your soulmates first words

to you appear on your arm!

requested by TheRealArchangelo2 .

hope you enjoy it <3

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"Mon dieu, tu es si belle."

The words were so very confusing to you at first. You'd always stare at the small, delicate words on your wrist, rotating about your hand as though it were a small bracelet. You never thought anything of it... since you couldn't even read it.

Eventually, you figured out that it was french, and immediately signed up for a french class when you were only a wee-little child. As the time passed, you'd eventually become a professional speaker in french; talking in the language was second-nature.

You'd never forget the day you learned what the words meant. "God, you're so beautiful." You got so flustered that you had to hide your face for the remainder of the day. After that, you'd often day-dream what your soulmate was like. Where would you meet them? Would you be in France?

The thoughts made your head spin.

But as the years passed, and you grew taller, and smarter, it became clear that you wouldn't meet your soulmate for a very long time. And so the thought slipped away into the back of your mind, becoming only a lingering thought.

The days passed.

You awoke to what seemed to be a clamor in the kitchen, slightly scaring you as you opened your eyes tiredly. In a daze, you rubbed your cheeks and looked out of your window, watching the waves across the street crash into the sand from afar, wafting a distinct smell of salt-water into your room. It filled your nose, making you scrunch your nose lazily as you sat up.

And then you'd remembered that it was the first day of U.A.

"Oh shit!!!" You screamed brazenly, stumbling to your uniform unsteadily. "Don't say that," Your father called out after you, startling you as you buttoned up your white shirt, tucking it into your navy-blue skirt.

"Sorry, I forgot what day it is." You explained, sprinting into the kitchen with your bag by your side. He sighed, not even surprised at the fact that you'd forget what day it is. Your quirk had the permanent side effect of short-term memory anyways; it was basically early-onset Alzheimers.

"I can already see myself being late..." You groaned in between chews of your french toast, rubbing your temples with your right hand. Your father chortled, taking off his oh-so corny apron that had 'World's Most Tired Father' imprinted on it. Whenever you saw that apron, you always wryly smiled and regretted buying it.

"Precognition problems." You agreed, but still found your future-seeing quirk, precognition, quite helpful. It wasn't a constant problem, you could've always just stopped using your quirk when needed. Some people you knew had to deal with constantly being able to see their futures and the issues that came along with that, so you were thankful you didn't have to deal with that yourself.

"Alright, I'm off!" The words emanated throughout your house like a soft wind in the air as you closed the door behind you, running off with the french toast wedged between your teeth. For a moment, your father could almost remember his days back in U.A. with that single sentence.

The walk to school was a slow, treacherous one. By the time you were on U.A. Campus, your cheeks were covered in the sticky maple-syrup. Napkins flew out of your pocket and into the wind, twirling and gliding away like a butterfly in the breeze as you wiped your face, annoyed that you'd let your napkins drop.

It took about 10 minutes for you to even locate the room, due to the fact that nobody was even in the halls to help direct you. You stumbled into the room, looking up to see a ginormous auditorium of students glancing over to you.

"Sorry..." You choked out, feeling mortified, throat closing slightly as you sprinted up the stairs as far back as possible. Your eyes scanned the row in search of a seat as Present-Mic droned on about the rules, regulations, and dress-codes.

Your eyes landed on an empty chair a seat down from the aisle, past a girl. You came closer, noticing that the girl was quite beautiful. Her thick, voluminous raven-colored ponytail reminded you of the night-sky. She seemed so well-mannered as she sat up straight, fiddling with the nape of her neck for some reason.

You went up to the aisle, slightly nervous. At a closer look, it seemed that the stranger had been running her nails over her first soulmate's words. A tiny smile came across your face; I'm not the only one who does that~!

You finally squeezed past her, quickly realizing that the seats were very close together. She looked up, eyes widening slightly in bewilderment. Her eyes followed your face in an earnest alluring manner.

As you squeezed past her, your thighs and... bottom were rather close to her body because of how narrow the rows were. Your face turned incredibly-pink as you realized what was happening. The raven-haired girl short-circuited, eyes trailing further and further down before she looked away, trying to hold an assiduous collectedness.

You finally sat down, face in your hands as you tried to chill out. After a minute of hiding from the girl, and a lot of steady-breathing, you finally regained a sense of composure.

And then... you heard it.

"Mon dieu, tu es si belle..." Momo said, hoping you wouldn't know what she whispered.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head. You turned to her.

She was still looking away from you, chin in her palm, cheeks blazing.

"You're quite beautiful too, you know." You whispered, unable to contain your beaming-smile. Her hand slowly fell from her face, and she looked at you, eyes dilating.

"Holy... shit!!!!!!" She yelled incredibly loud. People looked back at the two of you, somehwat annoyed now at the second interruption yet. She stood up and apologized in an incredibly embarrassed manner.

All you could do was smile, like a damn idiot, and think about how pretty her voice sounded.

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