2320 words! Guess who's back!!! For the time being lolol. I'm at the school, here to give you not one! But two chapters!!! Yaayy!! I love you all so much and even though it was only like 5 days ago that I gave you an update I just feel it's been too long! So without further ado, onto the chapter!

(Y/n)'s POV

Watching Shoto put the games back in the bag I sighed. "Okay, fine... I'll get some people so we can play Cards Against Humanity.." I mumbled. His eyes shot up towards me and I could quite literally see a shine in them. He sat back down and grabbed out the box, staring at it intently while I fetched my phone off the bedside table.

"Before you find other players, I have a question." He spoke up with some hesitance. I placed my phone in my lap and gave him an encouraging smile. "When... Last night... Why did you glare at me?" I raised my brow in confusion.

"I glared at a lot of people, are you sure it was at you?" I scratched my head in thought.

"Y-yeah!" His voice got a bit louder, startling me. "During Truth or dare, when Sero dared me to kiss Iida and Momo made a big fuss..." His voice softened and it was then I realized just why he was a bit upset. He likes private affection.

"O-oh! Uhhh.." I gulped and rubbed my arm. "You want the truth?" He nodded, his eyes telling me 'of course'. I rubbed my face and sighed. "I just.." Think! Something that sounds truthful enough! "I noticed how uncomfortable you were. I was actually glaring at Momo." His face held doubt but he didn't press the topic any further. "Uh, what about you though?" His eyes widened like he was called out.

"W-what about me?" He stuttered, playing with the hem of his shirt absently.

"The ice... and glares aimed at.. Denki wasn't it?" His Adam's apple bobbled like he had swallowed thickly and he laughed nervously.

"Oh...! I gave my reason last night!" Recalling his half-assed excuse for almost impaling Hatsume, I rolled my eyes.

"You never gave any for acting like you did towards Denki." I retorted, Shoto shuffled nervously in his seat and he cleared his throat.

"Can we please drop this and you get your friends now?" Sighing, I nodded and grabbed my phone, shooting Mei a text, telling her to bring Iida along for a game.

~miniskip~

Hatsume giggled and latched onto my arm, cooing about how cute Iida looked while flustered. "God, he's adorable! How does a small game make such a man embarrassed~ Don't you agree, (Y/n)?" I couldn't find it in me to respond as I stared at Shoto's red face as he looked anywhere but at another human. I found it more amusing that he'd show so much emotion.

"You wanted this, may I remind you." I hummed, grinning a bit as my own cheeks flared a slight pink. Grumbling under his breath, Shoto agreed with a stiff nod.

"Though! I did not! Please, let me leave!" Moving his arms like a mad man from the chair placed by my bed, Iida spoke loudly.

"Okay! Okay!" Hatsume giggled, waving her hand dismissively. "Last one!" She smirked and pulled out a black card, slamming it onto the bed in the middle so everyone could see.

"You've seen the bearded lady! You've seen the ring of fire! Now ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes upon ______________!" I spoke loudly, like a ringleader after a quick view over with my eyes and we all scanned our hands for an answer we'd choose. Hatsume giggled evilly, setting out a card. I scoffed and scanned mine again.
"Hatsume! Whatever you choose, I bet mine is better." I smirked cheekily, setting mine down. After everyone chose their card we flipped them over for everyone to see.

Jerking off into a pool of children's tears. -Hatsume
Leaving an awkward voicemail. -Shoto
Stranger Danger. -Iida
Picking up girls at the abortion clinic. -(Y/n)

Both boy's jaws dropped at our answers and Shoto shuffled off the bed with the inability to say anything.

"Awe man, you're right babes. Yours is better! I deem 'Picking up girls at the abortion clinic' the winner!" Hatsume cheered. I watched as Iida gagged and got up, zooming past Shoto, who looked pale and faint as he too, made his way out of my room. The held up laughter from all of Shoto's reactions burst and I grabbed my blanket, letting it out.

"H-Hatsume! You know they think we're madmen now, right? They're probably rethinking even meeting us!" I choked out between laughs. She smirked and shrugged, hoping off my bed.

"They can rethink it all they want. If Shoto would have read the game box, he probably wouldn't have asked. His fault... though I should go apologize to my Tenya baby. See ya loves!" She chirped, giving me a big wave before walking out of my room, leaving me to myself. I stared at the scattered cards and sighed, shuffling them up by color and putting them in the box. Maybe I could have went with more appropriate answers since the guys were nervous about the previous ones... Putting the game in the abandoned bag, I plopped myself down on my bed.

"What am I doing with my life?" I laughed dryly, peering over at my clock and instantly regretting the action as my stomach gave a tight pinch like feeling. "12:30, eh? Fine fine.." I stood up again and traveled downstairs, waving hi to the few passerbys. Turning into the kitchen I smiled at the few things they left here for students.

"You know they want Lunch Rush to cook our food, you should probably leave, you couldn't cook if you wanted to." One of the girls commented as she shut the fridge, energy drink in hand. I ignored her and hummed as I opened a cabinet, stretching to my toes to reach the rice. Feeling a presence behind me, I stiffened, my fingers barely brushing the box as a hand reached out and grabbed it.

"Here, let me."

Shoto's POV

Iida stood in the elevator awkwardly with me as it traveled down. "Never speak of this." He spoke sternly.

"Yeah... heh... The girls huh? They can't be our soulmates.." I rubbed the back of my neck. I always expected someone proper to be my other half.. is that my father's doing? Or my preference? My hand ran down my face as the doors opened and we walked out to the door. There's no way.. no way we're compatible. Yet, even though she just showed me how vulgar she is, I long to go back.... I shook my head, laughing. "God what's wrong with me?!" Iida stopped and maneuvered in front of me, halting my step. Upon realizing my unexplained statement, I looked down, feeling a heat rise in my cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with you Shoto! Why would you say that?" Iida's hands were crossed firmly over his chest, an unusual sight. My eyes trailed to the building, just out of sight and I sighed.

"There's gotta be! She's my soulmate? How are we so sure?" I whispered, though in my head played the scene of her jumping past me to the ravenette with the fresh growing flowers on her arm. Identical to my wounds.

"Hmmm. You're right, I haven't seen proof of it, you just have a theory, correct?" In desperate need to come up with an excuse, I nodded. "Then she may not actually be your soulmate! Don't worry. If she's not, we'll find them for you." Kicking the ground I nodded. If I told him the truth, that what's bothering me is that I'm falling for someone completely different than I'd expected, he'd berate me.

"Uh, Tenya?" I spoke up, as we leisurely brought ourselves to our dorm house. He cocked his head over his shoulder and gave me a broad smile. "What do you think about your soulmate? Like is Hatsume all you've wanted?" His steps stopped and his hand was on his chin once I was next to him.

"Good question. She's almost a polar opposite of me, and maybe we have stuff in common that we haven't stumbled upon.. But I'm honestly quite glad to know she's my soulmate. I don't think, now that I've met her and spent time with her, that anyone could make me happier." His eyes were soft and a tender smile graced his typically stern face. He truly is smitten with her. I smiled and nodded. "Anyway! Is that something bothering you? That you think your soulmate doesn't accept you?" I shook my head.

"No... quite the opposite actually.." I sighed.

"Wha-" Iida was cut off as a blur of pink and black tackled him.

"Baby! I'm sorry! Don't hate me!!" Hatsume whined from laying on him, hugging him tightly. He wiggled from her grasp, standing and helping her up, dusting off her then himself.

"Never!! The answers were a bit inappropriate and intense... but I could never hate you." He smiled and patted her head. I looked at her and sighed before my eyes widened.

"Oh! I forgot the games! I'll be back!" I shouted at them as I ran back to (Y/n)'s. Getting into the elevator I tapped my foot. Get the games, don't talk to her, and leave! Simple. I reminded myself, walking out onto her floor, and to her door. I knocked once, then twice, and with no answer I tried the door and huffed in annoyance to it being locked. I sulked back to the elevator, and stepped on, deciding I'd ask if anyone had seen her. Once it lurched to a stop, I briskly made my way towards the nearest person.

"Uh can I help you?" The male asked, looking up from his phone.

"...have you seen (Y/n)?" I asked with slight difficulty, her game answers swimming in my mind. He nodded and pointed to the kitchen door, I assumed. Thanking him, I stalked to my destination. I was stopped by a girl walking out, energy drink in hand, chewing gum.

"Oh hello, gorgeous~ Aren't you Todoroki, A-1 right?" I tried nudging past her to find the (h/c) female in question. "Ugh, whatever. Why are you here?"

"Here, let me." A male voice spoke out and I froze, finally pushing past the preppy girl to see a male caging (Y/n) into the counter. He was tall, dark haired and what I would assume many consider handsome. I stared, my face drained of any emotion as an unshakable anger filled me, even worse than the night before.

"Th-thank you!" She spoke turning and slipping out from between his body and the prepping area. Apparently she hadn't seen me to my relief, but when he turned I couldn't help but scowl and instinctively trace my hand over my scar. His face was smooth without any disgusting scars of any sort. "But it's a part of you.... Yes, Shoto. Mines a part of me too." I didn't listen to their conversation as her words ran circles in my head. They brought comfort, but it just wasn't enough. So many handsome men in the world and she has to deal with me being her soulmate? Wait wait. Why do I even care what she thinks? Soulmate or not, we aren't bound to date or have a future together. I started to back out of the kitchen stopping only when brilliant, beautiful (e/c) orbs locked with my uneven colored ones.

"Shoto! How great to see you!" She laughed, almost euphoric to see me. "You left your games in my room. Let's go get them!" She took my arm and towed me away from the unnamed male that glared at me. I stared at the half covered scar that stuck out from under her sleeve in a daze, her words swarming more intensely. She pushed me into the elevator and smashed the button. My eyes moved with her movement, stuck on the rough patch of skin that in a way matched mine. It burned into my retinas, everytime I blinked it stayed in my vision.

"Shoto? Shoto!" Sending me from my daydream with the force of a meteor crashing into the earth, I looked towards concerned eyes. "You're quieter than normal, are you okay?" (Y/n)'s chipper voice was long gone and I sighed, nodding.

"Yeah.. Yeah! I forgot the games and came looking for you." I shrugged, looking away from her as the doors opened. I attempted to make my steps as leisurely as possible, like I hadn't just been staring at her scar, spiralling back into the dark thoughts of how ugly mine is. I could hear a deep sigh before the sounds of her footsteps following me. I bit my lip, pursing my top one down, as I felt my throat tighten. How could she love someone with a scar on their face? Why does her opinion even matter? I kept my back to her as she unlocked her door, feeling my eyes starting to sting. Blinking back the tears I choked back a sob as her scar flashed in my mind. And Momo? She's probably lying.. No one could find this attractive. It's stupid, hideous, disgusting, unwanted, ugly! It's a sign that my father's a bastard! Would I have been handsome if I didn't have it? Hideous, hideous, hideous!

"SHOTO!" I jumped, one hand flying up to my chest, as my other had at one point made its way into my hair. My face felt wet and I avoided looking at the female who stared at me with so much worry, it choked me up again. How can she worry? How can she show so much care to someone like..me? I grabbed my bag from her and turned on my heel, running to the elevator, panicking as it didn't open fast enough. After getting on and hitting the button to close I stared at (Y/n) who looked at me hurt and confused at my broken state. And with that, the doors closed.