As Shōta looked trough his closet, he saw an old photo of him and Nemuri. They were both smiling. The black hair female was wearing a black shirt with a sun yellow skirt. Her hair was braided with bright pink sakura flowers intertwined into it. Shōta on the other hand, was wearing black jacket with a grey t-shirt underneath.

Shōta just scoffed tossing the photo aside and put on a black shirt with some pink leggings. Yes, pink leggings. It was the only thing clean that he could fit. He sighed and put on some blue sneakers. He walked back to the living room, to find this newly bonded "lover" playing with his cat. "Come on, lets get going. I want to get back to writing." Hizashi turned and gave Shōta a thumbs up, getting up.

As the two were walking the string started to shrink, and shrink, and shrink, and shrink, shrink, and shrink, and shrink, and shrink, shrink, and shrink, and shrink, and shrink, shrink, and shrink, and shrink, and shrink. Until they were holding hands. "Let go of my hand." Shōta said, red in the face. "That wasn't me! I would ask if you wanted to hold hands! Serious!" The taller said, also red in the face. That was all they said, as they continue to walk on to The Tied Co., hand in hand.

As they made it to the front doors of the building, Shōta stiffened, anxiety building in him. "Are you ok? Its ok we can go tomorrow, or next week, or next month or ne-" The blond was cut off by a small sob. "Hey! Hey! Don't cry! Oh god, oh no, I-I don't. Please calm down, we can go another time! Please." Hizashi comforted. Shōta just shook his head and started pulling the latter into the building.

As they checked in a few people started at Hizashi, as he was very famous. A lady asked for his autograph, which he declined after Shōta almost had another breakdown. Shōta then suddenly asked, "Why did you decline an autograph? Isn't that what famous people do?" Hizashi just laughed and shook his head. "I don't do autographs! Unless they are for a company, I normally don't do them." Shōta just nodded, satisfied with the answer.

The waiting room just had a few posters about being tied and how it can be fun and interesting. One picture showed a cat which interested Shōta.

"Hizashi Yamada, Shōta Aizawa!" A lady with green blue hair and a orange bandana around her head. Many heads turned at Hizashi's name. Which made Shōta stiffen again. He just muttered something about personal space and got up ushering Shōta with him. Shōta kept his head down as they walked into a room with a desk and 2 chairs, for the two tied people of course. "So," the lady who had called them said. "Hizashi Yamada and Shōta Aizawa, how are you two today?" She asked. "Fine" Shōta murmured. "Fantastic!" Hizashi nearly yelled. "Oops, sorry" He apologized.

"That is perfectly fine Mr. Yamada. So I just need to ask a few questions, and you may ask me anything." She said grabbing a clipboard. "Alright so, have the two of you faught yet, or argued yet?" She asked, the two shook their heads. "Good! Have you two decided on living arangements?" Again the shook their heads. "But if Shōta is fine with me living with him, I'd happily say yes, we do have living arangements!" Hizashi yelled. "Ahh sorry!" He apologized, covering his mouth with his free hand. "Sure." Shōta said looking down. "Ok then, is there any problems at all?" They shook their heads. "Ok! Do you have any questions?" She said, putting the clipboard down. "According to my parents, if one of us is hurt we feel the same pain, is that true?" Shōta asked. She nodded, "But it is only true for few soulmates, but it is possible." Shōta nodded. "H-how does the string break normally?" Hizashi stuttered. "Its either broken with sex, or a true loves kiss." Hizashi squeaked at the word 'sex' and Shōta nodded. "If that is all here is our business card, call us if you need anything." She said. "May I ask, who is your soulmate?" asked. Shōta   "Why her name is Kayama Nemuri. Im Fukukado Emi.".

"Oh. Wait! Kayama Nermuri? A.k.a Mrs. Midnight at UA High?" Shōta exclaims. Emi looked shocked, but nodded her head. "Your her, oh my..do tell Nermuri I had hello, from Shōta." He said, eyes lighting up. "Of course, I'll definitely tell her." Emi said, smiling. "Well the both of you may leave now, again call if you need anything." She said. With that the two males left, the string retracted, but their hands still intertwine.

As they made their way back Hizashi suddenly shouted, "WE NEED TO GET TO MY HOUSE FOR MY STUFF!" Shōta was slightly shocked but nodded nonetheless. They walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

They walked until they reached an apartment complex. "Almost there!" Hizashi said, tiredly. As they walked a stray cat mewed catching Shōta's attention. "Wait. this little guy looks cold." Shōta said. "Isn't your cat a male, Shōta. I don't really want him to-" Hizashi was caught off by a loud laugh. "Crispy Creams balls are gone, vet chopped them off like sushi."

Hizashi just nodded, not really listening. "But still, even if the cat is a boy, we can't keep him." Shōta growled angrily. "And why not!" Hizashi sigh, "I'm allergic."

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Im sorry i haven't updated this, i forgot about it 😖 anyways except more from this than my one shots