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The moment they made eye contact, they both froze.
Shinsou slowly looks around, a new color filling his vision he’s never seen before- and it’s…
Purple.
Which means…
The boy takes a strand of his own hair into his hand, and stares with eyes wide at his purple hair.
Holy shit.
He quickly looks back up to Midoriya who is looking around, face clearly in shock and awe at the world around them.
...Wait, Midoriya couldn’t see green?
From the way that the fluffy haired boy is staring at the grass then towards the leaves on the trees- that’s.. A little ironic.
But wait this… This means..
Ah.
They were soulmates.
Wow, okay. He wasn’t expecting that.
They were just walking into UA and happened to run into each other- god, Shinsou couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if he confronted Class 1-A and found out at that moment instead. Because to be honest, Midoriya was the last person he wanted to intimidate. He always looked like he was on the edge of a breakdown- which was weird- but…
“Shinsou…?”
The purple- oh my god purple- haired boy looks up, eyes meeting Midoriya’s and blinking.
“...Yeah?”
…
Midoriya fidgets, then takes a few steps forward until he’s right in front of the taller boy.
“Do you um… Do you want to go shopping with me?”
What.
“It might be a st-stupid question, and I know you’re my soulmate now and I kinda always had this idea that when I finally saw my color that I would go shopping with my soulmate to maybe get to know them like that because we can buy stuff that has the n-new color.. Is that weird? Sorry, I-”
Shinsou lets out a laugh, interrupting Midoriya and making the boy look up at him with a questioning glance.
“That’s not a bad idea at all.” Shinsou hums then looks Midoriya up and down once, “We can find something nice to wear then go on a date afterwards maybe, sound good?”
Midoriya bluescreens, but nods slowly in agreement.
“You’ve got a phone, right? Great. Here’s my number,” Shinsou grabs a pen from his pocket, taking Midoriya’s hand into his own and writing the number on his arm. “Text me and we can make plans.”
Shinsou pretends not to notice the way that Midoriya takes his hand back and cradles it like it’s the best thing in the world- as if he wasn’t expecting Shinsou to want to do anything with him.
Something in the taller boy flickers in similarity at the sight, and as he walks away to his class he frowns lightly.
Midoriya was really familiar to himself back in middle school, but a whole lot worse.
Maybe he’s just seeing things- he hasn’t really seen Midoriya too much to be completely honest. And they certainly never made eye contact until now- but…
Hm.
Well, he can figure it out later.
After he’s gone on a date with the cute boy who looked at him like he held the answer to a question Shinsou didn’t know.
And oh- right, holy shit he can see purple now.
…
Ew, Mineta was purple.
…
Midoriya vibrated in untamed energy as he sat in class, waiting anxiously for a text back from Shinsou as he tried his hardest to pay attention.
But it was difficult, because there was so much green everywhere and wow it was a lot.
It was a constant reminder that he just found his soulmate and that served as the biggest distraction ever.
God, maybe he should just tell Aizawa. His sensei would understand.
Midoriya catches his reflection in the glass after looking at the trees outside for the tenth time and blinks.
His hair was green?
That made so much more sense now that he thinks about it- his name was literally Izuku Midoriya.
“Midoriya.”
Midoriya lets out a squeak and looks to Aizawa who called his name, “S-sorry!”
“And you’re apologizing for..?”
“Um.”
Aizawa raises an eyebrow, and Midoriya can feel the class's eyes on him as he looks down to his desk.
“Talk to me after class.”
“Y-yes sir.”
Aizawa sighs, and Midoriya knows he might be worrying him over nothing. But he really couldn’t help it.
He sneaks a glance towards the window again, and doesn’t see Aizawa’s curious expression nor the way that the tired man waves his hand at the class to stop them from bothering him.
All he sees is green.