Shinsou Hitoshi had never fallen in love before. In fact, he thinks the concept of love, and soulmates, is stupid. He lives with his two dads, Aizawa and Mic, and his little sister, and he's been homeschooled until this year,when he made it into the hero course (fuck mineta he don't exist here)
Denki Kaminari is a boy who has been used way too many times. The bakusquad aren't his friends anymore, they've turned to his bullies, and nobody talks to him, unless they want to use him for a quick fuck. Everybody thinks of him as a slut, and he goes to a new guy's room every night. Not because he wants to, but because they kind of force him too. He has a horrible family life, with a dead mom and a very abusive father, and the only way he knows how to escape is to drink, smoke, and hurt himself. He hopes that soulmates are real, but has basically given up on the concept, since he knows nobody loves him...
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MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, RAPE, SEX , UNDERAGE DRINKING AND SMOKING, DRUGS, AND SELF-HARM, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
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BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.