You were a Pro Hero, one that was slowly climbing the ranks. And somehow some strange quirk ability caused everyone to have something called a 'soulmate'. Once the HPSC found out about this, they advised you and other pro hero's to ignore this and focus on work.

After all, if a hero was in a relationship a villain could easily turn this into a weakness.

Over time you grew to ignore the small black flame symbol on the inside of your wrist, as well as the desire to find your forever other half.

However, one day you were chasing after a villain and they ran into an alley, you lost sight of them before spotting another villain in the shadows.

A man with black hair, turquoise eyes and that damn scarred face. The wanted villain stood casually against the wall smoking a cigarette without a care in the world.

A spark, a click or whatever you call it flared within you, and you could only assume he felt it too. You went to leave the alley before you froze upon hearing a cold chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Going so soon hero? Thought you'd be delighted to find your soulmate." He taunted before taking a drag from his cigarette. "Not what you expected am I? Not the perfect little thing you hero's most definitely desperately want huh?"

There was no way your soulmate was a villain right? You looked over your shoulder to look at him but your blood ran as cold as those damn eyes of his. He had pushed his sleeve up to show the same black flame symbol was on his scarred wrist.

"Sorry to disappoint you Hero." He continued while a smirk pulled at his stapled flesh. "But I'm afraid if this gets out your dreams of being society's puppet will be shattered."

You were stuck with the wanted villain Dabi. And you knew you'd hate every moment of it. Right?