He first heard it on a Tuesday morning, right when he was tying my shoes.

At first, he thought it was just his imagination—some leftover melody from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. But then it came again. Soft. Clear. A human voice, humming a tune he’d never learned, yet somehow recognized deep in his chest.

I froze.

Everyone grows up hearing about it, after all. The rumors, the whispers passed between classmates late at night: You can hear your soulmate sing. Not out loud—not in the air—but somewhere inside you, like your heart has turned into an echo chamber.

My hands started shaking.

The voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t demand attention. It sounded… nervous. Like whoever was singing wasn’t even aware they were doing it. The melody wavered, then steadied, as if they were gathering courage with every

He pressed a hand over his chest, breathing slowly. He’d faced villains, Quirks stronger than his own, expectations that felt heavier than One For All—but this?

This was terrifying in a completely different way.

Somewhere out there, someone was singing.

And somehow… they were singing to him.