Third person pov

Your soulmate is someone you cherish no matter what. Finding your other half is rare, but fulfilling in every sense of the word. Being with them makes you the happiest you have ever been and ever will be, and loving anyone else becomes a near impossible feat. Everyone pales in comparison to your soulmate, and they always will. Nobody can satisfy you like they can, and there's no possible way to resist to pull. Once you finally meet, you're inevitably drawn back together.

Touya Todoroki met his soulmate the day he ran away from home. Sixteen years old and bearing fresh wounds that probably should have killed him, he found himself stumbling through the darkened streets of some back district in Musutafu. He didn't have a phone, or a place to go. Only the clothes on his back and the bandages he'd sloppily wrapped around his shaking limbs. Looking back, it was a shock he was walking at all sporting such severe wounds.

His soulmate, Takashi Akiota, had been the one to find him. It was easily the happiest moment of Touya's life, even if it was also the most painful. Nothing beat meeting the person you were destined to be with. Touya had been so afraid of ending up like his father. Of never finding someone to love, or being unable to love someone. As fate would have it, he didn't have to worry about either of those things. He loved Takashi by default, and was meant to be with him.

Takashi had been the one to nurse him back to health. The boy lived with his grandmother in a dingy little house out the outskirts of the small cluster of different neighborhoods. Touya was one-hundred percent sure he would have died in that alley if not for his dear soulmate. He would have succumb to his extensive wounds, or simply laid there in pain until his body decided it best to simply give up on him. One of the two.

Fifteen years old, with messy brown hair and bright green eyes, Takashi was only a year younger than Touya. A freshman in highschool. He was by far one of the most cheerful, outgoing people Touya had ever had the pleasure of meeting. However, he was easily the most terrifying as well. His temper wasn't the easiest to trigger, but God forbid you do. The angrier Takashi got, the stronger he became. Literally. That was his quirk: Rage.

Touya learned quickly that honesty was the best policy with Takashi. He didn't take kindly to being lied to. So Touya simply didn't lie. He told him the whole truth. He spilled about Endeavor and his abuse, and about his mother, who was trapped in that damn psych ward. He let out his frustrations about his quirk and his lack of control over it. He told Takashi everything.

In turn, Takashi did the same. He talked about his parents who'd both died in the line of duty as police officers, and about life here with his grandma. He worked part time to help support the poor older woman, who could no longer muster up enough energy to hold a job. Touya swore up and down that he'd get them both out of here as soon as he recovered. He'd do anything for them.

Hiding from his father, who would never accept Takashi as Touya's soulmate even if the boy did go back, was... scary, to say the least. They dyed his hair, though his scars were probably enough of a mask to hide him. God, those scars. He'd been so... ashamed of them. When he peeled those bandages off in front of Takashi, he'd been afraid.

But Takashi hadn't faltered in the slightest. He only smiled brightly and called Touya handsome, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Their first kiss with one another. It was a moment Touya would cherish no matter what.

Hiding from his father meant he couldn't complete his education. He wasn't an idiot; in fact, he'd been nearly top of the class at UA, in the General Studies course. That wasn't the issue. If he wasn't attending school and didn't graduate, he couldn't easily get a traditional yet low-key job that would keep him under the radar. And if he couldn't do that, he couldn't provide for his soulmate.

Takashi had insisted that it was fine, but Touya could see the strain it put on his soulmate. He could see the struggle, and though they were only teenagers are the time, barely old enough to even begin understanding the concept of love, he'd hated it. He hated knowing he couldn't take care of the person he felt he loved most in this world.

It was then that Touya got wrapped up in some rather shady business. Business that Takashi knew about, and didn't exactly approve of. But times were tough, and they both knew that. So donning a street name, the name of Takashi's childhood pet, Dabi the cat, Touya became a delivery boy for what was very possibly a drug overlord!

It hadn't mattered to him. He'd been young, and deeply in love, and saving up to pull himself, the love of his life, and the love of his life's dear sweet grandmother from the pits of poverty. The late night cuddles and butterfly kisses across his face made almost getting shot on a day to day basis worth it. The tingles that would shoot up his arms when Takashi laced their fingers together made his heart lighter and more immune to all he witnessed out on the streets. He was living the life of someone who's found their soulmate. Someone happy.

He wasn't rich, and couldn't give Takashi the world like he wanted to. But the boy was always so happy anyway. The smile that lit up his face when he'd spot Touya waiting for him outside his schools gates made the scarred teen's world. The way Takashi's arms would lace around his neck as the brunette stood on his toes and pushed their lips together as a greeting rather than a simple hello or smile made his entire being scream with glee.

Touya Todoroki never would have thought it possible, but here he was. Happy.

Touya's grandmother died when the boy was seventeen, leaving her grandson and Touya the house. Tokiko Aikota had been a kind woman, but her time was up. Her passing was nothing short of devastating for Takashi. Touya had taken care of it all, all while comforting his soulmate. Seeing him in pain left Touya in pain, but he fought through it. He arranged the funeral, and he prepared the house and stuck it on the market. He found them an apartment to share, and helped Takashi submit college applications.

On Takashi's eighteenth birthday, they made love for the first time. It wasn't just a hormonal frenzy spurred on by his rise to adulthood. No, it had... it had really felt like something more. It was yet another moment Touya cherished dearly. Well, he cherished all their memories together, but there were a few that stuck out as incredibly special and dear to him.

They got married at the nearest courthouse the next day. Touya had been dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, and Takashi had shown up in a brightly colored sweater and tennis shoes. The resident clergyman had been hesitant. After all, Takashi was this adorable young man with bright eyes and the shiniest smile. Touya was covered in staples and ugly scars, and didn't do much but gaze at Takashi with a lovestruck expression as the brunette babbled on and on about their pending marriage.

Touya piped up and mentioned being soulmates at one point, holding up their laced-together fingers with a grin he couldn't suppress. Their expressions had changed in an instant, and the process was all smiles and congratulations after that. Everyone knew the power of soulmates.

Takashi began attending community college not long after they became husband and, well, husband. He was studying to become a teacher. One thing about Takashi was that he adored kids. How could he not? He was just that type of guy.

Them being soulmates was so odd, but Touya wouldn't have it any other way. Takashi was like the sun, radiating warmth and smiling brightly. Everything with him was happy-go-lucky. It was all sunshine and rainbows. Touya would have found such an attitude annoying on anyone else, but he loved everything about Takashi. He loved the way he'd pout when Touya stole a piece of bacon off the stove before breakfast was officially ready, and the way he'd curl up into the couch with a book and murmur the words to himself.

He loved the way Takashi's would cuddle up against him at night for warmth, or the way he'd sing catchy tunes from commercials when they showered. He loved the way his nose crinkled when he was confused or disgusted, and the way his hair seemed to bounce when he laughed. Touya loved it all.

Of course, the chances of him ever saying such things out loud were slim to none unless it was a tender moment. Takashi was incredibly affectionate. So much so that Touya wasn't worried the the himself wasn't. All he had to do was respond to what Takashi did and the man was happily satisfied. Of course, he was even happier when Touya made moves on his own, but was content with the way things were otherwise.

Touya wasn't the best with emotions. He knew he loved his husband more than life itself. God, he was married to a pre-school teacher. An adorable, happy little pre-school teacher who cried when he saw fuzzy animals and cooed endlessly over children. A piece of shit like Touya Todoroki had scored big in whatever raffle fate had been holding when they became destined soulmates.

At twenty-two, Touya is content. He still does shady jobs, but nothing too dangerous or illegal. Things were going great. Takashi was as loving as ever, the sex was great, and Touya was happy. Which is exactly why the scarred man had to go and fuck it all up. Not purposely, no, it's just what happened. It's what he did best! Nothing good lasted forever, and apparently this was one of these things. Because Touya was going to die, and it would be by Takashi's hand.

He knew the second he got the offer that it was a horrible idea. The League of Villains? Yeah, that didn't sound ominous or potentially dangerous at all. It was ridiculous, and he had regretted it all the moment he looked up from amongst his blue flames and saw the news helicopter hovering overhead.

He hadn't been too clued in on the plan. Not until the last second, anyway. Before Touya had any fucking idea what was going on, he found himself in the woods fighting a bunch of panicked teenagers, one of which happened to be his own little brother, and even kidnapping one of the brats! Actually, really kidnapping a child. Takashi wouldn't even need to hear what happened. He wouldn't even need to see the news! He'd just sense it on Touya and snap the scarred man's neck.

Touya, driven purely by fear of his own husband, dove back through Kurogiri's portal and away from the camera. The camera that had definitely seen him, and most definitely seen his fire. Even worse? The mission had turned into a success! An actual, real success. As in they'd actually kidnapped a kid. A kid, who was in the same class as Touya's little brother.

It was all being broadcasted on the news. Touya, or Dabi, was being broadcasted on the news. For the entire world to see! For his perfect little husband Takashi, holder of the "Rage" quirk, to see!

In short, Touya was absolutely, without a doubt...

Fucked.