My Hero Soulmates
Chapter One
Hayami
Hi, my name is Hayami Aizawa. And this is my story.
It didn't start off great. In fact, it began the day I met my father...fifteen years ago.
It was the middle of the night.
A woman carried the basket by her side, a note in her other hand as she looked at the house numbers. She recognized the house she had been looking for, staring up at the modern Japanese home with a solemn look. She looked around for any bypassers before walking through the small front gate and up the steps to the front door. She looked down at the basket, her heart heavy as she placed it down on the porch. She placed the note down on top of the basket, her hand coming up and pausing right as it was about to knock on the large wooden door.
She took a deep breath, tears swelling in her purple eyes. Exhaling, her knuckles come into contact with the wood as she knocked loudly. Quickly, she turns on her heels and bolts into the darkness. She finds a place to hide among the trees and waits for the occupant to open the door.
A light appears in one of the windows, her heart practically jumping out of her chest as she watched the man opened the door and look around sleepily. She bit her lip until it bled when she saw him looked down in surprise. He picked up the note, his eyes growing wide before he dropped the note and quickly picked up the basket. He looked around the area and the woman cowered back further into the brush.
The man turns and walks into the house, the basket with him.
A single tear falls from the woman's eyes.
"Goodbye my daughter. This is what is best for you," she whispers, her eyes closing shut to seal off her tears before continuing on her journey.
My mother abandoned me at my father's doorsteps, leaving nothing but a note that read:
"Dear Shota,
I know you may not remember me, but this is your daughter. I know she is yours, so please take good care of her. I am unfit to raise her, and I have seen what her future brings if she were to stay in my care. Yours however, gives her a chance. She is only two days old, and she is healthy. Unfortunately, she has not one, but three soulmarks. This is too much for me to handle, and for that I am sorry. Do not look for me, and let her forget me please. It's best this way.
Please keep her safe and give her a good life.
Sincerely
A"
I've asked my father about my mom, and he tells me honestly that he doesn't remember. I've grown to accept that I will never know who my birth mother is. It pains me, but its just something I've come to terms with.
In this world, eighty percent of the population had powers that we called quirks. Of that eighty percent, only ten percent are heroes. They are certified people authorized to use their quirks in public. They were called Pro-heros. My father is one of them.
His name is Shoto Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead. His quirk was called Erasure, meaning he had the ability to erase anyone quirk by looking at them. However it ends when he blinks, which is the reason his eyes constantly look strained and he always looked tired. Even through I didn't look like him, with my snow white hair and bright violet eyes, you knew I was his daughter because of my quirk.
My quirk was called Eraser-Shield. Basically my father's power accept instead of using my eyes, I was able to project a sort of force field that would cancel out any quirks within range. However, it gave me massive migraines and I've so far only been able to use it while standing still. This was not good in a fight because I was basically useless in close combat while using my quirk.
When we first discovered my quirk, my dad was highly impressed but realized the dangers of having a quirk like mine.
"You will be targeted. A quirk like yours is valuable to villains, especially those who wish to dominate the world. They would want to use you to take out Pro Heros," Aizawa says, looking down at his white-haired daughter. "You will need to learn to conceal it around others until you're able to fight with it. For me, I use my capturing weapon to counter against attacks. If you want to become a Pro then you will need to train your body as well."
"But daddy, I'm not strong enough to fight like you," the little Hayami whines.
Smirking, Aizawa places a comforting hand on his daughter's shoulder. "That is why you need to be strong enough for you. I will help you. But you will need to go to private school. We cannot risk your quirk becoming known to others."
Now out of the population in the world, forty percent are what we called marked. Along with quirks, another strange phenomenon appeared in the form of tattoos that people became born with. These were called soulmark, and they are what linked you to your soulmate.
For me; I was born with three. This had been one of the reasons why my mother abandoned me. I guess she wasn't pleased with the idea of three people loving me. My father wasn't happy about it either, though he still loves me.
I snicker at remembering asking my dad about what the marks were.
A six year old Hayami attempted to look at her bare back in the mirror, noticing the three symbols. On her right shoulder blade, was a circle of two tribal wolves, one icy blue, the other fiery red. On her left shoulder-blade, there was a black dragon, also in a circle. And then in the middle there was stunningly blue phoenix bird, also in a circle.
"DADDYYY!" Shouto Aizawa jumped awake at the distress call from upstairs. He immediately jumps out of his sleeping bag, grabbing his wraps and goggles as he runs up the stairs.
"Hayami!" He calls before hearing a shuffle come from the bathroom. He dashes to the door and practically kicks it open, his goggles on and his hair sticking straight up.
He prepared himself for battle, but was stunned to see his daughter standing in front of the mirror, tears in her eyes as she attempts to reach around and touch her soulmarks. His hair immediately flattens as he takes off his goggles and gives Hayami a dull look.
"What on earth are you doing?" He questions her, coming up behind her and rolling down her shirt.
"Daddy what is on my back?" She asks innocently with worry in her eyes.
Aizawa gave a low sigh, he knew he would have to have this talk with her sooner or later. He just hoped it had been later. He motions her to follow him and they go into her room, sitting on her bed.
"Remember what I told you about your quirk? How you were born with it?"
The little girl nods.
"Well along with quirks, these symbols began to appear on some people's bodies. It took almost a hundred years for people to realize what they meant," Aizawa pauses.
"What do they mean daddy?"
"It means someone in the world is your soulmate. This person is to love you unconditionally and can never harm or hurt you. They are to be your best friend and support you no matter how hard it can zbe," he tries to explain, but when talking to a six-year old, it can be difficult.
Hayami's eyes grew wide. "Do you marry them?"
Clearing his throat, Eraserhead tried to find the words. "Most do yes, but sometimes people never find their soulmates. Sometimes they marry other people and live their whole lives without knowing."
She gasps and covers her mouth. "Oh no! What if I don't find mine!" Tears began to swell in her eyes once more.
He wipes the back of his neck, his body becoming flustered as he was put in a difficult spot. "Well dear, you are a special case. You actually have three. I'm sure one is bound to find you."
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But you don't have to worry about that now! You are much too young to concern yourself about soulmates," Aizawa continues, giving his daughter a reassuring smile. Patting her on the shoulder, the Pro Hero motions for her to come. "Let us go find something to eat...I'm sure you must be hungry…"
"I hope whoever my soulmates are, they get along," the young girl says quietly, looking down at her hands.
Aizawa was left speechless, His daughter was too smart. Closing his dry, tired eyes, he let out a low breath. "Yeah, me too kid."
Three soulmates. Three people in this world was suppose to share my heart. It was very uncommon, and I'm sure that this will cause future conflicts.
I could only hope that whoever my soulmates were, they didn't mind sharing.
I am now fifteen years old and about to start my first year of high school. My whole life my father had kept me out of public education in fear of someone discovering my quirk. After countless times of begging, I was finally able to convince him to let me attend U.A. Since he was a teacher there, and most teachers were Pro Heros, he agreed under the condition that I took private studies. I pouted for days because I wanted to interact with other students and battle and train with them.
"Your quirk is an advantage over the other students. Your skills does not revolve around battling, it revolves around technique, concentrations, and self control. You will study privately and assist me in my classes when needed. You can interact with the students during free period and lunch."
His words rang through my head.
Although I understood where my dad was coming from, he also didn't understand that I was a teenage girl, and a teenage girl needs a social life.
I picked up the neatly folded gym uniform and placed it in its case, putting it on the rolling dolly. My dad gave me the assignment of bringing his new homeroom class their gym clothes for the ability assessment. I gave a scoff, I felt more like a secretary than a student.
However, I was also allowed to come watch the assessment and help him erase quirks if things got too tense. He warned me about a really hot-headed student with a foul-mouthed and explosive quirk with an attitude to match.
Placing the last uniform on the dolly, I began to wheel it to the Class 1-A room. This whole first day of school had my body feeling warm and fuzzy. I just passed it off as nerves and continued my journey, however the closer I got to my dad's classroom, the warmer and more lightheaded I began to feel.
I shook it off and continued with my task. When I arrived, I knocked gently and the door open, revealing my dad.
"Ah, Hayami, thank you for joining us," he says with a small smile, letting me push the cart through.
My stomach twist with nervousness as I just realize that I was about to be in front of twenty strangers.
As soon as I crossed over the doorway, I was hit with the sudden burning sensation, making me hiss and let the cart go. My whole back felt like it was on fire, my soulmarks feeling like hot stones digging into my flesh.
My eyes snapped up to the class, my face flushed red as I look around at all the confused and surprised faces. But my eyes didn't focus on any of their faces, instead they immediately shot to three boys who stood up from their seats.
My eyes locked with the ash blond boy first, he was in the second row all the way to the right. His eyes glowed a ruby red and his hair was spiked up in all different directions. He was hunched over his desk, his hands laying flat and black smoke began to admit from them. His body was shaking and his teeth were bared like he was trying to control himself.
Behind him was a green haired boy who was also shaking, his body vibrating as he clenched his teeth and tears fell down his face.
Then finally in the very back middle row, a white and red haired boy stood with clenched fist and wide eyes. Out of the three he looked the most calm, but you could tell he was having an inner battle as well. The left side of his body began to form ice over it.
Then it dawned on me. These three boys were my soulmates.
"She," the green hair boy muttered out loud.
"Is," the white and red hair boy said coolly.
"MINE!" The blond boy growled loudly, sparks flying off his hands as he turns to glare at the other two.
The other students screamed as they scrambled to get out of the way. My body stood frozen, and it wasn't until I felt my body be pushed behind a tall figure did I snap back into reality.
"Hayami go!" My dad commanded, his eyes glowing red as his hair stood straight up. I didn't need to be told twice before turning on my heels and booking it out of there.
