so soulmate au where soul marks are like line art before your soulmates born, colored in once they're born and grayscale once they die
anyways soulmates being rare and drawn to each other, to the point it can border on obsession, even if they don't know that the other person is their soulmate
and if one of the soulmates dies the living one feels it
soulmates don't usually out live the other, being dead within the first 24 hrs in 60% of case, 30% of the remaining only living long enough to get revenge (if possible) before following their soulmate
the last 10% are never really the same some part of themselves ending up in the grave with their soulmate
and even if the soulmate comes back and their mark is re-colored it doesn't change that bc they still felt the break in the bond
(i'm sure we both know what ship i'm thinking of but i left it vague enough that you can use it for whatever if you want)
"Isn't he perfect?" the man stared at the picture he'd managed to grab. "He's so perfect..." A hand traced the image. "I knew that raid was a good idea, Kurogiri," Shigaraki Tomura stared with wild eyes at the other man.
"It was indeed Tomura," the mist villain nodded. He set down a drink in front of Tomura. "Have you gathered any more information?"
"Yeah, his name is Midoriya Izuku. He was Quirless once but got a Quirk somehow. Sensei said that it was a Quirk stolen from him that All Might had," Tomura scoffed. "My soulmate has it now, and it just proves I'm on the right path!" Tomura babbled, eyes glinting in madness. "My Soulmate weakened All Might." Tomura laughed, high-pitched. "This is my destiny."
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Izuku's arm was a garden. He'd always been so proud of his mark, smiling at it. The fact he had a soulmate mark meant a lot, even when he was Quirkless. Sure, some people accused him of faking it, but they easily proved it was real just by trying to rub it off.
Soulmates were obsessive. Posessive. Before Quirks, people believed them to be horrible. But after a pair of soulmates saved the world in the Quirk Wars, people changed their tunes. Soulmates were blessings; they just needed to work on the instincts brought up.
Izuku had been in therapy for years to curb his obsession and possessive traits. He'd looked forward to meeting his soulmate. He'd wanted it so badly.
But then... the USJ.
The knowing. The marks glowing.
His soulmate was a villain.
Izuku stared at the photo he'd been given by the principal. His eyes traced the blue hair, the red eye he could see. His fingers trailed along the photo.
What did the mist call him...
Shigaraki Tomura.
His soulmate.
Izuku felt himself falling in thought, staring at the photo. Therapy could only prevent so much.
(A hand wrapped around his neck, lips close to his ear. "Hell,o soulmate," a voice says. Being dragged off, not fighting it, mouth against his, blood under his nails...
Therapy really couldn't prevent it all.)
