do you guys know who your soulmate is yet?" Mina asks with a big, blushy smile.
"No, I just have this small birthmark at my neck. Maybe my soulmate has one too?" Asui Tsuyu mumbles, scratching the back of her neck.
"I have this scar on my hand! I developed it once I turned 13. I wonder how my soulmate got it?" Uraraka then looks down at the scar on her hand.
"I have these dreams about them. I can't see their face, not yet. It's like a puzzle." Momo crosses her arms, her brows furrowed.
"I have a timer on my wrist. It's lame. I have to wait 3 years." Jirou shakes her head scoffing.
"Ms. Hamasaki!" Uraraka waves towards me when she catches me spying on their conversation. "Y-Yes?" I stutter, clearing my throat. "Have you met your soulmate? How was it!" All the girls eyes fall on me with anticipation. I look over to find all the boys in one corner with Aizawa. I look away, walking up to them. I couldn't form any words. "No. I haven't." Just like I expected, they all gasp. "Oh no... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Uraraka quickly apologies her face beat red. I chuckle, shaking my head.
"Please! Don't apologize. I will soon."
"Do you have a timer?"
"A birthmark?"
"Do you have dreams?"
"Scars?"
There eyes are gleaming with wonder. I decide to tell them the truth. "I have connected touch. When they are in pain, I feel their pain as well. If they die, I die. If I get hurt, they get hurt." I whisper to them, making sure the boys don't hear. If they did hear, they would never let it go.
