I might have gone a little bit crazy on the soulmate AU's. I put a full list with definitions inside ♡︎.
In which the omega, Izuku Midoriya, doesn't want a soulmate. Yet, he gets two.
Katsuki Bakugo and Shoto Todoroki, both alphas, can't stand th...
Izuku never wanted to meet his soulmate. Of course, he loved the idea of the "perfect match" and his "one true love" and "Mr. Right", Izuku wanted to be with his soulmate more than anything. But the thought of meeting them, of hanging out with them, makes Izuku feel sick. So no, he never wanted to meet his soulmate. But today was July 15th. His sixteenth birthday. Today was the day a soul mark would appear on his wrist. Today was the day his soulmate would be able to write on his arm. Today marked the day Izuku and his soulmate could see and feel each others injuries. Today was the day Izuku had been dreading for five years.
Your soul mark, the tattoo that appears on your wrist the moment you can communicate with your soulmate, appears at exactly midnight on your sixteenth birthday. Most people would wait up all night, eager to finally write to their soulmate. But Izuku did exactly the opposite. He bandaged his arms as usual, but instead of wrapping just the cuts, he wrapped from his elbow to his palm. If his soulmate wrote to him during the night, he didnt want to see it. Ever. Obviously, he couldnt avoid it forever, but he would try.
Despite his best efforts, Izuku couldnt fall asleep. He wanted to go to bed early, to sleep through getting his soul mark. But when the All Might themed clock hanging on his wall struck 12, Izuku was wide awake. Getting his soul mark wasnt painful, but it felt hot. Like it was being burned onto his skin. A few minutes later, he felt the faint scratches of a phantom pen on his arm, his soulmate awoken by the burning sensation. Proving that he could now feel all the pain Izuku felt, whoever he was. That was what terrified Izuku the most, he didnt want to hurt his soulmate, and he didnt want his soulmate to know of his "bad habits". His soul mate finished writing, and the urge to read it was stronger than Izuku had anticipated. Maybe just a peek? I don't have to write back, Izuku thought. But he resisted.
Then it started again, the soothing scratching of a pen on his skin. Resist. He felt each line as it was written, the urge to read it growing with each stroke. The seconds felt like hours and Izuku knew he would give in eventually, but he didnt want to know.
I wont know who they are. Its not like I know them or anything. As long as I dont say my name, if we meet, they wont know its me, Izuku convinced himself. By now, the desire to read his soulmates writing was overpowering. He had heard of this effect. For the rare people that dont want to meet their soulmates, having one is a curse. The desire to be with them is unbelievably strong. There are only a few cases about it, but most end in a tragic suicide because they couldnt live without their soulmate. Izuku wasnt worried though. Suicide has been on his mind for longer than he could care to remember, and when he dies, his soulmate will get a second chance soulmate. Second chance soulmates are never as strong as the first, but it works.
Izuku pulled up his sleeve to where it scrunched up around his elbow. He was terrified to see what laid underneath the bandage. He could feel the scratching start up again, the itch to read the words hitting him with full force. Driven by the irrational desire he ripped off the bandage as fast as he could.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.
The words were written twice. Once in blue, once in black. One really neat, and one messier. Izuku was confused, surely that wasnt right. So, he checked his soul mark. But it was right. He had two soulmates. One mark was half red, half white, with a drawing of a flame and an icicle in the middle. Izuku had never seen anything like it. The other was orange with a drawing of an explosion in the center. Unlike the first one, Izuku recognized this one. Orange was Kacchans favourite colour, and the explosion matched his quirk.
No. Izuku refused to believe it. Kacchan couldnt be his soulmate. He hates me. Im wrong. Hell, hes the reason I dont want a soulmate. Izuku could remember the day very clearly. Kacchan had been bullying him for years at that point, so his newest tactic to bring Izuku down wasnt a surprise, but it had affected Izuku in a way that he hadnt predicted. He started by pointing out all of Izukus faults, things he had pointed out every day since he was four, with the list only growing. Then he told Izuku he was too fucked up, too useless.
*** "You're soulmate could never love you. I honestly feel bad for them. Why dont you stop being selfish and just kill yourself, your soulmate will be a hell of a lot happier with their second chance than they could ever be with you." ***
That was the first day Izuku cut. And he would be lying if he said he didnt completely believe him. Nothing Kacchan had ever told him was a lie. He was everything Kacchan said he was and more.
So no, Kacchan wasnt his soulmate. It was a coincidence. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, trying to deny the compulsion to write back, but it was useless. Instead he wrote a simple sentence, something he wanted – needed – to say to them, and re-wrapped his arm.
Im sorry.
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I hope you liked it! It's a little bit forced in some places, but once it's finished I'll rewrite it and clean it up.
And I'm sorry it's so short, they will get longer.
If there's anything you're confused about, comment it (or DM me if you'd prefer) and I'll answer all of your questions.
Thanks for reading my little demon children <3.
Question of the day: What's your favourite colour? Mine is green 💚.
