A Freeing Touch

Chapter Six

(Todoroki, stood in his bathroom, stared at himself in the mirror, and reached his hand up to lightly brush under his eye. To anyone else, it’d seem as if he was focused on his scar, but he was less aware of it in that moment then he had ever been before. He was focused on what was missing. The weight that felt like it had been lifted.

There was no real weight of course, but he couldn’t help but feel lighter in a way. Like when he lifted his head, there was just a tad less resistance then there would’ve been before the sports festival.

He hated it.)

Midoriya, on the other hand, was sat cross-legged on his bed, hands pressed against his cheeks as he looked back and forth between the floor and Uraraka, who was stood in front of him.

“He’s my soulmate.”

“Yes, yes he is.”

“He’s my soulmate.”

Iida, sat on a chair nearby, sighed, “Yes, Midoriya, Todoroki is your soulmate.”

Midoriya lifted his head, and placed his hands limply on his legs. His eyes darted back and forth between Uraraka and Iida, his mouth slightly agape in shock.

“Todoroki Shouto is my soulmate. Oh my god.”

Uraraka sighed, placing both of her hands on Midoriya’s shoulders as she loomed over him, “Yes, Deku, Todoroki Shouto, son of the number two hero Endeavor, our classmate, is indeed your soulmate.”

“It’s just. So hard to believe. I mean, I know we speculated but really? He’s really my soulmate??”

He felt Uraraka’s hands leave his shoulders, and proceeded to lay back on his bed, uncrossing his legs as they laid limp off the edge of his bed.

“Oh, what am I going to do, you guys?”

“Normally I’d have some advice but… I am uncertain on how to proceed from here. My apologies, Midoriya.”

Uraraka bit her lip, “Yeah, I… I’m really not sure what you should do here. Maybe try to talk to him? I know he’s not the friendliest guy but… that’s all I can say.”

“Am I even his soulmate?”

“What do you mean?” Uraraka tilted her head slightly to the side, “Of course he is.”

“He didn’t even seem phased Uraraka. I didn’t see a mark either! What if he’s my soulmate, but I’m not his? Like, it might be possible, and I’d have luck bad enough wouldn’t I? Gosh, it really is possible, I mean, I could ask him, but then it’d be even more awkward if I’m right, and-”

Iida interrupted, sighing, “Midoriya, I’m sure you are thinking too much into this. I have never heard of a case where someone has not had someone as a soulmate who had them as a soulmate.”

“Yeah,” Midoriya let out a long sigh, nodding, “You’re right, Iida, of course.”

Internally however, the possibility was still swirling around Midoriya’s head, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to cast it aside so easily. It was true, he hadn’t seen Todoroki’s mark, nor had he seen much of a reaction that would suggest his own mark disappearing. He was rather sure his first contact with him had been a harsh punch to the stomach, as terrible as a first touch as it was. He’d seen Todoroki with his shirt off plenty before thanks to the boys’ changing rooms, and Todoroki didn’t have a mark anywhere on his torso. So then, if anything, Midoriya thought it was even more likely that he wasn’t Todoroki’s soulmate than it was for the other option. He grit his teeth, wondering if fate had something against him, to first have him be born quirkless, and now put him in this situation.