A/N: Hello! This fic was written as a gift during the Seasons of Anime. It is 100% completed and I will be releasing a chapter every week for 9 weeks! Go to my profile to see fan art 3 It took many months to weave this love story together but I am thrilled at how this turned out! Special shout outs to my betas Queen Nicki, Kim BBY, and my bounce board and good friend DoctorEmmitBrown. and Silv for the WONDERFUL fanart and continuous love and support! This is a gift for Heil. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did creating it.
Tags: Soulmates/Platonic Soulmates/Romantic Soulmates/Red String of Fate/Time Skips/Original Character(s)/Fluff/Growing Up Together/Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend/Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend/Uraraka Ochako deserves the world/Slow Build/Sassy Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot
August - Second term - Year three
"Course y'all would be here early."
Ochako Uraraka should have guessed that Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya would be on campus two weeks earlier than required, beating each other into oblivion on the Gamma gym floor. The thought of them being unsupervised is daunting, though she's not sure which she's worried over more: the potential of long term damages they were causing to their bodies or the non-stop arguing, bickering, and taunting they never seemed to outgrow.
Smiling softly, she eyes the duo flying across the mats toward each other.
They had grown over the last two years—mentally and physically. Class 3-A had already met for the first term, yet the boys had changed since they had left for summer break. Uraraka notices Midoriya had grown several inches, a full head above her now, his shoulders and chest evening out with his waist. His white t-shirt flutters around showing that he is still relatively lean in the shoulders compared to Bakugou, but makes up for it in his legs. Uraraka smiles as she thinks about how Iida will react to their similar leg power.
Bakugou, on the other hand, is hardly recognizable in his Third Year. Although he hadn't grown as much as Midoriya had in height, his consistent training regiment had started to show. His upper torso took precedence to help with his quirk, as his black tank pulled tight across his wide chest. His shoulders and arms were massive compared to when he was in his first year, and his lower half was fit. Uraraka often catches herself staring at Bakugou in class more than she would ever admit aloud. It didn't help that the girls in class often gossiped about his ass.
"Maybe cause I'm going to be number one and Deku just tags along." Uraraka thinks his attitude still had some room to grow, however.
"Whatever, Kacchan. I still won the race this morning." Midoriya waves him off, jogging over to Uraraka to greet her properly as Baugou yells about a false start and how he was a shitty broccoli head. Midoriya runs his hand through his hair, and she notices the new haircut. The top is still a mop, but the sides and back were shorter. His boyish freckles now highlighted his sharper cheekbones.
"Hey, Uraraka! Welcome back!" He grabs her elbow to pull her into a warm hug but she swats him off, giggling.
"Gross, Deku! Keep yer sweat! How long have y'all been back?" She drops her duffle bag as he grabs his signature red water bottle. They must have been at the gym for several hours, based on the sweat lines on his shirt.
"We got in last night. All Might said we could come back early if we kept the dorms clean, which hasn't been a problem since Kacchan still goes to bed at eight o'clock." Midoriya smirks at Uraraka and she has to smother another giggle. The boys had grown closer, more open with their opinions of each other. Although Bakugou would still go into Bakurage and Midoriya would still mutter and ramble, it was usually the way they would banter back and forth. "What about you? What are you doing back so early?"
"Mama and Daddy won a big ole job here in town, so's I went and came on back. Aizawa told me to not break anything," she juts her hips out with a sly smirk creeping to her face, "but don't think he knew y'all were back."
"Oi, quit fucking slacking! Let's go!" Bakugou barks, patience running out for this lame greeting. Midoriya glances back at Bakugou leaning on the edge of the railing of the ring. "Cheeks, you can take notes."
Uraraka narrows her eyes, stepping around Midoriya. Bakugou recently had started calling her out more during their training. She wonders if it's because she is one of the few who doesn't back down from his Bakurage? He just ignites this fierce streak in her—plus it's pretty fun to go toe to toe with him.
"Notes on how to lose to Deku?" she taunts.
Midoriya's laugh pulls a smirk back to her face while Bakugou's frown deepens.
"You wanna go, Cheeks?! And what the fuck is up with your voice?"
"Sure, Kacchan." She chooses to ignore the jab at her accent as she enters the ring, unzipping her gym jacket. The transition back to polite conversation always takes a few days after a long break at home. She drops her jacket on the edges of the ropes and she toys with the edge of her black tank. Although she and Bakugou are currently matched, she wondered if he would play dirty and pull on her shirt.
Bakugou snaps his fingers and he knows her well enough to answer her unasked questions. He grunts, "No quirks, no shoes. Hurry the hell up." She rolls her eyes as she removes her socks and sneakers. He's already stretching out his hamstrings.
Never let it be said she wasted an opportunity to tease Bakugou Katsuki.
"Sore already? Oh, boohoo." She shouldn't be fueling his fire, but seeing the flash of anger and excitement behind his eyes is worth it. It thrills her. Is this what he feels when he riles her up?
"I'm about to wreck you, Floaty. Don't go crying to 'ya folks'."
She smirks, not falling for his taunts. "Bring it on, Blasty. I'll have ya flying through the sky before ya can blink."
Midoriya finally arrives at the base of the ring but stays out of bounds. If Uraraka wants to take Kacchan on, he will be the referee. "Now, wait, you guys. This is just a friendly spar session. We don't even know if Recovery Girl is here yet."
Bakugou looks at Midoriya from his peripheral vision, unamused and unsurprised. "Of course you're punking out, Deku. At least Floaty here has balls."
Rustling sounds from behind them and a voice says, "Young Bakugou, you should use kinder words when a lady is present."
Bakugou stands at full attention, cursing at the ceiling. He just wanted to throw her around.
"All Might!" Midoriya exclaims.
Uraraka and Midoriya beam, looking over at their heroics teacher entering the gym in workout clothes. Seems to be a good day to work out in Gym Gamma.
"Ha! What lady? I just see a bitch trying to get her ass handed to her." Uraraka is flying toward Bakugou before Midoriya can stop her. Her hands smashed his face up as he fell over, pushing at her shoulders and cheeks. They continue to tumble around as Midoriya turns back to All Might.
"I wondered if I would find you two here. Miss Uraraka participating in your training will help all of you." All Might pauses to see Uraraka wiggle out from underneath Bakugou, moving to put him into a Nelson hold. Bakugou merely grabs her hands and flips her back on the mat. "Speaking of, Recovery Girl is here along with a guest on campus. Her sister, Pro-Hero Soul Knitter, will be speaking at a conference this week in town."
Midoriya brightens at the mention of a Pro Hero. "Soul Knitter? I haven't heard about them! What can you tell me?" Midoriya pulls out his phone to open his notes. After Kacchan scorched another notebook, accidentally this time, Midoriya had moved to online notes on heroes. It's handy as he can just send documents of his research to his classmates.
Uraraka and Bakugou ignore their words, too busy wrestling.
"Aha! Fuck! Stay down!"
"Make me! God, why are you so heavy?!"
All Might and Midoriya shake their heads. These two had definitely opened up to one another over the last year, continuously bickering and teasing one another. All Might heads back toward the door but calls over his shoulder.
"She is feistier than Recovery Girl and will probably enjoy meeting all of you. As for her quirk, that's for her to explain." The teacher turned to his students fighting in the ring. "Miss Uraraka, aim for his Adam's apple. It's quite sensitive."
"Aha!"
"Fucking... OH, WHAT THE HELL, ALL MIGHT?!"
All Might laughs, leaving the trio to continue their practice. Uraraka and Bakugou separate for a moment, out of breath and hair out of place. Their shirts hang off in strange ways as Midoriya enters the ring, grabbing his chin in thought.
"Kacchan, have you heard of the Soul Knitter hero? Or you, Uraraka?"
"No, Deku, I haven't," Uraraka comments, watching Bakugou lower his stance as his fingers twitch. She slides her right foot out to open her stance waiting for an attack.
"Well, Recovery Girl's quirk is so powerful she has to stay hidden here at U.A. because she was targeted many times in her youth. If we haven't heard of her sister, we can only assume that her quirk was less impressive?" Midoriya continues to stand in the middle of the ring, forgetting their sparring match is still taking place.
Bakugou's eyes flick to hers before going back to Midoriya's. Is he in full nerd mode? Or is it a trick? Midoriya begins to pace, pulling Bakugou's eyes to him as he moves.
"No, that's not right. Maybe it can't be used as universally as Recovery Girl's? Soul Knitter... Does she knit souls that have passed or are passing? Does she weave souls together?'' he's muttering, lost in his rambling, "Maybe she pulls on the energies like auras? Oh man, is it an emitter type quirk? Or a transformation quirk? What do we know about quirks in families? Recovery girl is a physical touch emitter quirk..."
Bakugou glances at Uraraka but tenses when she is no longer in her corner. Shit! He feels her foot connect with his temple with an impressive slam. The blow knocks him off his feet.
Midoriya continues unaware of the chaos around him. "She has to kiss you for it to activate and her lips must stay in skin to skin contact for the duration."
Bakugou releases an explosion to stop himself from falling completely over but Midoriya walks right into his hand. Shit!
"Deku! Fuck!"
Bakugou's voice pulls him out of his state. "How are you gu-WAHH!" Midoriya jumps quickly, falling back onto the ring as the explosion misses his face. His hair and his ear are not that fortunate though, the explosion clipping his head.
"Deku!" Uraraka releases her quirk, quickly running to check on Midoriya when she trips over her own foot. Her head collides into Bakugou's as he rises back onto his feet. Midoriya winces at the sound of the skulls making contact. Good thing Recovery Girl is on campus.
"FUCKING HELL URARAKA!"
She whimpers in pain and both of them fall into a fetal position, cradling their foreheads. Midoriya grimaces in sympathetic pain before he notices a shiny spot on the mat. Blood.
"Oh my god, Kacchan! You're bleeding!"
"Yeah, because Cheeks broke the fucking rule. No quirks!"
"You were about to attack Deku!"
"NO, I WASN'T." Bakugou grimaces at the sound of the yelling. Fuck, he probably had a concussion, and noticing Uraraka turn slightly green, so did she. "Ugh, we need to go to Recovery Girl. Deku, help her. I don't want her puking near me."
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"Why is it always you two?"
Bakugou stomps into the infirmary holding onto the cut above his eye while Midoriya assists Uraraka through the door and onto the bed.
"And now you've even dragged poor Uraraka into your nonsense!" Recovery Girl crosses her short arms over her chest.
"HAH?!" Bakugou growls, whipping his face up to hers from his seat in the chair near the Uraraka's bed. "It was her fault!" The cut above his eye was still bleeding and would have to be fixed first.
"What! No, it wasn't!'' Uraraka is quick to reply, bolting upright from the bed and turning accusatory eyes on him. "If you hadn't been picking on Deku, you would've seen me coming in for the kick!"
Bakugou growls. "Maybe if shitty Deku hadn't been muttering about God knows what in the middle of a sparring match, I—"
Midoriya begins pacing the room. "Kacchan, that's not fair! All Might just told us about Recovery Girl's sister visiting. How could you not assume that her quirk would be powerful?" He pauses, raising a hand to his chin. "The Soul Knitter. I've never even heard of her! Imeanwhatcouldsoulknitter'squirkbe—"
Bakugou turns towards Uraraka and Recovery Girl, who is looking for her bandages and suture kit. "Still think it's my fault?" he mumbles petulantly.
Uraraka groans, falling back down on the bed. Immediately, Bakugou tugs her ankle, making her sit back up. "No way, Round Face. We probably have concussions thanks to your big head."
She sticks her tongue out at him, and he returns the gesture.
A small chuckle from behind the curtain makes them jump. The curtain pulls back quickly, making Bakugou pop off a few threatening explosions and sending Uraraka stumbling off the bed. She wobbles into Midoriya, who fortunately catches her in a crouched position.
The woman chuckles again at the trio.
"Oh! Chiyo, who are these banged up little ones?" The newcomer flashes her teeth. She can't hide the hint of mischief in her eyes. The students just stare at the elder woman for a moment without moving. She is clearly not a villain, otherwise, Recovery Girl would have jumped into action already. But who is she?
The woman looks strikingly similar to Recovery Girl, except for the hints of red in her hair, and the deep blue eyes. Bakugou feels the hair on his neck stand up as Recovery Girl sighs heavily. Something he wasn't going to like was about to happen.
"Ah. These two—" she lightly smacks the boys on the back of their heads with her rolls of bandages, "are my most frequent visitors. This is Katsuki Bakugou, explosion quirk, and Izuku Midoriya, superpower."
Midoriya bows hurriedly as Bakugou bows slowly sending a glare to Recovery Girl, which she returns, daring him to say something. He bites his tongue not wanting to suffer from a concussion for the rest of the day. He grabs the bandages from her to slow the bleeding.
"This one is also a frequent flyer but her injuries are usually self-inflicted. Uraraka Ochako, anti-gravity quirk."
Uraraka's neck flushes as she wipes her hands on her shorts, moving to a bow. "Hello Ma'am, pardon our intrusion."
"'Pardon our intrusion'? Really?" Bakugou pokes fun at her shifting dialect. Uraraka glares daggers at him moving back to the bed but he keeps his smirk in place.
"Nonsense, nonsense!" She waves Uraraka off. "You're doing what you're always doing while I'm here, trying to stay out of the way, as always. Chi-Chi, how do you manage not to die of boredom?"
Recovery Girl merely clicks her tongue as she pulls out ice packs for the two on the bed. The other woman winks, a glint in her eyes as her gesture pulls a burst of low laughter from the nerds.
"Now young ones, do you know who I am?"
Midoriya stands up excitedly. "You must be the Soul Knitter hero, Recovery Girl's sister!'' He's basically beaming at this point. "Could you tell me how your quirk functions? I've been trying to decipher it—''
"For the last 30 minutes," Uraraka and Bakugou groan in unison.
"Quiet, you two. Let the Cinnabon speak." She laughs at them. "What a fun group of people that fate has tied to each other!"
"Cinna-what?" Midoriya stutters. Bakugou's mouth twitches as Uraraka pats Midoriya's shoulder.
Soul Knitter opens the large patchwork bag that is hanging off the bed she is lounging in. She pulls out strings of various shades and thickness but all unmistakably on the spectrum of red.
The trio goes quiet, eyeing the strings as Recovery Girl finishes patching up Bakugou. Soul Knitter begins to wrap the strings between her fingers, interweaving and gradually adding to its length.
"My name is Masae, Chiyo's younger sister, and I am Soul Knitter. Are you three familiar with the red strings of fate?"
Chiyo kisses the top of Bakugou's head, handing him a lollipop. His brows smooth out, feeling the immediate relief.
"Of course!" Midoriya responds, holding his pinky in front of his face. "These strings tie all those who are fated to meet together. Your soulmate is connected to you by the string tied to your pinky. It's said… Well..." Bakugou eyes Midoriya warily. It wasn't like him to hesitate with knowledge. Although, looking back at the annoying woman, Bakugou assumes she didn't need a history lesson about her own quirk.
"That's where pinky promises come from. Promises of fate." Uraraka reaches out to intertwine her finger with Midoriya's. They both share a giggle as Bakugou rolls his eyes at the two.
How is it that he was always pulled into stupid situations with these two?
Chiyo releases Bakugou's head with a smack, petting the spikes down. He flinches away from her. Opening the sucker, he notices it's at least cherry flavored. Good.
"Right. But not everyone has a soulmate. And some people are gifted with multiple! Nothing is black and white when it comes to fate." Masae pauses to giggle at herself as she pulls a string taut. The pale red string she pulls looks almost pink against some of the deeper hues and soon there are several inches of her weaving. Chiyo tuts quietly as she turns to scold her younger sister before moving toward Uraraka.
"Now May, you know better—"
Her sister interrupts her with puppy eyes. "I am merely showing the young scholar my quirk, as he requested. I am at a school. Who would I be if I denied the youth an opportunity to learn? To choose their strings?" The trio shares a look. Was she not supposed to be using her quirk? Surely Recovery Girl wouldn't let anything bad happen, right?
Uraraka and Midoriya are intrigued while Bakugou tries his best to school his normal bored look onto his face, but he gets caught looking at the threads. Masae gives him a wink. His neck heats as he mutters a curse.
"My quirk grants me a few moments to look at those strings, and tell their story to you. Now you three are quite interesting as a trio. I will not give you any precise details... Life is an adventure after all! But if you are interested, I could share my quirk with you." She flicks her eyes toward them and they fall into a trance. Her blue eyes are vivid in anticipation.
Bakugou feels himself being pulled toward Uraraka and he grips the arms of the chair. Uraraka meets his gaze with confusion before Recovery Girl grabs her head and kisses it. Her eyes flutter closed but something tells Bakugou that she had felt the pull too.
None of them want to be the first to ask the implications of her power. Bakugou knows it harkens back to Sir Nighteye's—a quirk both powerful and deadly if used incorrectly.
Masae pulls out some white string that shimmers under the fluorescent lights and places it beside the woven object. Leaning forward, Midoriya reaches for the white thread. Bakugou kicks the bed, sending Midoriya jolting back away from the thread. The frown Soul Knitter gives him makes him smirk. Old hag.
"Soulmates are divided into two different groups: heart and mind. You have the common idea of a soulmate, someone that sings at the same frequency of your heart and soul. Compatibility in intimacy and romance are the cornerstones of these soulmates. The connections are shown with the red strings, which is where the folklore comes from. Of course, there are different levels of intimacy, and Fate colors them differently." Soul Knitter holds up the pattern she had been weaving. It's already several inches long and its various reds are jarring and yet, intricately seamless, with one deeply colored thread zigzagging across the design. She begins to add the white strings to the red pattern. "The truest form of compatibility with heart souls are so vibrant red, it looks almost purple." She taps the purple thread in the center of the pattern.
"On the opposite end, sometimes your soulmate resonates with your brain waves instead. Platonic soulmates are those who keep you together, grounded, and safe. A natural attraction but not necessarily physical. These are signified with a white thread and are much more common than the purple strings." She weaves an image of the character 'unmei'.
"Midoriya, right? Are you interested?" Masae turns Midoriya who pinches his chin. Bakugou hates that he knows exactly what the nerd is thinking. Has accepting One for All changed his fate? Would Masae know that?
"Do you activate your quirk by weaving?"
They all share a laugh. Chiyo moves to kiss his forehead, hitting him in the back of the head as he squirms to continue talking with Masae.
"Perceptive! Yes and no. I naturally see all normal strings tied right at the pinkies. But when I weave with permission, the image becomes more clear, since our strings lead us throughout our lives. Our strings, along with our soulmates' become interwoven with others. But that doesn't mean strings can't be changed." Masae sighs, looking at her sister. "Sometimes, Fate is a fickle mistress and changes her mind many times throughout someone's life. Which brings me back to you."
Her sapphire eyes are as clear as the sky on a bright summer day as her fingers begin to weave faster. The woven 'unmei' is being followed by 'Izuku'. She is now just weaving with one pale red thread and several white pieces. Pausing, she's tilting her head toward Midoriya, who was sucking on his lollipop.
"So, Midoriya, would you like to hear about how your added responsibilities changed your fate?" Bakugou and Midoriya both freeze, as Uraraka pulls her sucker from her mouth with a pop. How much did this Soul Knitter know? Did Recovery Girl mention something or was it truly in the strings? Would she tell Uraraka? Red eyes meet green in agreement that they would shut this down if she went any further.
Uraraka twirls the lollipop between her fingers, looking between the four in the room. "What is she talking about, Deku?" She nudges her friend, who flinches. Bakugou's eyes narrow at Soul Knitter's paused hands before glaring at Uraraka to drop it. Her brows furrow in confusion.
Masae hums. "Ah. It's your business, not mine, but I do need a verbal confirmation to continue."
Midoriya nods. "Yes, Soul Knitter. Tell me about my string."
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Chiyo breathes a sigh of relief as the crisis is averted. Of course, May would know of the power passed to Midoriya but poor Uraraka was still in the dark. She glances at the boys on either side of Uraraka and frowns. Were they going to keep her in the dark?
"You mean strings." Masae's fingers swiftly weave again as the trio is mesmerized again. Chiyo smiles at the calmness that has floated over the trio. No one could deny the lure of Masae's quirk once she started. Even after all this time, Chiyo struggles to keep from falling into the pull of the weaving fingers.
"Izuku Midoriya, you have more pure white strings than I have ever seen in all my life. And many of them are interwoven, which means they are all stronger together. You will always be supported. Respected. Loved. You will never feel loneliness and everyone you connect with will feel comforted by you."
Bakugou flicks his gaze over to Uraraka and Midoriya's interwoven fingers. Chiyo can see Bakugou deciphering Masae's words as the air begins to shift. Be careful May, she thinks. They are more perceptive than you think.
"But all of this comes with a price." Soul Knitter's expression turns somber as her fingers begin weaving the word 'loss'. "Your red string was cut close to your pinky." She snaps off a piece of bright red string and passes it to him. "When you accepted this path of hero work, the path to the other was closed." Midoriya holds the short string in his fingers as if it held the soul of another. "You will know love, Izuku Midoriya, and your options will be limitless. But your soul will never truly know eternal peace on Earth."
She ties off the current woven section, holding it up to admire the square prophecy. The words 'unmei', 'Izuku', 'many', 'loss' woven with a pale pink stand out against the shimmering white. Masae slips it inside her bag, arching her brow toward Midoriya's bent ones.
"Will my... Did they… did I...?" The rest is unspoken, but hangs heavily in the air: has he ruined his soulmate's life by choosing to be a hero?
"There, now. Their string has already been re-tied and they will find peace if they choose that path. To be so upset about something you had no control over... You truly are a Cinnabon."
He sighs in relief and Uraraka squeezes his hands. They both have tears in their eyes. Masae begins to weave the next fate reading, looking over to Bakugou, who has gone quiet. Chiyo notices that Masae is only weaving with brilliant red and a very dark purple.
"And you, young Katsuki. What are your thoughts?"
"I think you want to tell us our fates because you need to finish a quilt." Bakugou glares at her bag, refusing to look at her weaving hands.
Unmei is already part-way completed when she halts. It is easy to see the longing in his eyes. Of a future full of happiness and love. But his body language is screaming against it: hands folded over his chest, legs crossed, and his head is as tucked into his shirt as much as possible. This precious boy. So full of anger. Yet…
"I do keep the stories I weave. I go home, write your prophecy, and put them in a book. For when I'm gone, it will be used for the next Soul Knitter that appears. We get more accurate with the more research we have to learn from.''
Bakugou only grunts.
"What are you afraid of? Not finding what your parents have? I see yours, you know," she begins to weave lines and lines of deep red and purple strings, "So vibrant and strong. A true lover who will never fail an-"
"Oi. Knock that shi—stuff off," Bakugou growls. Chiyo frowns but understands. Bakugou is trying to stop the quirk from being engaged. "I plan and control my destiny, and my destiny is to become the number one hero, surpassing everyone else. That's it. Nothing besides that matters."
"Oh.'' Masae's mouth twists. She needed verbal confirmation. "So you don't want to know your fate in love?"
"I already told you, I know my fate because I make my own! Whoever I decide, if I ever decide, will be because I chose them. Not because some ex-pro hero decided she needed another square in her quilt."
Masae clicks her tongue but still ties off the incomplete woven item. She barely finished 'unmei' and 'Katsu' but it's enough for her to see his thread that would never break, no matter the strain. Now, all eyes move to the last one of the trio. Her pink cheeks are getting rosier as the anticipation grows like static in the air.
Chiyo clicks her pen closed as Masae turns to her. "May, wrap this up. They are students here for training. Not to waste time with you."
Masae seems to ignore her and begins to weave but the colors are different from the previous two. A shimmering white thread is woven into the brighter purple thread. There is not one color overtaking the other but both being used equally.
"Miss Uraraka, what about you, pretty girl? Surely you'd let this former pro hero finish her quirk?"
"Yes!" Uraraka's entire face lit up with her nervousness bubbling out in the form of giggles. Masae cannot help but laugh along with the girl.
Bakugou groans, dropping his head in his hands. "Oh, for fuck's sake."
"Kacchan, be nice!" Midoriya scolds the blonde who sends a waving middle finger back.
"Actually, Miss Uraraka, yours is the one I wanted to weave the most. To be so young and already in love with both of your soulmates is truly a blessing from Fate herself." Chiyo turns her eyes to the ceiling knowing the flurry of activity that Masae had just set off.
A mere moment of silence as the trio took in the words before—
"HAH?!"
"Both? Tw—Two?"
"Already in love!?"
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Uraraka begins to float up toward the ceiling in shock. Love? Already in love? She would know if she was in love, wouldn't she? She glances down at Midoriya, who had slid off the bed onto the floor, muttering all the possibilities of being 'in love' and something about various levels of love.
Bakugou sits, eyebrows furrowed for a moment. He pinches his nose before standing to try and grab Uraraka before she gets stuck on the ceiling for the next few hours.
Of course, Soul Knitter hasn't stopped weaving and the words are making Uraraka's heart flutter. 'Unmei', 'Ochako', 'strong', and 'true' are being woven intricately throughout the patterns.
Once the trio is resituated with Uraraka sitting at the end of the bed, Bakugou to her left in the chair and Midoriya to her right, the room falls silent once more.
The stark contrasts of the purple to white brought the trio back to a hypnotic state as Masae begins to speak in a soft tone.
"Your brain wave screams for the platonicity of your soulmate. I've never seen a white thread so pure and reinforced! They will never leave you or betray you. There will never be a misunderstanding. There will never be a moment when you cannot reach them."
A soft smile reaches Uraraka's face as she soaks in the words. To never be alone in life? What a gift.
"Your mind partner will always be where you need them. They will weather every storm you will face with you. To ground you. To defend you. That is their true duty." Masae chuckles, winking at Uraraka. "However, they pale in comparison to your heartsoul. This purple," she pauses to toy with the wine-colored string, "is nowhere near to the color I see on your pinky. I have only woven nine purple strings before you and this is just a magnificent shade. Purple is the ultimate gift from the Fates."
Uraraka gasps, still a bit shocked.
"Your soulmate is attentive, caring, and supportive. They will be your inspiration and have all the confidence in you. They will bring you all the happiness you will ever need to the point it exudes from your very soul. And it will never fade. Ever. You will hear of your friends and families talk about how love becomes mundane, comfortable, and fading. But you," Her eyes look from the woven pattern in her hands to the honey-brown eyes who shone with guarded anticipation. "Will never understand because every day will feel like the first. It's truly a gift. Cherish it once you realize who it is. For it will only come once a generation. Your heart soul is a star-maker, pretty girl."
"A star maker?" Uraraka squeaks out.
Bakugou huffs out his disagreement. "That's ridiculous. You don't know if it's literally a star maker or some stupid thing like an electrician at a planetarium." He grunts.
"You're just jealous I have two soulmates and you only have one!" Uraraka's cheeks puffs.
"HAH!? DO YOU WANNA GO, CHEEKS?"
Midoriya stares at the woven piece as the two begin to go at it again. Soul Knitter quickly finishes the word star and a character he couldn't quite catch. Hurriedly, she stands and stretches as Recovery Girl opens the door for the trio to leave.
Bakugou and Uraraka are still bickering, walking down the hallway, and don't notice Soul Knitter grab Midoriya's elbow.
"They will make galaxies together. Be her center, and guide him forward."
Before he can turn, she taps his rear and turns back inside the infirmary shutting the door.
Midoriya just smiles, running to catch up with his two closest friends.
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