I saw mintyfreshhoe's idea and knew I had to go for it like omg

This does NOT effect the story.

Happy pride month, everyone! No matter your sexuality, know that you're all amazing and deserve the world. Maybe you like one gender, maybe you like two. Maybe you like all, or maybe you like none. Either way, you are who you are, and you should definitely be proud of that. It's like four AM. I'm not an inspirational person. I love you all and you're amazing, though, so there's some tea.

This is not edited. I do not have the WILLPOWER to try and edit this thing. It gets shitty the further you go as my will to live (surprisingly, I still had some lying around) is slowly sucked out of me. Godspeed, brothers. Good luck.

Third person pov

Endeavor is a practical man. At least, that's how he views himself. Sure, he's a bit cynical, and fairly rude most of the time, but sometimes he can't help but be snappish. Being the Number One hero is hard. The realization of  what it meant to be a pillar for the people of not only Japan, but for the world, wasn't something he'd fully realized before. But now All Might had fallen, and the Flame Hero had no choice but to fill his shoes and make the best out of what was quite frankly a shitty situation.

He still patrolled. He was easily recognizable. People gave him a wide girth, and if they weren't doing that, then they were swarming him and showering him in praises. There wasn't a person he'd run into so far who didn't admire him, barring any family. He supposed what his family thought of him should mean something. If he could even really count Takashi as family, that is. The man had it out for him. Endeavor couldn't really blame the man, and that's why he was trying to change. 

Anger Management wasn't the easiest. For one thing, it pissed him off. He was above it! There was also his view on soulmates, which didn't really help seeing as all his children aside from Natsuo had one. Shoto's was the worst, because it was All Might's little prodigy that fate had matched him with. The bond couldn't possibly be all that strong, however. Shoto was powerful. He could defy it, if he wanted to. But no, instead he continued to refuse what he was born and raised to be. He was allowing himself to have a weakness, and Enji despised that.

He found himself patrolling down the street of one of the... poorer areas of Japan. Half for appearances, and half because of how high the crime rate was. Even with how sorry the place was, it was still bustling. People awed and at his flaming form. The act of having his quirk on constantly was definitely an act of power, and it worked most of the time. People viewed him as someone who could endure. He was admirable in that way. Unshakable. Someone they could lean on during the world's recovery from All Might's fall.

Still, that didn't make patrolling in areas like these at all enjoyable. He knew he was near a college campus, which meant lots of pictures, selfies, and chattering young folk who didn't know how to shut up or act with any maturity. The streets were disgusting and the alleys were even worse. Shady types lingered around and drugs were slipped from from person to person as hands brushed. Several people were publicly intoxicated, their alcohol badly disguised by paper bags.

It was, overall, a shit hole. That was just to put it simply. Endeavor had to constantly remind himself not to grimace at civilians. Doing so wouldn't look good, especially not with how many people kept blatantly stopping in the middle of whatever they were doing to take photos and videos of him. He supposed it was somewhat flattering, but mostly irritating if he was being honest with himself. Still, he'd learned how to mask his annoyance long, long ago.

He briskly turned the corner, only to slam into someone and send them sprawling to the ground. Sparks shot across Endeavor's body at the point of impact, stunning him momentarily as he wordlessly gaped at the short someone he'd just managed to knock over.

They were incredibly small compared to him, wearing a pair of sweatpants with patches over the knees to hide whatever holes had been worn in, and a large hoodie that flopped over their hands. Their deep blue hair was a curly mess: wild, springy, and spindly. Their shoes were just as ratty as the rest of their clothing, a dark azure that matched their short, bouncy locks. His mouth felt incredibly dry for no reason that he could discern as they slowly stood, the top of their head not even reaching his shoulders. Endeavor opened his mouth to apologize...

Only to snap it back shut again when they shot a quick glance up.

Though it had only been for a mere second, his eyes had locked with those of the short stranger. Their eyes were large, not at all sharp like his own. They were an oceanic color unlike any he'd ever seen before. They were not turquoise like his own, instead mimicking shades one might expect to see in the depths of a foggy lake, or in lazy waves several miles from shore. There was a hint of green that swirled around the pupil, getting lost in the aqua haze around it. Endeavor's lips parted in surprise, his usually terse shoulders falling slack and his fists un-clenching, all in an instant.

And then, just like that, it was over. They brushed past him, muttering about "burr" and "Hamilton". Maybe something about someone named "Mulligan", but Endeavor really couldn't be too sure. Their arm brushed against him as they rushed by, their backpack thumping against their back as they rushed by. Sparks shot through him against, sending a fresh daze of shock washing over his mind as he tried to process what just happened. His mind sputtered and froze briefly with surprised delay before it began to chant, growing more and more frantic the further and further away that small someone got.

Soulmate soulmate soulmate soulmate soulmatesoulmatesoulma-

Impossible. There was no way. Or was there? Apparently there was. Endeavor couldn't find it in himself to be mad. He wanted to be, but couldn't. Every time he did, he was brought back to the very short yet effective look he'd gotten at that individual's sparkling blue pools. Who were they? What was their name? What did they like to do? Were they an Endeavor fan? They'd been so tiny, Endeavor could just imagine scooping them up in his arms and never letting go. It was an undeniably warm feeling. One he wanted to hate, but couldn't help but grapple onto as he stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at the place the small someone had once laid like an idiot.

Soulmates. He'd always viewed them as a weakness, because that's what loved ones were. Caring was dangerous, but wasn't always... it wasn't always bad. He loved his kids, no matter what they or anyone else said. He cared about what happened to his sidekicks and the people he saved. He wasn't heartless, no matter how much he may act it at times. And soulmates, he'd surely thought, were pointless, and yet... there was nothing he wanted to do more in this entire world than find out who that small someone was and get to know them.

Was this how Touya and Takashi felt with one another? How Shoto felt every time he saw Midoriya Izuku, even if the green-haired menace was fairly insufferable? Were he to see someone grab the person just deemed his soulmate, would he too be filled with rage the same way Hawks was when Endeavor grappled Fuyumi's arm in a vice-like grip? Endeavor was sure he did not love whoever that mysterious stranger was. No, it was irrational. And never would he pursue a relationship with them, whoever they were. He had no interest in it.

Yes, soulmates weren't practical in the least. It was not befitting of a pro-hero to have such a soft spot, ever. And even so, that person hadn't even realized. When their eyes met, they didn't even flinch. They just went back to their murmurs, flurries of numbers as they evidently tried to count up to something. Tickets, maybe? For a film, possibly a play or concert, involving "Burr", "Hamilton," and "Mulligan." Whatever the significance of those three names were, he had no clue. 

"Endeavor, sir? Are you alright?" A voice crackled in his ear. It was rare that the operators ever spoke to him other than to inform him of a villain attack, so they must have realized he'd stopped moving. Normally, the interruption would irritate him, but this time he found himself a bit grateful for it. The feeling of being stunned into place faded, and he whipped around. It startled the few people who'd stopped to take pictures of him in his shock or just stare with mild concern. His eyes searched the sea of people, but he knew well and good that it was too late.

"I'm fine." Endeavor grumbled after a moment of staring. "I'm ending my patrol early. I have something to do."

He wasn't sure what possessed him to say literally any of that. It wasn't like him. In fact, he was the type to work extra, even if he wasn't paid for any of his additional time spent roaming the streets. His home was cold and felt fairly lifeless, which was probably his own fault. None of his kids were around anymore, Fuyumi having moved out, and Natsuo, Shoto, and even Touya all in dorms. Rei was no longer his wife, but he'd never make her come back here after all he put her through. He got his children, what he thought he wanted. Maybe he did, once. Now, he could feel his priorities shifting, and it was scaring him a bit. Just how fast they were changing.

"O-Oh! Okay, I'll let the main office know, sir." The nervous woman's voice warbled uneasily in his ear before cutting out, a small beep signalling the end of the call. Endeavor let out a huff of a sigh, pulling the piece out of his ear irritably. He was annoyed with himself for this. Had his entire world really been shaken by just a few seconds? By a single, chance encounter? No, no, he was just curious. It would be good to know who they were, what they were like. Just to be aware and such.

With a huff and the three names he'd heard before swirling around in his head, he marched off in the direction of his agency. He had some digging to do.

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Hoshi Kansai is a fairly simple guy. A college student roughing it, not the brightest crayon in the box, and completely quirkless to boot, but it wasn't all that bad. Sure, his parents had kicked him out for being an obnoxious idiot, but he really couldn't blame them for that. Left out on his own, it was either sink or swim. He wouldn't say he was making any broad strokes, but he was at least afloat. Sort of. That was his own fault, though.

College is expensive, and apartments even more so. His little one-roomed place was a ramen-box of a home, the dry wall cracked, the flooring in shambles, and the windows rickety enough that tapping them could cause the frames to fall out. The faucets all sputter when you first turn them on, as though struggling to choke out any liquid whatsoever. The hot water took ages to warm, meaning you either had to take a cold shower or drive up your bill for comfort. Hoshi would heat water up on the stove to fill the tub, but the thing's built-in plug was broken, and he wasn't invested enough to go spend a few bucks on a rubber one from the corner store.

Theater students either go places or they don't. Hoshi is personally thinking he's destined for the latter-- the smartest though he'd ever had by far, he was sure. Still, he was enjoying himself. His grades were good enough, even with his shoddy understanding of physics. He was managing. He didn't really have friends (none that weren't high, anyway) so he didn't get out much. He lived in an endless, brainless cycle consisting of class, homework, food, possibly getting stoned if he was really feeling it, screaming musicals at the top of his lungs regardless of how much his neighbors angrily screamed back, and sleeping. 

He loved Broadway musicals. Knowing English wasn't exactly rare, but he'd known it since he was a kid, which meant he was a lot more fluent than most who hadn't really begun to study until high school, maybe late middle school at the earliest. Either way, he knew more than enough to have a love for America's version of Broadway. Japan had their won, but it wasn't the same. There was a certain charm it lacked that could only be found in certain bootlegs he'd managed to hunt down online.

Every once in a while, a popular musical would make an international tour. They'd hit other countries just briefly before hopping on to the next. Japan wasn't often one they'd go to, as they tended to stray more towards the nations heavily populated by English-speakers. And yet here Hoshi was. Gaping at the fact that yes, he could get tickets to Hamilton. The original, American cast was coming here to Japan. To perform in one of Tokyo's massive event centers. The tickets went up for purchase in just a few minutes, and Hoshi knew they'd go fast. It was first come, first serve, with no option for pre-order available. The play was only four months away, with six back-to-back showings. Just looking at the prices made him want to cry. The amount of money they were asking was ungodly. 

But sure enough, come 6 PM, Hoshi refreshed the page. He was already registered with the site, his card information at the ready. In a mild panic his mouse flew across the screen and landed on an end seat on the right side of the theater. B-3, seat 128. It lit up green, and there was a ping. A confirmation that he wanted to purchase came up. The price was on the higher side, and Hoshi's mouth went dry. This was a shitty idea. A horrible one. He was sort of a moron, but even he could see with his last two remaining brain cells that this was a no go. He needed the money for-

"Yeet." He whispered, clicking the bright OKAY button.

The receipt for his purchase popped up as well as his electronic ticket, his name displayed proudly alongside his address. An actual copy of the ticket would be coming in the mail soon, it informed him as he gazed blankly at the screen in front of him. He just spent two-hundred bucks on a Hamilton ticket. He was going to see Hamilton live. If he didn't starve by then. He was going to see the very last showing of Hamilton in Tokyo. He'd just done that. 

Why had he done that? No, really, why? Again, he was a total idiot. Below average academically, even lower in literally everything else. He could kind of dance but that didn't require brainpower so long as you were in shape and had the ability to memorize. His singing was, eh, but again, no real brainpower there, just raw emotion and vocal chords. He knew he'd felt weird earlier. He'd run into a man better described as a wall that he felt like he may have recognized when he glanced up at him. His entire body had vibrated upon impact like some sort of gong that'd been hit, and meeting the guy's eyes had almost made him choke on his cough drop. He'd been in such a rush to get tickets he hadn't thought about it.

"Oh, shit." Hoshi shook his head abruptly, pushing the old laptop away from him and standing up. "I need some weed."

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It was four in the morning, and Endeavor wasn't sure why he was still in his office. 

He really didn't care all that much. He didn't know his soulmate and they hadn't seemed of much importance, and thus they probably weren't. But something in him was hooked on the idea of at least figuring out their name. Something deep inside craved to see those large blue eyes again. He was quickly growing to despise that gnawing in his chest. He knew jealousy. Ever since the rise of All Might, he'd felt it. This was different. This was longing. Even worse, it wasn't even longing for something he felt like he wanted. He didn't need a soulmate, so why was everything in him aching to find them?

In his research, he'd found out what Hamilton, Burr, and Mulligan all referred to. It all fit together once he realized where he'd been patrolling. The college nearby had a performing arts building closer to where he'd been standing, and the names all belonged to historical figures. Historical figures who also played roles in the popular Broadway Musical in America: Hamilton. He may have brushed it off if not for the theatrical building the small someone had no doubt come from. American history wasn't widely studied in Japan, and that building was blocks away anyway.

The idea of his destined soulmate liking musicals was a bit... odd to think about. Him having a soulmate in general was. He had essentially nothing to go off of. He assumed they were a student, but there was really no way to actually tell. They certainly fit the bill, with their thrift-store outfit and unruly hair. Endeavor hadn't really seen whether or not they had bags under their eyes, as he'd been a bit too caught up in the color. Not that it was his fault, of course. Soulmates were fickle and annoying.

Hamilton was coming to Tokyo, he noted. It explained why he'd also thought he'd heard something about tickets. It would be showing six nights in a row, all the showings being in the evening. The tickets near the front and on the second floor balcony were going fast, as it seemed there were more Broadway fans than Enji ever would have thought. The theater had two side doors that led to bathroom areas, but they were open only during the actual showing. Other than that, everyone entered through the large double doors stationed behind all the seats in the very center of the wall, and they all exited. 

This was both a good and a bad thing. Enji knew the seats by those doors were still available. Being as tall as he was, were he to attend, that would be most convenient place to sit. Not that he'd ever want to go see a Broadway musical, let alone an English one. It's not that he couldn't speak it-- he could-- it was just a volatile language. But if he really did want to find out who this soulmate of his was, the evidence that they'd be at this show was damning. What night, he had no idea, but he wanted to see for himself. See how strong this so called 'connection' really was. Then, maybe he'd prove to himself that this was all in his head.

Enji knew this wasn't a good idea. There was a huge chance he wouldn't see them. The crowd that would be there was going to be massive. Besides, did he really want to risk missing them in the beginning and having to sit through an entire musical? What if they came on the last night and he was forced to see the accursed thing six times? The thought alone made him scoff and buy six tickets, one for each day so he could- ah, fuck.

Enji sighed heavily, leaning back in his seat as the confirmation email informed him that his six tickets, all the same seat, would be coming in the mail. He stared at it with narrowed eyes for a hot minute, crossing his arms over his chest, uncrossing them, and then crossing them again. What was he doing, and why was he doing it? It was better no one knew he had a soulmate. If anyone had suspected it or seen anything, it would have spread like wildfire by now.

Grunting, he leaned forward and exited out the scene. He hesitated when he saw the two seats next to his were still open. His thoughts immediately drifted to his eldest son and his overly-cheery soulmate, who was just as insufferable as Izuku Midoriya if you asked him. Probably even more so. He was too peppy and bright, and too dangerous. But Endeavor was trying to mend the bridges he burned. He knew well and good that Touya and Takashi were into musicals. Well, not too well, but it had been mentioned enough times that it stuck. The fact that he even knew what Broadway was attested to that.

He clicked the two seats before he could second guess himself, buying two extra tickets a night for those six nights. His bank account wouldn't really suffer from the loss-- Endeavor was painfully rich-- but just knowing how much he was spending on something so pointless made him cringe at himself. Soulmates truly were weakening. Look at him, buying tickets to some musical. Despite the early hour, he took out his phone. He hesitated. He had Takashi's number, but he'd never texted it... whatever, he was Endeavor. He could do whatever the hell he felt like. He'd be formal. Civil. Yes, that would do.

Endeavor:
It's Endeavor. You and Touya both like Broadway, correct?

Takashi:
It's like, ass o'clock in the morning! How are you?

So cheerfully infuriating. Endeavor could just see that irritating smile, and it made him want to ground his teeth and punch something. Of course Touya would end up with a man. An irritating, meddling one at that. 

Takashi:
And we don't just love it. It is our lifeblood. We breathe it

Endeavor:
Hamilton is coming to Tokyo.

Takashi:
Touya and I know, but we're also poor. Get to the point before I cry.

Endeavor:
Would you and Touya want to see it six nights in a row? I will already be in attendance for security purposes.

Blunt, straight to the point, and highlighted with a total lie. There's no way in hell he'd ever mention something that wasn't going to work out anyway. He didn't even know if his soulmate was a man or woman! If it was the former, then, well, Endeavor had no idea what he'd do. Not that he had plans of getting with his soulmate anyway.

Takashi:
You're shitting me

Endeavor: 
The seats are in the back by the door. I have obtained three seats a night. 

Takashi:
You're serious??!?!??!

Endeavor: 
Yes.

Takashi:
OH MY GOD WE'RE HERE AND WE'RE QUEER. OF COURSE WE'LL GO

Endeavor grimaced at the caps, and statement. Annoying.

Takashi:
Touya's screaming woke up the entire hall oh my god we owe you literally nothing since you were a horrible parent but thank you anyway

Endeavor sighed and grimaced some more, but didn't deny it. He was a shitty dad. Still was in a lot of ways, but at least he was making an effort. A nagging part of him muttered that they should be more grateful for all he'd done for them, but he shoved that down along with the undeniable urge to get his hands on the registry to the theater arts building. It would raise questions he didn't have answers for. The world had him under a microscope. He had to be careful.

By the time the musical rolled around, Endeavor was sure he'd be over his so called 'soulmate' anyway. It was just fresh in his mind was all. The otherworldly attraction that was trying to draw him in. He wouldn't let it. Over time, it would fade out and things would go back to normal. Soulmates didn't matter. He certainly didn't need one, and it was better anyway if he just... didn't make contact. It could ruin his reputation, especially if they turned out to be male. This would all blow over before he knew it.

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It hadn't blown over, it hadn't faded away, and things were not back to normal.

Fuck! 

Four months was a very long time to wait, and Endeavor was antsy. He was sure it would go away. Back then, he'd been near positive. But no. No, it had gotten so, so much worse. He saw those blue eyes every time he went to bed at night, clueless, totally distracted, not even acknowledging him. The days passed by and he wanted them to see him. It was driving him absolutely nuts! Those aqua curls, which looks so, so soft now that he looked back on them. It was irritating. He went through the school's registry, but half the students didn't have photos to their names. 

Nobody knew at all what was ailing him. He'd never breathe a word of it to anyone, of course. That's just the way he was. That didn't mean it was driving him any less crazy. He hated this. He hated himself for feeling the way he did. Why did he want to find this one stranger so damn badly? They were a single person who should have been insignificant, so why were they the only thing on his mind? 

He wondered what their name was, what they liked to do, who their friends were, if they were single, if they were an Endeavor fan (this was a common thought he had), what their favorite food was, their favorite color, favorite song, sex position (he really had tried to curb these ones, but wet dreams weren't something he could control), what their voice sounded like, their laugh, if they were sassy, shy, rude, arrogant, what their quirk was, and literally anything else you could ever think of. The idea of them being some broke ass theater kid... wasn't bad. Not anymore.

"I'm so excited!" Takashi squealed, bouncing happily, he and Touya's conjoined hands swinging. Endeavor had fretted over what to wear. He knew he'd have to turn his flames off. The lights would get low, and his fire would be far too distracting. He didn't want to risk getting asked to leave. He couldn't risk it. The despondency he felt day after day was ridiculous. He'd searched for a way to get rid of it, even to break the bond, but there was nothing. Soulmates were untouchable. Something to be cherished. But... could he cherish them? Whoever they were?

"Still can't believe you got eighteen tickets, three a night." Touya shook his head, but he was smiling. "Pretty fucking crazy. Seats went fast."

"Tch." Endeavor scoffed, but didn't say anything further. He was too preoccupied anyway. Rather than donning his hero costume as he'd usually do, he was in more casual clothes. His frame and sheer size would make him recognizable enough as it was. Avoiding attention was his main goal, so here he was with a dull ball cap, button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, of course, and a simple pair of jeans. Normal enough. He'd never really cared how good he looked. Sure, he always dressed decent, but he'd never aimed to be attractive. 

At least, not until today. He felt so odd. Giddy. Of course he was dreading the possibility of having to sit through the same musical six times in a row. From what he'd read, the thing spanned two hours and forty-five minutes, not including intermission, which meant three hours out of quite possible almost everyday this next week would be dedicated to... well, this. And even then there was a huge chance he may not find them.

"You've never seen Hamilton, have you?" Takashi peered up at Endeavor curiously. He had this focused look on his face, and the lack of his hero costume implied that he wasn't just present for protection. Takashi wanted to say the guy was trying to reach out an olive branch for them. If so, musicals were definitely a sure way in. However, the fact that he'd gotten them all tickets for all six showings was... odd. Even Touya thought so.

"No." Endeavor answered shortly. Touya rolled his eyes.

"Well, prepare to be enlightened. It's the best thing you'll ever lay eyes on." Touya knew he was exaggerating just a bit, but he also like, wasn't at all. Endeavor just scoffed again and crossed his arms over his chest in the grumpiest way possible as they got in the impossibly long line leading to the event center. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously. Though his height drew attention to him, he was glad for it. The area was well lit, allowing him to search through the excited individuals present, hoping to see a head of dark-blue hair.

Touya and Takashi ended up singing with half the people in line, happily belting it out and throwing their hands in the air. He could only assume it was one of the songs that would be sung that night, which only made him dread the overall show more. Even worse, he had to awkwardly stand as a small gap of space formed around them as people surrounded them to watch both Takashi and Touya sing. He knew they had experience, and even he couldn't deny that they weren't the... worst he'd ever heard, but the amount of cameras out filming meant the public would be well aware that he was out seeing a Broadway Musical.

Still, his adrenaline was on the high. A sort of excitement he hadn't felt in a long time-- a burning anticipation-- filled his gut. He felt excited and ready. More spry than he'd felt in many years, now. A deep sense of challenge was flushing through his veins. He wanted to find this individual. This soulmate of his. Even if he had to sit through the same, grueling musical six times in a row. He was sure it would be worth it. Though, he did regret inviting both Takashi and Touya to come all six times. Not a wise decision on his part, but it was far too late to go back now.

"Endeavor, you like musicals?!" A voice exclaimed, flabbergasted. He looked in hopes of seeing his small someone, but it was just a blonde woman with brown eyes that weren't stunning in the slightest. He glowered down at her, though she didn't seem to notice his hostility as she openly gawked at him. Her friends were all pulling out their phones to take photos, or maybe they were aiming to video tape Takashi. Endeavor would never say it out loud, but hearing him rap so fast was mildly impressive.

If the woman noticed she hadn't gotten an answer, she didn't say anything. Instead she squealed and took out her phone to snap a picture of him. Endeavor ignored it as he usually did, eyes beginning to shift along the line once again. It was moving forward somewhat steadily now that they were actually letting people in. Everyone seemed to have arrived early. All of them held the same sort of excitement and awe within them, and he wondered if his someone would have the same sort of air around them. A part of him hoped they didn't, but to see those blue eyes shine with wonder would be quite the sight.

"By night six, you'll be singing these with us, you know." Touya grinned up at him. Endeavor's lips quirked up at the sight. With all that had happened, Touya was still his son. Endeavor still loved him, no matter how wrong he'd done by the poor boy. Or he supposed Touya was now a young man... either way, even if he didn't find his soulmate... he supposed seeing Touya and Takashi both so overjoyed was nice too.

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Fuck Takashi and Touya's smiles. They could cry for all he cared.

Night four, and he was sure he'd begun to memorize some of the songs at this point. His son and son's soulmate were both just as excited as they'd been the last three times. As the play came to a close, they were still vibrating with quiet excitement. They didn't seem to care how brain-dead Endeavor was slowly becoming as he waited for his misery to end. How did they listen to this stuff? How did they sit and listen to it time and time again, and actually enjoy it?

He was getting antsier and antsier. Had he already missed his soulmate? There was a chance they hadn't gotten tickets in time. Now that would really be something, wouldn't it. Seeing this damned thing six times only not to find them. Then he'd have to stalk the theater campus, and that sounded more hellish than this currently was. He could see it now. Him, getting the police called on him for being suspicious. Him, getting swarmed by immature young adults wanting selfies, auto-graphs, photos, videos. Him, being forced to explain why he was lurking around such a learning institute. 

The performers finished their bowing, the deafening cheers drowning out anything they might've said. Endeavor resisted the urge to massage his temples and waited. A lot of people were already leaving, trickling out steadily as the lights in the room came back on slowly so people could take pictures of those still on stage. His eyes jumped from person to person, searching exactly for who he wanted to see.

Touya and Takashi were grinning from ear to ear, but both shared looks as Endeavor sunk lower in his seat, arms crossed over his chest and a deep-set frown on his face as people left. His eyes were focused entirely on the people leaving, almost as though he were looking for someone. Takashi leaned over to whisper a question of who it might be in his scarred soulmate's ear, but Touya only shrugged and shook his head. He had absolutely no idea. Endeavor didn't actually have friends, nor did he appear to like anyone. He was more of a lone-wolf type. He didn't seek out crowds unless it benefited him in some way, hence why him coming to the same Broadway musical six times in a row was odd.

"You want to get out of here?" Touya asked his father, raising his voice as much as was needed. Endeavor grunted and didn't look away from all the chattering people flooding out. This was what he'd done all the other times. He'd wait until the theater was literally empty. He'd just sit there and watch everyone go, and once he was sure every last person had exited, he'd stand up, crack his back, and sigh. Then he'd leave. They usually hit the burger place down the block up for some food, but Endeavor always refused to get up and go until everyone else was gone. He was either looking for someone or it had something to do with his pride.

"That was a-mazing." Takashi said when Endeavor offered no real answer. They all knew the pro wasn't moving. "I'm satisfied."

"The whole thing had me feeling helpless." Touya responded, leaning back and lacing his finger's with Touya's. Endeavor shot their intertwined hands a quick glance, frowning. Would his soulmate's hand even be able to do that with his? His hands were so large compared. Though, the small someone's had been covered with a hoodie. Not that Endeavor planned on holding hands with anyone. Ever. Why would he want to? 

"I'm surprised I managed to stay alive." Takashi huffed.

"I'm lucky I didn't burn." Touya fanned his face, blue flames licking his fingertips briefly. He got a sharp glare from his father for that little stunt, but it was well worth it for the puns. Endeavor rolled his eyes as the pair began to snicker. Children. He was surrounded by immature children. He wasn't going to pursue a relationship with his soulmate, but he hoped fate had placed him with someone at least somewhat competent. Unlike the blubbering buffoons sitting next to him.

"You took your shot." Takashi patted his arm.

"So did Lafayette." Touya whispered. Takashi swatted at him immediately, and Endeavor let out another heavy sigh. If this wasn't worth it in the end... Endeavor wasn't sure what he'd do.

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"Dude, just yeet me the beer." Hoshi gave an exasperated sigh. He raised his hands, somehow managing to catch the can despite how hammered he was. He blindly reached for the table, patting around until his hand found what he'd been looking for. Grumbling to himself tiredly, he poked a hole in the beverage and immediately brought it to his lips as the liquid begun to run down his arm. He didn't often shotgun beers, but it was something he was good at. Besides, it was time to celebrate! He was going to see Hamilton tomorrow, because he was the only one in his class actually dumb enough to spend money on tickets.

He'd barely been scraping by. His apartment was fucking freezing due to the fact that the electricity had been turned off. The water was still on, but he could only use the cold because there was no way in hot hell he was going to raise his bill. His landlord was on the verge of kicking him out as it was. It was all good, though. He didn't really have friends, but he went to parties and crashed at whatever location those were at. It allowed his apartment to sit unused, no water running, no gas, no nothing. It was sort of helping. Kind of. He was mostly in it for the free beer, even if it was shitty.

"Yo, how you think you did on that test, bro?" He had no idea who this guy was or what test he was talking about, but he shrugged anyway.

"Totally bombed that shit." Hoshi said. The other young man, high as a kite, nodded solemnly. "Someone turn on some fucking Heathers so I can tear up the dance floor."

"Dude, the Wii trap remix is playing next. You can't just skip that shit." Someone else Hoshi didn't know said, addressing him as though they were friends.

"Ugh, fine." Hoshi tossed the empty beer can over his shoulder. It bounced off the wall and whacked him in the back of the head, but it was fine. "Someone fucking... fucking... oh worm, is that a joint?"

"Want a hit, bro?"

"Broooo." Hoshi droned gratefully. He took a good drawl, his mind immediately feeling much more hazy. "Bro, islands are just like, reverse lakes, you know?"

"Broooo." 

When Dead Girl Walking finally came on, Hoshi had absolutely no problem break dancing. Drunk and dizzy, and maybe about to vomit, he barely processed the cheering as he managed to spin on his head despite not wearing any sort of hat. He knew his hair would be a fizzy mess after, but he didn't care. He was seeing Hamilton tomorrow and skipping class. He'd be far too wrecked for class in the morning anyway. Dancing while drunk wasn't a problem. Throwing down with a hangover? Wasn't happening. 

"Do a fucking flip, dude!" A girl hollered. He hopped to his feet and willingly obliged, the cheers rattling his brain. He didn't mind. He raised his hands and cheered right along with them. He knew he should probably hit the hay. Over the past few months, he'd felt sick to his stomach almost. But... not. It was like something was pulling at his insides. There were times when he'd feel sad and longing, which wasn't that new. He was worse than a depressed onion cutting itself. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was pregnant or some shit.

"Guys, I might be pregnant." He ended up saying. Several gasped.

"Bro, congratulations." Someone patted his back. He nodded back, blinking. If he was pregnant, there'd be some real tea to unearth as to how.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It's the final night!" Takashi squealed as they waited in line. Endeavor was antsier than usual, eyes flitting around the hyped up crowd. At one point, Touya had even frantically gestured to the man's toes, showing that he was indeed standing on them. It was extremely odd and mildly concerning. Was he looking for some sort of villain? Because it was pretty clear there was someone he was keeping an eye out for. Who it was or what their significance to an arrogant and rude man like Endeavor was, that remained to be seen.

"This has been so amazing." Touya rubbed his hands together. "Want to sing again?"

"Is that even a question?"

They begun, and Endeavor ignored them as per usual. He was actually incredibly nervous, believe it or not, maybe even a bit scared. He'd read more about soulmates, against his better judgement. It had come to his attention that they quite literally made you stronger. They were a weakness if a villain could get to them, but they provided emotional stability and refuge, and studies showed that your control over your quirk got far better the more frequently you were with your destined other half. Something about harmonizing-- he didn't know. Being with this person had the potential to make him more powerful, but more than that... he... he could actually be happy. Contented. He'd never felt contented before. 

A soulmate would not fix him, but he found himself yearning to know them nonetheless. If he'd met them only that once only to never see them again, their eyes would surely haunt him for the rest of his days. He truly had no idea how to feel about... about any of that. Just the thought of never knowing their name or even their gender made him sick to his stomach. The absolute nausea that overcame him made his head spin in the worst way.

He saw heads of blue hair, but they were all the wrong shade. His small someone was just that-- small. They were no doubt lost in the crowd, if they were here at all. His eyes darted around carefully in search of those deep aqua curls, hoping to see them just somewhere. His heart was beating more erratically than ever in his chest. The pressure was on. If he didn't find them tonight, he was totally fucked. Touya and Takashi were extremely suspicious by now. What would he do if he did see his soulmate? They'd definitely see. 

He almost didn't care.

The bouncers at the door as well as the one taking tickets both gave him incredulous looks, along with Touya and Takashi. They had, after all, been here for every single performance. To have the Number One Hero come see the same Broadway musical six times in a row was definitely something else. His PR team was pretty damned confused, but said he was reaching and gaining fans who were normally on the more 'nerdy' side of things, and not so into heroics. It was also getting a lot of attention on the musical itself, bringing many people to become fans. Endeavor wasn't sure that was a good thing.

Takashi and Touya didn't hesitate to sit down, but Endeavor stood with his arms crossed over his chest and his feet planted. His eyes scanned the filling rows, praying to see the head of hair belonging to his short someone. This was driving him nuts. His performance these last four months had hit a painful low, and that wasn't a good at all. His agency was freaking and the government had their eyes on him. He was still number one by a wide girth, but Hawks would creep up on him if he got the chance.

Endeavor did indeed have all the words memorized. The lyrics came to mind before they were sung, or rapped in some cases. It was irritating yet oddly satisfying at the same time. He wasn't really fond of the musical. He certainly wouldn't be listening to it anytime soon, probably not ever if he had anything to say about it. His breathing came out in warm puffs as he anxiously waited for the three hour play to come to a close. His foot silently tapped in a restless manner both Touya and Takashi took note of, but didn't mention aloud. He was glad.

People laughed, cried, and cheered throughout the musical, just as they had the other nights. Touya and Takashi did as well despite having seen this five entire times. He truly didn't know where they found the energy to be so into something. Endeavor supposed he was well into heroics, but that was a career. This was more of an... interest. A hobby, maybe, but not quite. Just how passionate they were about Broadway was astonishing. Almost admirable, but not quite. 

The ending came to a dramatic close. He watched, heart thudding in his ears as the cheers roared around him. Screaming, clapping, hooting as the curtains drew closed. Endeavor knew they'd only open again to reveal the whole cast, but they were still enough to make him release a shuddering breath. Touya and Takashi were on their feet like most everyone else, giving a standing ovation just as they had the last five nights before this one. His fingers tapped restlessly on the armrest of the chair he felt far too accustomed to, his eyes watching the few people who decided to leave.

Hoshi was in awe as he stood and clapped loudly, blue eyes shining. The bags under his eyes were deeper than the grand canyon, and he hadn't brushed his hair, meaning it was a wild, curled mess, but he didn't care in the slightest. He was glad for the end seat. It allowed him to see without having to worry about trying to look over anyone's heads. There were some pretty tall individuals in front of him, even with the way the room was slanted downwards to try and prevent anyone's view from getting blocked.

He was exhausted, but any grief he'd gone through from all the money he'd spent on those tickets washed away. His chest felt lighter than it had in months, and he wasn't even high. The thundering claps normally would have given him a headache or at least some major anxiety, but he couldn't find it in himself to care as the curtains re-opened to reveal those who'd so dutifully performed. Their passion as they bowed seemed to bleed into the crowd. He'd never smiled so wide before, feeling undeniable cheer as he bounced on his heels. He wasn't able to come with anyone else, but he was still over the moon.

People began to filter out, but he stayed and relished in it. He knew he'd probably never get a chance like this again. If he did, it wouldn't be for a long, long time. The test he'd missed today was the last thing on his mind-- sort of-- as he reveled in the event center. It was the diggity shit, and he was in absolute awe. His little theater-loving heart was crying tears of pure joy as people walked past him. He just stood there like an idiot, happily staring with wide, starry eyes at the stage, which was quickly emptying.

Endeavor could feel the tension in his chest getting tighter and tighter as the trickle of people lessened. The noose around his heart was choking him out, sending wave after wave of dread washing over him. His palms were sweaty, and his hands kept clenching and un-clenching. His teeth were pressed so tightly together his jaw was actually beginning to ache. Takashi and Touya were sharing concerned looks as he grew tenser and tenser, his eyes darting around the theater. He actually looked on the verge of a panic attack.

The more he thought about it, the more Endeavor was sure he was actually, literally dying. Not from any injury, but on the inside. The aching was worse than it had ever been over the last four months, as though it was all converging together to sock him in the guy with a horrifying amount of force. For some reason, Endeavor felt he could even cry. Of course he never would. He wasn't weak, but this feeling... it was so despondent, so cold, hopeless, so yearning for something he-

His eyes fell upon exactly who he was looking for, and his breath escaped him.

There, walking up the aisle, was the small someone. Though the lighting was dim, that was definitely them. Their eyes shone in the warm lights provided, their wild curly hair bouncing as they gazed wondrously around at their surroundings. They were smiling, showing off two dimples that were (probably) what you'd see if you looked up the word "perfect' in Endeavor's mental dictionary. They were incredibly short, just as he remembered, once again wearing a huge hoodie that covered their hands. Same ratty sneakers, though today they were in well-fitted jeans that made Endeavor's mouth feel awfully dry. He watched them stop and pull out their phone, shoving it out in front of them and sticking out their tongue jokingly as they took a selfie. A part of Endeavor died at that, but in a good way.

They jammed their cracked phone in their back pocket, continuing the trek to the door. Endeavor was sure his eyes were the size of dinner plates, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he all but fell out of his seat. Both Touya and Takashi looked at him with clear surprise, their chatter falling silent. After all, the room hadn't completely emptied. There were sparse groups of friends lingering and chatting with one another. Some people were typing away at their phones, still lounging in their seats.

The small someone came full stop as Enji scrambled in front of them, blocking their path, his chest heaving. They blinked up at him, their gorgeous aqua eyes glinting with something as they met his own turquoise ones. He watched their breath hitch, their shoulders hunching as Endeavor tried to catch his breath. Looking closer at the small someone, he was almost one-hundred percent sure they were male. The idea should have been repulsive, at least slightly. Maybe something inside of him should have shattered. Maybe he should have backed away and scoffed, realizing this was all for nothing. 

Instead, he grabbed the small someone by their shoulders. Sparks flew, twisting warmly up his arms and putting a stop to the aching. They blinked dumbly up at him as he heaved another breath, squeezing them a bit. They were so, so tiny. He almost couldn't believe it.

"I have been looking for you... everywhere." He hissed out, turquoise eyes narrowing down at the small someone. They were perfect in every way, and he'd never felt such relief before.

"Oh... oh, shit." Definitely a male. A perfect male. "You're the guy I ran into on the street, aren't you?"

"I am." Endeavor stressed. He watched with nagging anticipation as their eyes scanned him up and down. They ran over his face, and his body. His entire being tingled. Despite himself, he was happy. Overjoyed, even. He'd never felt such giddiness. The urge to smile was almost impossible to refuse. He could feel Touya and Takashi staring at him in a dumbfounded way, clearly having no idea what was going on. Endeavor truly gave no shits. He was too focused on the small someone to care.

"...Cool." The said after a moment. "You're hot."

Endeavor felt his chest swell irrationally, and help back a choking noise as they squinted at him. Their nose scrunched cutely, and he wished he could lift him up and never let go. This was impossible. Improbable! Him, with a cute, little, sort of dense soulmate. They leaned back, still craning to look up at him. He cocked his eyebrow in a way he secretly hoped was attractive, though they didn't react. He watched their head tilt, and once again wanted to scoop them up. So small. So harmless.

"Oh, shit. Oh, holy fucking shit." They took a step back, out of his grasp, their eyes wide. "Sorry. I was picturing your face on fire. You're Endeavor." 

"I am." Endeavor smirked. Satisfaction at the expression on the small someone's face welled in him. Their blue eyes were wide with awe and slight panic, their cheeks flushing and their mouth opening and closing in search of words. They so clearly had no idea what to do or how to react, their shoulders tense. They were twitching. Endeavor barely resisted the pull to grab them and hold them close. A few people walked past them, offering odd looks. Touya asked if they should stop whatever was happening, and Takashi just laughed and said it wasn't a fight. Touya seemed unsure.

Hoshi was panicking. No wonder he'd been feeling pregnant without the fucking baby! He'd run into his soulmate on the street and hadn't damn well noticed. Fuck, and it was the current Number One Hero. He'd always thought Endeavor was-- no pun intended-- hot shit. Tall, absolutely ripped, and a fiery red head. Again, no pun intended. He was the definition of power. He exuded authority and dominance. Everything about him shrieked 'I'm in charge'. In class, teachers had tried to get students to mimic his aura in the past to no avail. That was the problem. He was this strong, basically otherworldly being who the world had their eyes on. He was amazing, and Hoshi was... uh...

"I'm quirkless and a loser. Peace." He threw a peace sign up in a panic and moved to scoot past him so he could bolt. Endeavor smoothly slid in front of him before he could, and he broke out into a sweat. He was dead. This was the end. At least he didn't have to take that test. Wait, had he left his bread out? It had only been three hours, but it was probably stale. Shit, he'd have to get more. Or eat it stale. If he toasted it, maybe he wouldn't be able to tell. Wait, right, he wanted to make out with Endeavor but actually needed to run away. No wonder he'd felt a weird pulling lately! 

Quirkless? Okay, concerning. Definitely threw Endeavor through a loop. But it had been four months. Six showings of this accursed musical, Hamilton, which he yes, had mostly memorized. He'd been going nuts. He had spent ages denying it, refusing it, pretending he didn't care. And now here he was, and you know what? He didn't give a fuck anymore. He was done. So, so done. The shits he gave no longer existed. He was tired. He'd been wrong about soulmates, and he didn't care. So, he said something he never thought he'd say.

"I don't care."

Hoshi blinked at him owlishly before squinting again. Endeavor crossed his arms over his chest firmly as those alluring eyes examined him with clear suspicion. He couldn't blame the small man. After all, he was Endeavor. His quirk was devastatingly powerful. He was also known for being snobbish and stuck up. It was twisted, that his soulmate would end up small, an idiot, quirkless, and moreover, a male. It was like life was giving him a huge "fuck you". Or maybe it was just a wake up call. Either way, Endeavor was done fighting. He was ready to open his arms and accept it.

"Bro... are you sure?" Hoshi sputtered. Endeavor raised his brows with amusement at the way the small someone's eyebrows raised. Behind him, Touya and Takashi were watching with clear confusion. Even Takashi wasn't too sure what was happening. He had a sneaking suspicion, but really wasn't sure.

"Of course I'm sure." Endeavor didn't mean to snap, wincing when the short man flinched. His next phrase was said in a mutter. "I did watch Hamilton six nights in a row, after all."

Hoshi felt himself smile as light blossomed in his chest. Because like, holy shit, he had a soulmate? Nobody in his family had one, which meant it had come from Endeavor's side most likely. Still, he was sort of freaking out. A bit. A lot. He'd found his destined soulmate, and they were a hulking pro hero with abs of steel and biceps Hoshi could stare at for days. God, he was really gay now. That was fine. This was fine. 

"O-Oh, cool." Hoshi squeaked. Endeavor's lips pulled into a half-smile that made him look oddly soft.

"Very cool." He murmured, stepping closer. "I'm Enji Todoroki." 

"O-Oh, right, coolio, my dude." Hoshi blinked rapidly. God, he had anxiety. This wasn't looking good. What could he possibly offer this guy? His last brain cell? The second had died off the moment he realized he'd ran into his soulmate and then just walked off. "I'm Hoshi Kansai. Wanna hug?"

Endeavor was amused. His soulmate was a nervous, stuttering, quirkless mess. A loser, had he said? It was looking more and more accurate, and he was fine with it. He had a fire quirk, and yet he'd never felt so warm before. It had been a long time since he'd felt alive like this. Of course he was living, with a heartbeat and purpose, but that was all he had. He had that, and his kids. Now there was something to be passionate about. To love unshakably. Of course he held that kind of care for his kids despite how little he outwardly showed it, but this was different. He could feel this. This... This, he needed.

"Alright." Endeavor wasn't sure what to do, so he bent down and scooped them up like he wanted to. Sparks exploded, and Hoshi let out a small shriek, those mesmerizing eyes he wanted to look into forever wide with surprise and his face red. He looked so incredibly confused and lost. Like he had no idea what was going on. Endeavor turned to see Touya and Takashi sort of gaping at him, just a little. He grinned snarkily. If he wasn't going to give a shit, he was going to do it arrogantly. 

This was... odd, but it felt so natural. Like he'd known this small person his whole life. They slotted into his arms perfectly. He'd need to feed them more. Were people this size supposed to be so light? He'd feed him anyway. His little hands gripping his shirt made him feel like laughing, and his hair was once again soft enough looking that he felt the urge to run his hands through it. His hand was so big he could probably cover Hoshi's entire head with just one. Such a realization excited him.

"Kansai?" Takashi blinked. 

"Oh, shit. That is Kansai!" Touya's eyes widened as it all clicked into place. "You're my dad's soulmate, aren't you?!" 

"You know him?" Endeavor hissed out almost venomously, clutching Hoshi closer and tighter, but not painfully so. Hoshi looked stunned and dazed. 

"We uh, had dance classes together once. I was also a Heather in their like... musical... thing." Hoshi swallowed, unable to find words. His entire body was tingling. Hopefully, he wouldn't pop a spontaneous boner. That wouldn't be fun! Unless it led to sex. Not that his ass could take whatever Endeavor had in those jeans. Jesus, just thinking about it made him shiver. He was a small virgin boy. God have mercy!

"He rocked a skirt." Takashi said automatically. Then, he blinked. "This is some poetic justice. Your soulmate... is a quirkless man... who drinks beer and gets high for fun."

"Hey!" Hoshi exclaimed with clear offense, eyes going wide. "I also sing and dance for fun."

"Never change." Touya choked out, turning away to laugh. Endeavor huffed at them and marched for the doors. He didn't care what they thought. He had his soulmate now, and it was fine. They were tiny, and apparently a drunk stoner, but he couldn't care less. He had them now, and he felt light. Happy, and airy in every way. He wouldn't lose them the way he had his kids. This time, he'd do good. 

"Wait, wait, don't leave! I want the whole story!" Takashi called, but it was too late. Endeavor was through the doors, his soulmate clinging to him like a scared cat. He clung back anyway, going in the general direction of his car. It was parked a ways away to avoid drawing attention, but he didn't mind carrying his soulmate a bit longer. They were small and made him feel warm. Like they were some sort of miniature space heater. It made him want to smile as he looked down at their stunned expression. They had no idea what to do.

"I... skipped a test today." Hoshi muttered distantly. Endeavor snorted.

"Well, I'm glad you did." He murmured back, just loud enough for him to hear. Hoshi looked up at him with those eyes. He'd been seeing them so long in dreams that having them right in front of him was almost surreal. "I'm really glad you did."

"I think I'm glad too." Hoshi stared at Endeavor's face. "You have a really nice fucking jawline." 

Endeavor chuckled. Hoshi was quite sure it was the nicest sound he'd ever heard.

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"You're doing it wrong." Hoshi waved a hand at him, taking the beer can and pen. Endeavor watched him stab the can with precision that came only with experience before bringing it to his lips. He watched the younger man begin to chug it down with ease. They were both sitting in the living room of the Todoroki compound, criss-crossed with several cans of beer surrounding them, show tunes playing softly in the background. It had only been two weeks since they met, but Endeavor was still enthralled. Completely obsessed and ready to have Hoshi move in. The public was still speculating about their relationship, but he refused to make a comment. Everyone had noticed his improvement in attitude and in his ability to work with others and communicate with fans. 

"That's... oddly impressive." Endeavor admitted, hand propped up on his chin as Hoshi licked his lips. Enji found himself wondering what it'd be like to kiss them. They'd gone fairly slow so far. Hoshi hadn't brought up anything sex related or tried to kiss him. They hadn't even really hugged since he carried him out of that theater, and it was killing the taller of the two. But he didn't want to be pushy or ask too much. So, he was waiting. Just because he couldn't touch didn't mean he couldn't look. And lust. A lot.

Academically speaking, Hoshi wasn't the best. That didn't mean he was without talent, however. Though Hoshi didn't see it, he was exceptional at both singing and dancing. He was... well, flexible. He moved with an odd sort of grace he didn't even seem to notice. Sometimes, when he stretched, his shirt would ride up and expose his toned abdomen. He was small, but he was fairly fit. Not in a body-builder sort of way, but his form remained lithe and just... god, the flexibility made him shiver. The possibilities that came to mind made a different kind of heat stir in him.

"Alright, your go. I did your weird obstacle course thing, so you have to shotgun a beer. It's like my only talent." Hoshi tossed the pen at him. Endeavor smiled as he caught it, bringing a can towards him as well. Hoshi scooted forward slightly as the hulking man focused intently on the can. Next to them, his phone buzzed. He had several missed calls from... well, everyone, but he was apparently shutting them out and refusing to elaborate on the soulmate situation for the time being. Hoshi was fine with that if that's what Enji wanted to do. 

Endeavor jammed them pen into the can a bit too hard, causing it to explode and douse them both in beer. Hoshi didn't seem all that surprised, but Enji was fairly stunned. They both smelt like drunks now, and his shirt was soaked through. Hot, if you asked Hoshi. They just stared at each other quietly as Hamilton came on in the background. Despite it all, Endeavor had found himself liking that musical the most out of all of them. Call him sentimental, but it was sort of his favorite, if he had to pick one.

"...That went well." Hoshi said after a moment. Endeavor snorted and rolled his eyes.

"I know I put too much force. I'll get it... eventually." He grumbled the last part, glaring at the mutilated can. Hoshi hopped to his feet, teetering back on his heels for a moment before cracking his back. Endeavor watched the way his spine arched with his lips pressed together. He hadn't gotten much beer on him, but there was some in his hair, and that was enough.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you will." Hoshi didn't sound convinced. Endeavor gave him a dry look as he yawned. "I'm going to go shower. Want to come with me?"

Endeavor froze, the only thing leaving his mouth being a dumbfounded, "What?"

Hoshi furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at Endeavor, stretching his arms over his head. "Uh, I asked if you wanted to shower with me. We're soulmates, right?"

"Ah... right, I suppose we are." Endeavor nodded as he rose up, feeling awkwardly but bubbly in a way. Hoshi looked at him oddly for a bit before shrugging and beginning down the hall. He stared after him for a moment before moving to follow, clearly having no idea what exactly was happening. For once, he was the absolutely clueless one. He didn't even bother to turn the Broadway hits off as he left the room, trailing after his small soulmate.

"Oh, but I'm a virgin, so like, try not to break my ass? I have class tomorrow."

Endeavor wheezed like a dying whale. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh my god, the Number One Hero is literally outside!" One of his classmates squealed as people packed up their bags for the day. Hoshi was still fairly sweaty from the absurd dance routine they were being forced to learn. Hauling his duffel over his shoulder, he raised his brows as his classmates began to flood out the doors and towards the already-surrounded pro's car. The man had a stoic expression on his face, his strong arms crossed over his chest as he waited in the driver's seat. His flames were off, and he was in casual clothing, but he was still recognizable enough, as was his car. Hoshi stared blankly at him through the glass doors before his eyes slowly widened. Right. Soulmate. That was him. If he was here, he was here for Hoshi.

Dragging himself outside the doors, he squinted at the harsh sunlight. He could see Enji's eyes searching for him. After two months, the public had mostly forgotten about him. They hadn't really tried to hide their relationship. It was just that... well, so far nobody had actually noticed. Hoshi had been written off, and he was pretty much fine with that. He'd gotten to know Touya, Takashi, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto, and Shoto's soulmate, Izuku, a lot more. It was nice to feel like he finally had friends. He'd moved out of his apartment and into Enji's house, and had coerced the man into allowing him to have three dogs and four cats. Life was good.

Endeavor's eyes came to rest on Hoshi, and a cocky grin spread across his face as he leaned back in his seat. A few girls in the crowd squealed and snapped more pictures of him and his vehicle, but he didn't look away from his soulmate. He should have him wear spandex shorts more often. His dance wear was sinfully attractive. Not that anyone other than himself and Hoshi needed to know that. Plus the absurd amount of animals they were beginning to collect, since there was never a moment one of them wasn't around and about. They made Hoshi happy, though, so he didn't mind. Even if the cats did pile on him for warmth and force him to lint roll his hero suit every morning.

Hoshi managed to squeeze through the crowd, but only because he was so small. He heard the locks click just as his hand hit the handle. Several people stumbled back in surprise as the pulled the door open. A few of his classmates gawked as he slid in, the door locking the moment it was shut. Endeavor smiled and took the bag, taking it and tossing it in the back seat. They backed up even more as he put the car in drive, afterwards offering his hand to Hoshi.

"Hard day?" Endeavor asked gruffly, squeezing Hoshi's smaller hand in his own.

"Yes." Hoshi huffed. Be More Chill played quietly through the speakers of the car. "But this ass isn't going to keep itself firm."

Endeavor laughed. Hoshi was pretty sure it was better than his chuckle.

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This,,,,

is 11,398 words long, not including any notes.

I 

want

to die

ohmygod

A slow burn story is one thing. A slow burn ONE SHOT?

It's hell.

But Happy Pride Month everyone! I hope you enjoyed that. I may do another one, but I have no idea because that monstrosity truly killed me. Like I'm actually dead. My soul (yeah, I thought that thing died a LONG time ago, but apparently not) was ejected from my body. It is 4:15 in the morning and I am just... yeah, hope you liked that gay ass shit. Have a great day... morning night thing.