The UA Academy for Sorcery hosted a gala, all thanks to a particular professor. It was a way for the underclassman to gather for something special. Professor Nemuri Kayama had brewed a potion that affected vision for a limited time. After consumption, one would be able to see their connection to their soul mate. That is, though, if they had one.

Katsuki Bakugo thought it was a load of bullshit. The whole thing was stupid. Fucking stupid. What a way to waste a Sunday evening.

The eighteen-year-old was slightly taller than average for somebody his age. He had a slim, muscular build and lightly tanned skin. Nothing could be done about his short, spiky ash blond hair. Choppy bangs fell above his crimson red eyes. Everything he wore was black, even down to the buttons of his dress shirt and jacket. No tie or bowtie was in sight because fuck that. His trousers were pressed, and his dress shoes were polished.

From where he stood against the wall, Katsuki glared at the raised basin made of stone. It contained the potion. He had no intention to drink any since it would be pointless. He already knew he wouldn't have a soul mate.

One of his friends, and fellow sorcerer, stood by him. Eijiro Kirishima was only six months younger than Katsuki, and had a similar height and build. His dyed red hair spiked upward, and two tufts on either side of his forehead looked like little horns. Red eyes had a brightness to them, and a small scar was just above his right one. Whenever he smiled, his pointed teeth were on display. His attire was monochrome gray apart from his black dress shoes. He wore a tie to bring everything together.

"Are we gonna do it, or what?" Eijiro asked, attempting to psych them up.

"Fuck no," Katsuki responded.

"What? Why not?"

"Fuck this soul mate bullshit. I'm here for sorcery."

Eijiro nudged him with an elbow. "Lighten up! You can have some fun too."

Katsuki huffed. "I'm not here for fun. I'm here to be number one."

xXx

Ochako Uraraka happened to be one big bundle of nerves. She had always believed in soul mates and was excited to know who she was meant to be with.

Just over five foot one, she was slender with healthy curves in the right places. The blush on her cheeks stood out against her fair skin tone. Brunette hair was bobbed, but longer strands framed her face. Bangs didn't quite reach her eyebrows. Her eyes were large, round, and a warm shade of brown. The dusty rose tulle of her dress was covered in glitter. Thin straps supported the sweetheart neckline and fabric crisscrossed in the bodice. The skirt was composed of multiple tiers that had flouncy, horsehair lace trim detailing. Black, worn out heels couldn't be seen underneath the dress.

When the gala was announced at the beginning of the week, she planned on wearing a simpler dress she already had in her wardrobe. The five other girls in the classroom decided to go on a shopping trip for the special occasion. They came across the dress that would be absolutely perfect for Ochako. She tried it on to appease them, knowing she couldn't afford it. She might be an up-and-coming sorceress, but she had a humble background. One of her amazing friends, Momo Yaoyorozu, refused to let her leave the store without it. She had told Ochako to thank her later after she found her soul mate.

The six girls already had theories of who could be paired with whom. Many believed Izuku Midoriya was the one for Ochako. They had been friends since the first of the school year. Tonight would be the night for her to confirm the theory.

Ochako spared a glance at Izuku as they walked side by side to the basin.

A few inches taller than her, he had an average build a tad on the muscular side. Dark green hair was a fluffy mess, and parts stuck up at odd angles. Green eyes took in all the sights around him. Freckles dotted his cheeks. His maroon suit paired with a yellow dress shirt, a black bowtie, and black dress shoes.

Okay, now she was more nervous than excited. What if Izuku was the one for her? What if he wasn't? What if her soul mate wasn't in the same room as her? What if they didn't exist?

Izuku grabbed two small cups and approached the basin, going up the two stairs that led to it. Without touching the iridescent potion with his fingers, he filled the cups. He stepped down and handed one to Ochako before gasping. "Wait, Tenya isn't here. We said the three of us would drink together."

"He said he'd be a little late, remember?" she reminded him as she took the cup.

"Oh, yeah." He paused a moment. "Should we try it together then?"

Her heart tightened, and she squeezed the cup with both hands. "You try it first. I'll go next."

Looking down at his cup, he gulped. "Here goes!" He tipped his head back and swallowed all of the potion. He looked down at his chest and turned his body to the right as he followed something only he could see. He stared at a wall. A crestfallen look washed over his face. "O–oh..."

Ochako's breath hitched. He wasn't looking at her.

"The string goes outside the room. I guess they aren't here..." He began to mumble under his breath, mulling things over.

The girls had been wrong. He wasn't her soul mate.

Izuku suddenly perked up. "Hey, I see Tenya! He's not super late after all." He waved an arm above his head and frowned. "He doesn't see me." Green eyes looked at Ochako. "I'll go get him. Wait here."

She didn't say a word when he left. Brown eyes merely stared down into her cup. Well, there was a way to know who her soul mate was. She clamped her eyes shut and finished the potion in one go. It tasted like burnt sugar. She slowly lowered her head and opened her eyes.

A red string stemmed from her heart. It emitted a soft glow that was comforting to see. Her gaze followed it as it twisted and winded away from her. She ended up staring directly at where the string disappeared into, Katsuki Bakugo's chest.

The cup slipped from her hand.

xXx

"Is it just me, or is Uraraka looking our way?" Eijiro asked.

In the sorcerer and sorceress society, one only used first names if they were close. It wasn't a surprise he had used her last name.

Katsuki's crimson gaze looked to where Eijiro's head was turned. Sure enough, he spotted Ochako by the basin. Their eyes met, and a spark shot through his heart. He clutched his chest with his right hand.

His eyes widened as he watched Ochako do nearly the same thing at the same time. Both hands were against her chest, right over her heart.

"The fuck?" he muttered to himself. What were the odds of her doing that too?

"The fuck what?" Eijiro asked, looking back at his friend.

As a cover-up, Katsuki itched the area of chest with his still raised hand. He promptly shoved it into his pocket, flexing his fingers. "Nothing, Shitty Hair."

"I bet you could go for a drink," Eijiro hinted.

"Get one yourself!" Without another word, Katsuki stomped away.

A lone corner had his name written all over it. He leaned against the wall, kicking one foot up behind him. He peered down at his chest. What the fuck was up with his heart earlier? Was something wrong with him? Did somebody cast a spell to make him feel that?

A loud exhale escaped his mouth. He was ready for the gala to be over.

Upon hearing the sound of heels approaching him, he raised his head. It was Ochako. She held a cup in each hand. "Are you enjoying yourself, Bakugo?" she asked.

"I was doing just fine a moment ago," he grumbled. "You know, since I was alone."

She stood in front of him. "Galas are for being social."

"Fuck galas."

She puffed her cheeks out, making them rounder. "That's not the attitude to have."

"I'm here, aren't I? Nobody said I had to be happy about it."

"So have some fun and be happy."

Eijiro told him earlier to have some fun. Fuck fun.

She held out a cup for him. "Here you go."

He scrutinized the iridescent liquid inside. "Fuck no."

"It's rude to turn down a drink."

"That's the potion. From the basin. Fuck no."

Her arm slightly lowered. "Don't you want to know who your soul mate is?"

"Who gives a fuck about soul mates?"

"I–I give a fuck about soul mates!" she stammered. "I mean, I care—" She cut herself off by biting her lip.

Needless to say, he was a little shocked. He had never heard her use profanity before. He didn't know she had it in her to cuss. "Whatever, Round Face." He took the cup from her and downed the potion in one go. It tasted sweet yet refreshing.

Lowering the cup from his lips, he immediately noticed the glowing red string protruding from her chest. It was pulled rather taut. His gaze followed it straight to his chest. Absentmindedly, he dropped his cup. Two words slipped from his lips. "The fuck?"

"Can you see it?" she asked in a soft voice.

He raised his head to look her in the eye. A bolt of lightning shot through his heart, and he jerked in place.

She jerked as well. "Did you feel it too?"

"Fuck, I have...a soul mate?" he whispered.

xXx

A/N: Revamped this work to be better than it was! I'm much happier with it now.