Shoto could feel the familiar tingling sensation on his arm. The one only caused when his soulmate wrote. Part of him was glad they never gave up. But part of him wished they had because he'd never meet them. He wasn't allowed to

He hadn't even looked at the writing in years. They normally did it on their wrist so it was easy to cover up with his jacket and uniform

He was currently in his class of 1-A at UA high-school trying his best to ignore it