Everyone had a soulmate. Everyone did, it was just the way things worked. The rich snobby girl that was never really happy had one, the druggie who ran the corner had one— and despite his constant complaint and refusal, Tomura Shigaraki had one, too.

But when he saw your name perfectly scripted over his heart, he felt this sense of wonder. Curiosity. When he found you, his jaw was practically on the floor for three days straight. You were beautiful, an utter, complete angel. He almost felt like he shouldn’t be the one to approach you— to love you, to know you.

You knew him, too. From the news of course, and all the hero reports. So, when his name appeared on your arm, you didn’t know what to do— until he came to your door one night, asking to be let in to escape the harsh weather. Something about his face was telling you it was okay, that you could trust him.

Spoiler alert— you could, and it really wasn’t so bad.