Some BNHA Oneshots For Yee

So This Is Love? ~ ShigaDabiDeku

This was requested by mymymymy90 and has a soulmate au, along with some good ol' fashioned threeway smut :D
Enjoyyy

Izuku's POV

I smiled and hummed to myself as I searched for a marker or a pen, grinning like a maniac when I found one. Today was the day I found out who my soulmate was, and I couldn't have been more excited. It was my 17th birthday, which meant that there was a chance someone out there had me as there soulmate and was waiting for me. I chose not to look at the negatives of this.

Maybe, if I found my soulmate, I'd be able to get away from my mother, who often beat me for the most minuscule reasons. If I found someone to actually love me, then maybe I would truly be happy. I just wanted someone who I could love.

I took the cap of the sharpie off with my teeth and jotted down something on my wrist, which said Hey! I'm Midoriya Izuku 💚

I then sat and waited for hours, staring at both of my wrists. And at almost midnight, I noticed a little scribble starting to form on my wrist. I gasped and then glued my eyes to that spot, waiting until the scribble turned into untidy handwriting.

I'm Shigaraki Tomura. I hope you're poly because you have two soulmates, it read, and I nearly screamed when I looked over to my right wrist and found more writing.

I'm Dabi. Your other soulmate, the other wrist said, and I grinned. Not only did I have a soulmate, but I had two!

Ok, so...can we meet sometime? Or...do you not want me as a soulmate? I wrote down, finally realizing that maybe my mom's words were true. Maybe I was going to be lonely and unloved for the rest of my life.

We may be villains but we aren't that bad, my left wrist had written on it.

Wait. They're villains?

Villains?  I scribbled down ferociously under Shigaraki's words, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched as Shigaraki's writing came up on my left wrist.

Yes, but we don't wanna hurt you, I promise, his writing read, causing my heart to stumble over itself and skip a beat in my cheat.

Really?

Why would we want to hurt you? We already love you, dammit, the writing on my right wrist said and I almost cried.

But why? Why would you love me? I didn't get to see their response. My mother nearly broke down my door and began screaming at me, taking my attention away from my wrists.

You'd think I'd be able to fight back when Mom hit me, but I physically couldn't. Sometimes, because I was just too weak to move, she would hit me until she got tired. It was just normal. And at school, when Kacchan screams at me or tries to blow me up, I don't fight back because it was easier to just...let it happen.

I barely even realized she was hitting me until she knocked me off my desk chair and my head hit the floor with a dull thud. My vision faltered for a moment before I was knocked out cold by a bottle smashing on my head.