AN:

So in the authors note yesterday I said Day 5 would be my best one-shot of the lot. I scrapped Day 4's original idea and replaced it with this one. Basically, out of everything I've written not only for this challenge, but out of eveything, I think this is my best work. I'm really proud of this one. Short, but very good. I'll be shocked if this doesn't perform the best out of them all so far.

From here on, this challenge will pretty much kill me I think. I don't have any real idea or inspiration for the last three. I'm not sure whether I'll be able to do it, but I'll try my hardest.

EDIT: 09/08/2020

This was apart of my 'Seven Day Challenge' collection. Now that the challenge is finished, I decided to move this one-shot here.

This ended up being my final one-shot, even though this was only day 4. I started this challenge on a weekend, and underestimated my ability to write these one-shots and finish my school work in the same day. I had begun to create day 5, but I had an ideas for the one-shot that would turn it into a fully-fledged story, which obviously doesn't fit into the criteria of a one-shot. I then began another one-shot, only to once again have plenty of ideas to turn it into a full story.

By the time I had put the second draft to the side, it was 11:30pm and I was exhausted from staying up late through the weekend to finish the previous challenge one-shots and from homework that day. So I gave up. Regardless, I was pretty proud of myself for finishing four, and this one was my favorite by far.

Kota Izumi contemplated exactly how the staff decided what colour clothes were. They must only employ those who had already found their soulmates. He only saw in shades of grey.

Wondering through the aisles of a clothing store, he finally decided on what he wanted. Grabbing a baggy, medium grey hoodie off the rack – the label read 'blue', though he had no comprehension of what blue even was - he wondered over to the counter to pay. He rifled through his wallet and tossed a few notes on the bench top before pulling the hoodie over his head and leaving the store.

He walked at a leisurely pace through the streets, basking in the warmth of the sun. He paused for a moment to stare at the light grey sky above. Who even named what they all saw as 'grey' in the first place. What must it have been like, suddenly seeing the world anew? It must have been bizarre.

He continued walking, heading towards the town square. Recently unemployed, he had all the time in the world on his hands, and there was supposed to be some sort of event on.

He hoped it wasn't just some seedy salesman putting on an expo for 'Colour Bombs' again. Some drug all the cool kids took that supposedly let them see colour.

Kota couldn't quite understand the appeal of colour anyway. It all seemed like nonsense. How can you miss something you've never had? Surely, it mustn't be that important, otherwise they wouldn't be stuck seeing the world in grey.

Even the whole notion of 'soulmates' made him laugh sometimes; the idea that you're somehow predestined before birth to be with another, that before birth your very soul would be tied to another. It all sounded the plot of a corny romance novel.

His parents weren't soulmates, and they had gotten along fine. They'd dealt with a world without colour. Most adults he knew had handled a world without colour. Most likely, so would he, and he was ok with that. Really. He didn't need to cling to the idea of fate to give him a reason to live.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice someone was in his path before it was too late. Colliding with the lady, they both crashed to the floor.

Heat flaring in his cheeks, he got to his knees before looking across to the lady on the floor beside him. She was clutching her right shoulder with a grimace on her face.

"Miss, are you alright? I am so sorry… no, here, let me help you up." He got to his feet and offered her a hand. With a pained but grateful smile, she accepted the help and Kota lifted her to her feet.

And for the first time in his life, he saw.

The grey melted away, revealing brilliance and life and beauty and… and colour.

It was all too much too fast. Kota stumbled back a bit and forced himself to take deep breaths. Re-opening his eyes, he looked up to the lady in front of him. He noticed that the colour of his hoodie and her dress matched. What had the label read, blue? Yeah, blue. His first colour he could put to name.

He greedily consumed all the sights around him, even things as mundane as the street lamps and road signs now capturing his attention with child-like awe. Turning back to the women, his heart leapt to his throat when he realised what this meant.

She was his soulmate, and she was gorgeous. She had her head cocked, staring at him in confused amusement, though he found himself unashamed. After all, it wasn't every day that your entire perspective on life completely implodes.

She wore a pale blue sundress that reached to her knees, before giving way to long, smooth pale legs. She had her hair down; long, flowing, shimmering silver locks that set his heart racing. Completing the look, she wore a floppy, straw, beach hat, with a hole cut out of one side to accommodate for the short, stubby horn on her head.

Kota had only met her, but he was already smitten. Now that he had found his soulmate, he suddenly understood the appeal of the entire notion of Soulmatism. To have one person on this Earth for you, who had the power to give you sight. One person to love and be loved by unconditionally.

He strode towards her and grabbed her hands, lacing his fingers with hers. "Do you see it? You see it too right?"

The amused expression on her face was gone, replaced with concern and apprehension. She pulled away from him and put to feet between them before she spoke.

"What do you mean? See what?"

As suddenly as it had appeared, all the colour drained away. Stunned, he collapsed to his knees, transfixed on the last bit of blue on her dress before it too finally faded away.

"Umm… I-I have to go." The lady, his soulmate, gave him one last concerned look before stepping past him and walking away.

Kota couldn't tell how long he remained on the floor. As it was, he could barely keep himself from losing it all together. Though it had faded it away, the ghost of colour remained. She had taught him what colour was, what it meant, what it gave a person… and she would never know.

Review Time:

ZeroKoinzell379 - 'Dude, finally. I've been waiting for someone to write a dekuxtsuyu story. I understand if she's not a fan favorite like mono an ururaka, but tsuyu is awesome. I wish there was more fanfics with tsuyu. But enough of my rambling. This was really cool. I liked how you set it up too. Sooooo, is this just a one-shot or do you plan on writing more of this story? I hope you do continue this, but if not, it's still really cool. Thank you'

Firstly, thank you for your kind words. I was pretty happy with this one-shot, so I'm glad to see someone thinks the same. And yeah, I've been waiting for someone to write MidoTsuyu as well, but got bored of waiting and decided to throw my hat in the ring. The only good MidoTsuyu ship fic I've been able to find that's still going is 'Cursed Blood' by Magnus9284.

As for continuing Confession; no, its a one-shot. Unless I turned it into a series of multiple ships confessing to each other, but I'm still busy writing other things now. Don't worry about this being the end of MidoTsuyu though, I've got more coming up.

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Guest - 'Nice. Always love Midotsuyu. Mina being his informant is SO in-character for her (now I'm curious how that conversation went) Also I love his moment of dawning realization... Tsuyu is right, he does overthink everything and we love him for it. Also like Epictetus' quote, and I like your challenge. It really seems like a good way to help power through doubt, perfectionism, and procrastination. Good luck!'

I'm glad you mentioned that you read the Epictetus quote. It's nice to know that some people do read the AN's. I know they aren't important if you're just looking to read a story, but I feel like it helps readers to get to know and understand me a little, which will be important if you continue to read my works.

Also, while the challenge is helping with the doubt and perfectionism, it isn't really helping with the procrastination. I've finished and uploaded my work 1:30 am or later the past three days. Today is the first day I've finished before 12 am. There must be some subconscious part of me that enjoys making everything difficult for myself.

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The Last Cowboy - 'Big Bro Izuku is always fun to see, and Eri is too cute to put into words, love stories like these that expand on their bond and relationship. Really good work.'

Like I said in the authors note for 'Affection', I actually found writing the Eri/Izuku brother-sister dynamic surprisingly fun. I will definitely write some more one-shots on them in the future. I've always wanted a little sister of my own, and I absolutely adore my little cousins. I think it's because I want a daughter of my own someday. Not only are most children cute and fun in general, but the idea of having this beautiful little girl to look after and nurture really makes my heart swell.

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Thank you all for reading, see you tomorrow.