For as long as Shouto has lived, he's seen the world in black and white. Like one of those ancient TV shows. All blacks, and greys, and whites. Like static. He's gotten used to it by now - he has to, considering it's been fifteen years that he's lived.

Everyone assures him - 'It's normal,' or 'You just have to wait for your soulmate, everyone finds theirs in a different way,' or something else along those lines. But with the way he's brought up, Shouto doesn't think he needs a soulmate. Or color. He can be a hero with or without color. He's gotten along just fine for so long, hasn't he?

.... Or so he's always thought, until your sleeve catches onto his watch during a joint battle exercise with Shiketsu students, courtesy of Aizawa. His hand clasps yours as he tries to remove the piece of fabric, and all of a sudden, everything bursts into a dizzyingly bright array of colors, blinding him temporarily.

When he comes to, he's staring at you wide-eyed, breath coming out in pants. His teachers, your teachers, his classmates, your classmates, they're all staring - he can faintly hear Midoriya and Iida call out to him - but he can't seem to break free - and then, the realization finally, finally steeps in, like a steady trickle of tea.

He's finally found you.

And now, he's never letting go - of you, of this dizzyingly vast world you've shown him.

“... You're my soulmate?”