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Heād been getting ready to get up and try to salvage his pride- maybe video chat with his parents and ask for advice on what to do with this whole soulmate thing. They had already sent him consoling texts that heād done really well and they hoped he was okay, and that had embarrassed him further. Everyone had seen that messā¦ what was he going to do? He was in the midst of forming a recovery plan for his pride when a knock on the door alerted him to a presence and heād turned to seeā¦ him.
Hizashi smiled, even though it hurt to do so, and gave a wave. With his glasses off, everything was its rightful hue and he got a chance to look over the other teen without the fear of an incoming boot to the face. The teenās taciturn words earned a laugh and another wince- shit he must look a sight. Bruising all over his face, hair mussed up, his sunglasses were broken revealing his red eyesā¦ romance movies and stories never told it like this. Meeting your soulmate was supposed to rock notā¦ hurt and be incredibly awkward.
āEh, I got distracted, I totally deserved it. Congrats by the way, I was listening in on the radio- but the announcer could have done a waaaaay better job commentating, I could hardly tell what was going on half the time! Total amateur.ā
He realized he was probably being too loud and obnoxious, and just fidgeted with his hands a bit. What could he say? Hi, Iām Yamada Hizashi and you made me see color before you beat me to a pulp? Yeah rightā¦.Fuck this was super embarrassing. There needed to be a manual for shit first soulmate meetings. He was going to write one if he didnāt die of awkwardness first.
He tried again.Ā āYou were really impressive out there. Half of your competition didnāt know what to do once you stopped their Quirks from working, thatās really something! People rely so much on their abilities taking them away does quite a number on them. Youāre gonna be an awesome hero one day with a Quirk like that.ā He offered completely and one hundred percent earnestly,Ā grimacing as his usual exuberant facial expressions just hurt to pull off. Ugh, this just wasnāt working. Just, try to mention it casually or something.
āIts cool that when your Quirkās working your irises go red. It matches my eyes, you know? Havenāt met a lot of people with red eyes, so itās kinda nice- ugh. This isnāt working. Sorry, Iām feeling really lame right now and everything still hurts but youāre my soulmate and I donāt know if Iām yours and Iām sorry that I didnāt give you my all when we were fighting but you were super distracting because youāre cool and tough and hot and I canāt believe Iām so lucky but this all ended up going south and now you probably think I hate you or you hate me and everything sucks.ā It was all coming out in a rush, Hizashi tossing his heart out on his sleeve.Ā
Oh but the guy could talk. He picked that up in a moment. But then given his quirk, and the bits of personality he had picked up on that did fit. It wasn't... wasn't awful. Aizawa rarely spoke conversationally and avoided small talk like it was a vicious disease. But Hizashi just seemed to have words roll out of his mouth and they somehow formed sentences. And that hair... he'd seen a few - what was it, Blondes. That was blonde, right. He'd passed a few on his way here but that hair was just so much more intense than the others. He was talking again, Aizawa just listened as he talked about the match, about him. He didn't need compliments or opinions on his quirk, if he did he'd have stayed and let the interviewers talk him up rather than escaping to the nurses station.
Red. Right, Red eyes that matched his own when he used his quirk. He didin't even notice the faint smile, that ever so slight tug at the corner of his mouth that passed as one of Aizawas allowed smiles. He moved close, sitting alongside the beat up young man who had very literally changed his entire world just by existing in the same place as him. And man, if this chatter somehow didn't managed to make his irritation go through the roof then it really had to be something exceptional at work.
"I don't think Iām really cool or tough or... hot. I'm just determined to make a difference. I'm determined to show what I can do and that means giving a good showing in these public events." He pointed out with a soft sigh. "You know, this probably isn't the sort of soulmate meeting they write books about. But... I don't think it's a bad one." He admitted calmly, even if he found he had to keep his gaze ahead to get that quiet admission out.
"...Plus I really like the color of your hair."
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