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ðð©ðð¥ððð£ðð ðð©ð§ðð£ðð - daughter of ðð©ðð¥ððð£ ðð©ð§ðð£ðð, raised behind sanctum walls older than nations. Trained in Eldritch magic, guarded by spells layered with care and fear, Stephanie was taught control before power, restraint before glory. She does not seek attention. She carries time itself - and treats it carefully.
In a world where soulmate marks are rare, almost dismissed as superstition, Stephanie bears one openly. Just beneath her wrist bone rests her soulmark: a tiny clock face, no larger than a coin. Two thin hands are frozen at a precise time.
The mark does not show who.
Only when.
So she goes to ð.ðŒ. ðððð - not as destiny, but as a student. Enrolled in Class 1-A, she hides sorcery behind the word quirk, careful and exact. The clock never moves.
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time finally catches up.
On her first day at U.A., the instant ððð©ðšðªð ð ðœðð ðªðð€ steps into the room, the hands on Stephanie's mark begin to move - ticking fast, then snapping cleanly into place.
At the exact same moment, the identical clock on his wrist stops.
They look down.
They look at each other.
They don't need explanations.
They don't need proof.
The mark has reached its time.
As Class 1-A trains to become heroes and threats rise beyond U.A.'s walls, Stephanie must balance magic, hero work, and a bond written into the exact second their paths crossed.
Some people never see the clock move.
Some never get an answer.
And some meet fate right on time.