This story will be written in a series of chronological one shots. Updates will be random.

This and the Epilogue will be the only parts written in Uraraka's POV. It's planned that way for a reason.

WARNING: This story contains strong language

Prologue (Uraraka)

Fate can be a fucking mess. Hell, look at me, even his foul language has rubbed off on to me a bit. I never gave it much thought to how much fate can intervene in one's life, until now.

Everyone with a Quirk is born with a Soul Mark. Why or how they are connected to Quirks is unclear but there is speculation. Some believe that it has to do with Quirk combination inherited by offspring to create stronger Quirks. Others, like myself, believe it's part of something beyond our understanding.

A person and their Soul Bond's Marks match. Research has shown that every pair of Soul Marks are different. Before one meets their Soul Bond, the marks are black. Once their eyes meet, it activates and changes to a color or colors that bears significance between them. Should one of them die, the mark turns dark gray.

In this superhuman society, exposing your Soul Mark is normal. However, it is common for a hero to always cover their Soul Mark. As a hero, to allow a villain such knowledge as to who your Soul Bond is gives them leverage against you and can put your Soul Bond in grave danger, if not condemn them to death.

While growing up, my parents, who are Soul Bound, always told me how beautiful a Soul Bond can be. "You'll never experience anything more powerful in this world, you'll do or be anything for this person" they'd tell me.

When I started to understand the struggles my parents endured, I became determined to help them. They sacrificed so much and deserved an early retirement. In that regard, I decided that becoming a famous Pro Hero would be the best option. If a Hero is popular enough, the pay is exponential.

For years, I'd look at the black interconnecting loops on my left wrist with contempt. I had much bigger goals in life than to just settle down and live a mundane life with someone. I now know that he felt the same about his Mark.

When I decided to pursue the path of a Pro Hero, I began to hide my Soul Mark. I tried bracelets, gloves, and makeup. I eventually settled with weight training wristbands. There was no harm in building up muscle. It'd be an early start to my future as a hero.

Years later, he told me that because of his Quirk, he couldn't wear gloves as a child, so he also settled for weight training wristbands to conceal his Soul Mark. I can see now that even before we met, we had similarities.

We were both following our dreams to become Pro Heroes. When it happened, the activation of our Soul Marks wasn't entirely unexpected, just unwanted and we treated it as such.

What my parents said about doing or being anything for your Soul Bond is true. Even though we rejected our Bond, fate continued to play with us until Bakugo and I became what the other needed.

This prologue feels short, I may add more to it. We'll see.

All chapters will be first drafts, so feel free to call out mistakes.

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-JFDragonFire