" "Soulmates" means forever, right?"

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"-------!! How're ya doing bro!" An ash-blonde wearing a yellow bandana with familiar golden eyes called him. He has on a simple T-shirt and jeans.

"Hey! I'm good, you?" 'Him', the brunette with the straw hat and farmer attire, laughed. The blonde's face dropped. There was something on his facial expression that bugged -------, but he didn't comment on that.

"I... my family's moving away. Seasons are changing, and it's become more harder to live with our crops dying so much." He lied. He was dying. He didn't want ------- to see him like that.

"-----..."

"But hey, -------, I might see you again next year, right?" The blonde's voice shook. "I'll return, i promise. Wait for me, yeah?" His voice held doubt, but also hope. The redhead smiled.

"I'll always be here waiting for you, -----. We're soulmates, remember? We'll always be together, no matter what!" ------- caressed the blonde's cheek and kissed his temple.

"Yeah, we are."

. . . . . .

The next year, the blonde never came back. Or the year after, or the year after that. The redhead still held on the string of hope, still believing in his soulmate. Until that fateful day...

*Knock knock*

"Coming!!" The redhead openned the front door, only to be dissapointed. It wasn't his soulmate.

"Excuse me, are you --------- -------?" The blonde man in front of him asked.

"Yeah? How'd you know that?"

"We're... sorry to inform you that your soulmate, -------- ----- has passed away earlier this year from an uncureable desease."

------- felt his heart drop.

"No no nonONO!!" He screamed. "This can't be true!"

The blonde man looked at him in pity. "Unfortunately, it is, my boy. He told us to give this to you, his soulmate, as his last wish." The man gave ------- a small envelope, quickly bowed and left.

------- opened the letter. The letters were rushed, unsteady and shaky. ------- wanted to feel those hands, the pair of hands he held everyday until they seperated.

The redhead stood there at the door, where he and ----- would talk to each other but won't wait to go to their rooms. He stared at the heartedly written letter from his boybriend, heart filled with emptiness and longing.

"Hey -----..." He talked to no-one in particular after a long pause. "Soulmates means forever, right?" ------ wanted so bad to believe in those words he said. He wanted so bad to meet ----- again. "------ --- --- ----- -- ---- --------- --- ---."

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Eijirou woke up with a jolt. He groaned, rubbing his head, trying to ease the headache of blood rush.

'It's the fourth time this week... the dreams kept repeating, and the names are all blocked.'

Luckily, schools aren't available on Sundays, and Eijirou would have a day off for this. Getting up groggily, Eijirou made his way to the living room

"Good morning, Kirishima-kun!" Midoriya, early as always, greeted him, along with Iida, Uraraka and Todoroki, otherwise dubbed as the "Deku's Protection Squad".

"Heya, Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka, Todoroki!" He called cheerfully. And as if on cue, a messy blob of blonde stumbled into the room.

"Ahh! Hey guys, Uraraka!" The blob, or Kaminari Denki, chirped. His shiny golden eyes glowed, due to electricity or sunlight, he didn't know. Eijirou had to wonder what, or percisely, who those eyes reminded him of. He had a suspicion, but he wasn't even sure.

Denki looked at the redhead. Sure, he didn't remember any of their time together, but bros are bros, and Denki is okay with it. Denki recalled one day, suddenly having memories of his past lives all of a sudden, it was freaky to say the least. Denki won't blame him. After all, the redhead had stayed with him even when he doesn't remember anything.

It's his time to repay his soulmate for all those centuries ago.