You're My Star [Tododeku Soulmate AU]

Chapter 1 - Not-So-Good Morning

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Beep Beep Beep Beep.
Beep Beep Beep Beep.
Beep Beep Be- click.

With a tired sigh, I turned off my alarm and slowly got out of my bed. As I worked my way through my morning routine (down the stairs, eat breakfast, wash, brush teeth, get dressed, grab bag, leave), I remembered what day today was. It was my first day at UA Academy, where I would be training to become a hero. Or more importantly - to my father at least - training to become the Number One Hero and surpass my favourite hero, the current Number One, All Might. At the memory of this, I began brushing my teeth angrily and spat into the sink. I looked into the bathroom mirror and my eyes were immediately drawn to the prominent burn scar situated over my left eye. The sight of this, although not unfamiliar, made me feel even angrier at my father. I blamed Endeavor for this. For pushing my mother to do what she did to me. In an attempt to bring myself back to reality, I splashed cold water on my face and left the bathroom.

As I made my way down the corridor towards the stairs, I encountered my father coming the other way. I put my head down, slung my shirt over my shoulder, shoved my hands in my pockets and tried to walk past him, but he moved and blocked me.

"Aren't you excited to be starting at UA today, Shouto?" he questioned, his booming voice spreading throughout the house. I simply replied with a non-committal "Mhm" before trying to pass him again. This time he stopped me with a firm grip on my shoulder, perhaps a little too firm but nothing I couldn't handle. Endeavor spoke again.

"I asked you if you're excited to be starting at UA, Shouto. It's many aspiring heroes' dream school and you were chosen on a recommendation. It's also your next step in besting All Might and taking the spot as Number One Pro Hero. Are you not thrilled to be closer to achieving your dream, Sho-"

"IT'S NOT MY DREAM THOUGH, IS IT?" I shouted unexpectedly. I think that fifteen years of my old man forcing me to train hard towards a goal that wasn't even mine had finally made me snap. "IT'S YOUR DREAM FOR ME, THAT YOU FORCE ME TO FOL-" I was cut off by a strong smack to the face from my father, whose expression perfectly displayed the pure anger he felt at what I had just said. He threw a punch at my stomach, knocking me to the floor. My old man has a lot of physical strength; that's part of how he made it to the position of Number Two Pro Hero.

"Now, Shouto, I don't want my masterpiece to be injured too much for his first day of school but don't disrespect me like that again, or I won't go so easy on you," he sneered at me, his words thick with anger and distaste at my outburst. One foot landed between my knees, the other under my left arm, and the first moved to be above my head as he walked away, leaving me gasping for air. I heard a lighter set of footsteps making their way down the corridor and saw a hand being offered towards me. I grabbed it and my sister Fuyumi helped me up before insisting on giving me a once-over to make sure that no major damage had been done. Begrudgingly, I stood up as straight as I could (still being significantly winded) and held my arms out to my sides. She muttered as she examined my face and stomach, before straightening up and grabbing my shirt from where it had fallen off of my shoulder.

"Your face should be okay but you're gonna have a nasty bruise on your stomach," she told me, her face a mixture of concern and frustration. Great, just what I need. "Now go get dressed, you don't want to be late for school." I gave her a simple "Okay" in response before trudging up the stairs to my room.

I knock my bedroom door shut with my foot, toss my shirt on my bed and head to my wardrobe to put on my UA uniform. All the movement that I was doing made my stomach hurt, but I'd had worse injuries so knew that I would be able to handle it. Before throwing on my blazer and my bag, I headed to my desk, grabbed the concealer bottle and applied the contents to my inner left wrist, completely hiding the mark that lived there.

I've never been a fan of the whole 'soulmate' thing, the idea that there's one person out there who will care about you unconditionally, a person who you are destined to be with. Seems pretty impossible for someone to care about me, nobody else has. Sure, Fuyumi and Natsuo (my older brother) care I guess, but Father only sees me as being 'his masterpiece', Mother has been in the hospital most of my life (although that isn't her fault, its Father's for having her admitted), and my other older brother Touya left when I was still a little kid, so the amount of family members who don't care outweigh the ones that do. It's also a distraction from my actual goal: to become a successful Pro Hero (not necessarily Number One) without having to use my father's quirk.

My quirk is quite a strange one: Half Cold, Half Hot. My left side is the side that my father gave me, my fire side. My right side is my ice side, that's the quirk that my mother gave me. My father married my mother solely to have children with powerful quirks; it's what's called a quirk marriage. Nowadays, they're illegal, but Father made Mother marry him anyway. The nature of my quirk has also affected my appearance, causing my hair colour to split down the middle, half red, half white. It also accounts for the burn mark over my left eye. My mother did it, but I don't blame her, I blame Father. She poured boiling hot water from the kettle on the stove over my eye because my left side reminded her of my father so much that it was unbearable to her. That's what caused Father to send her to the hospital, and we haven't heard from her since.

I finish covering my mark (a simple enough design, a line formed by three, five-point stars, the centre one larger than the others), threw my blazer on, put my phone, earphones and concealer in my pockets - just in case - and grabbed my bag. I walked down the stairs and ran out the door, making sure to avoid Father. I really didn't want another confrontation.

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