All parts will be in Shōta's POV (3rd but still following him) unless stated

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Soulmates. What do I think of them? A stupid myth that's not real. Well, I won't say its not real, but its stupid. My friend, Nemuri, has a soulmate I don't know her name though, I don't care either. If I were to get a soulm-

KNOCK KNOCK

Shōta stopped writing and turned to the door. Then there was a tug on his finger, where the red thread was. Shōta quickly got up and ran to the door and opened it. There stood a blond male with emerald green eyes, which were covered with red rimmed glasses. He was wearing what a teen delinquent would wear, but instead of dark shades he wore a bright red t-shirt and blue jeans with a leather jacket with a few pins and stitches on it.

"Oh no Im tied to a minor." Shōta said, rubbing his eyes. "Um, I'm 26" The blond said. Shōta's eyes snapped to him, he just nodded and beckoned him into his house. "Don't mind the mess, I don't get many visitors. Sit on the couch, I'll be back. Also, don't mind Crimson, he doesn't bite." Shōta said, Crimson, a grey tabby with a few white splotches, mewed and walked around the blond's legs.

Shōta walked to the bathroom and groaned loudly. He looked at his reflection, he long black hair was messy and unkempt. His eyes were burning and his head was spinning. He was just finishing his QnA for a company for his life. You see Shōta Aizawa, also known for his book "The Rising and Falling of U.A.," was an amazing Author and won many awards for his writings. Though he didn't live the dream. He lived in a small flat and lived with no one but his cat, Crimson. He sighed and walked out of the bathroom and looked at the blond, who was petting Crimson.

"My name is Shōta Aizawa. That cat right there is Crispy Cream, but he doesn't respond to it so its just Crimson. Now, what's your name?" Shōta said, flopping beside the blond on the couch. "Hizashi Yamada's the name! I think I've heard your name somewhere. Aren't you that author who wrote 'The Rising and Falling of U.A.'?" The blond response was. The black hair male just nodded and pointed to a bookshelf by a computer. "Those are all the books I've written. 54 in total." Shōta said, closing his eyes. "Present Mic? Thats you right? You made a few songs for some movies that were my books. Didn't think anything of it." Hizashi nodded. Crimson mewed, jumping on Shōta's lap. "No, Daddy's tired go get your own food." The cat made a hissing noise and got on Hizashi's lap instead. "What does he eat?" Shōta got up and waved the blond over to follow him.

Shōta pulled a few things out of the fridge. Some eggs, some shredded cheese, lettuce, diced onions, and a can of cat food. "WhhAAAAATTTT?? You feed your cat a whole gourmet meal!" The black hair male just shrugged and started to cook. First he put a pan on the ion of the stove and turned it on. Waiting for it to heat up he chopped up the lettuce and mixed it with the onions. After the pan was warm enough he cracked 2 eggs into the pan and started to stir them up. "Hey, pass me the salt and pepper." Hizashi gave him the salt and pepper shakers. He put a dash of each seasoning and continued to stir it, then he put the cat food in the pan and mixed it.

The blond just stood there, awestruck. He placed the cat on the hardwood floor. He watched as Shōta add some of the shredded cheese. "Hey Blondie pass me Crimson's food bowl. It doesn't say Crimson, it says Crispy Cream." Hizashi gave two thumbs up and looked on the floor for the cat's food bowl. Shōta was now adding in the lettuce and onions. Hizashi placed the food bowl on the counter next to the stove. Shōta then slowly added the food into the bowl. Tossing the pan, knife, and rubber spatula into the sink, he placed the bowl onto the floor and the cat started eating.

Shōta leaned on the countertop, turning to Hizashi he said, "Tell me about yourself. Or I could go first, I don't mind." The blond just cleared his throat and started speaking. "As I have already stated, my name is Hizashi Yamada. Im 26 years old. I own a radio show from 4-9 am on Mon-Fri, so I won't be here tomorrow morning sorry. If you take a closer look at my jacket here," he took his leather jacket off and handed it to Shōta, "Wait don't mind the patches just look at the pins please," he said slightly embarrassed. "Your gay? Thats cool." The black haired male said, playing with the rainbow colored pin. "Eh! Oh yes I'm gay! You know what all the pins mean though right?" Shōta just nodded and poked at the trans pin. "So your trans? Or do you just support it a lot?" The blond wasn't paying attention now. He was staring at the cat. Shōta snapped his fingers in his face. "Idiot, did you hear me? I asked if your trans." The blond shook his head. "My brother's trans. He just got me a pin." Shōta nodded.

"Shōta Aizawa, age; 27, gender; male, sexuality; bisexual. I write all day. I don't take care of myself because of this. I've been to the hospital 4 times from malnourishment. I've don't have a real reason to not feed myself, I just don't. 54 books to my name and I'm just famous for my recent one, published May 3, 2019." The black hair male said, still staring at the leather jacket. "We need to get to the place where newly tied people go. What was it called? Tied in Red?" Shōta said, looking into the emerald green eyes. "Yeah! But its not called that, Its The Tied Co." Hizashi practically yelled.

Shōta just nodded and said, "Let me get dressed into something more...better than this, than we can go." Hizashi just held up to thumbs up.