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Akaashi was never bothered by the shaded tones he saw, it was his life and he was determined to make the best of it despite all the craze about color. He was perfectly fine distinguishing between double-click and silver-shadow as long as he could continue doing the things he enjoyed. There were very few things that bothered him, and not being able to see in the so called ‘sights’ that a world of color offered after meeting with one’s soulmate was not one or them.

What did bother him was people who didn’t take their jobs as seriously as their hobbies. He hadn’t even wanted the editor position but he was going to make it count since that was what he was currently doing in life. And sure, this specific artist may have had a bad break awhile back, and their storyboard writer may have left the country to go visit family for the holidays, but what reason is there to text him, the editor waiting for them to meet their deadline, with a simple, ‘Don’t come. Not ready.’

Like, was it that hard to give an explanation, because Keiji himself could not understand the thought process to that being the message he got. Instead of responding right away though, he took a moment to think through what may have happened. Perhaps the storyboard writer was delayed due to the time difference and the artist couldn’t work ahead without that. Perhaps they just got notice from one of the other editors about an Ad placement that would force a page’s shape to change and they needed time to reorganize things. His mind wheeled with possibilities about what it could have been so that he would be ready for anything they said.

He pressed call on the dial button and lifted the cellphone to his ear. “Hello, (L/N)-san.” He said calmly, ready to hear the artist out before getting on their case about anything, “I need a little bit more of an explanation from you. What is wrong with this week’s master copy? Do you need someone to do background or does a typesetter need to fill in anything? Tell me, what can we do to help?”

The voice on the other end of the line seemed to hum before answering, “The thing is, my sibling flew into town for a surprise visit yesterday and I haven’t necessarily been back to my place yet.”

Akaashi felt his eye twitch momentarily. He closed them completely to calm down and took a breath deeply before speaking once more. “Your sibling came to town so you haven’t been home?”

“Not like that,” The speaker commented to him. “They are just…a sort of way around the holiday’s and I don’t like dealing with it. But our parent offered up my place for them to stay over and so I went and stayed in a hotel and I didn’t bring any of my work to finish.”

“So I need to ask your sibling to leave your place so you can go home to complete your assignment?” Keiji asked himself more so than the person he was speaking to.

The sudden brightness of the voice through the speaker registered that the artist really liked this idea. “That would be fantastic! If you take them out, then I can go home and collect all my games!”

“You mean finish your work?” The editor near seethed through his teeth.

“Oh yea, that first of course, hahah.”

After confirming once more that his artist wanted him to kick their sibling out of their place, Akaashi once again started making his way to the building that housed the apartment.

Reaching the door in question, he knocked once. After thirty seconds without an answer, he knocked again, three times.

He could hear a voice through the walls of the apartment shouting, “Coming! Coming!” A bang was followed by a loud groan, and he presumed the person had run into something.

When the door swung open, a hunched over form was cradling their right calf, what Akaashi guessed was the appendage that got hurt from being forced against a stationary object.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you guys were actually that fast, it was only 2,000 yen, right? Give me a second.” They rummaged through their wallet before finally looking up at him. “You aren’t my food order.”

The blunt manner in which they tactlessly acknowledged their mistake had him internally rolling his eyes.

He smoked a bit, having grown accustomed to his old rival’s way of interacting with others he’d been trying his own hand at the same mannerisms as of late. “Obviously,” he stated, scanning the individual up and down.

They crossed their arms over their chest, the universal body language sign for putting a wall between themselves and another, and he found it interesting as it was so different from how his friends’ interactions always were.

“I am here for (L/N)-san’s assignment. He said it was here and he was unable to finish it but I could take it anyway.” Keiji knew better than to lie, but he didn’t really care. Whatever got this person out of this building for a few hours. “If you don’t believe me, can you get a hold of him and tell him I need this tonight?”

“I’m not my brother’s secretary.” The individual shot back, before sighing deeply and reaching behind them to presumably grab their phone.

As you’d discussed, the artist did not answer any calls or respond to their sibling.

“That’s weird. I know he hates staying with me but he has never been out of reach like this before.” They seemed to sigh twice more before grabbing a jacket and walking out of the apartment. “He should just stay in his damn apartment. Sorry, I shouldn’t say that in front of a stranger.” They locked the door in front of them and turned to head onto the main street. “Well, you coming?”

Akaashi wide eyed, looked at them and pointed to himself, “Me?”

“Who else? You’re the one who needs him, I don’t even know what he does for quote-un-quote work. All he seems to ever do is play his stupid games when I see him.”

“That’s true. He does enjoy his games.” Keiji once again found himself voicing his thoughts out loud, but it didn’t feel as odd as normal. “Anyway, you can say whatever you want about (L/N)-san. I only speak respectfully about him when I am expecting his work on time. As soon as that fails he is just another pain in the ass.”

The person walking beside him lost control of their laughter and he thought he’d be willing to go deaf if he could just hear that same melody once more. Akaashi had to shake his head to remove the burdensome thoughts beginning to pile in his head.

“Well then I guess you do know my brother.” They smiled at him and the sweetness about made him feel like melting despite the cold surrounding them. “I’m (F/N), by the way. You can call me that so we don’t get confused when you bad mouth my brother in the future.” They held their hand out to him.

“Akaashi Keiji, pleasure to meet the seemingly better of the (L/N)-sans.” He smiled at the person across from him and took their hand. Upon contact his eyes felt fuzzy, he removed his hand quickly and itched at them from atop the eyelids. “Sorry, something must have flown into my eyes, they really itched all of a sud--.”

As his eyes opened, his view had changed. Instead of the Graphic charcoal and intergalactic buildings he was used to seeing, and the graceful gray of the sky, he saw what he had only ever read about: colors.

“Yea,” The breath of a word caught his attention and his eyes were on his walking companion once more. “Mine too.”

They smiled at him and he felt that he could finally understand the deal behind the joy of seeing these colors. The supposed red creeping up his opposite’s cheeks made him more than glad his artist failed to have their assignment ready.

“Maybe we don’t go looking for that extra, we have our own story to continue now that the main characters have met.” He didn’t know if they’d appreciate his straightforwardness, but he had to put it out there. Bokuto gave him a rep for making those in his life feel like the stars of their world, so he should allow the person that will be riding shotgun to recognize how he thinks about things early on.

They grabbed his hand and started leading him somewhere unknown, “Well it’s not like we need to set ourselves up for any regrets.”

His normally composed manner had abandoned him, in its place was a mess of a smiling version of himself that he could not contain. Maybe the hype wasn’t just about the colors, but about experiencing a new world with someone who could fully understand you. He’d take this over his monochromatic world and hope things would only get even better.

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You’d always watch the timer on your wrist whenever you were nervous, the consistent ticking away for the time until you meet your soulmate always brought you the calm you needed to focus on whatever task had brought the nerves forth. Today’s was a history test with many, many questions about specific dates. You had focused more on studying the events themselves, not so much the day or year the event happened, and your irrational mind was churning in contemplation of how you’d screwed up. It was always like this, and you knew you would calm down a bit after watching the clock ticking away, but it was taking a bit longer to get to that point than normal...Probably because you kept thinking about other things while watching the timer.

The teacher’s voice cut through your train of thought, “5 minutes. You have 5 minutes left. Finish strong.”

Shaking your head, you started guessing based off a general timeline you placed the events in your head. Hoping against all hope that’d you’d be correct.

After exactly five minutes from the instructor speaking, the bell rang and everyone still working nervously shuffled their test papers in a pile and moved to make a line. Handing things in directly to the teacher. Your seat being towards the back, you got stuck near the back of the line.

Just your luck, what with today being the first day the managers were meeting the new first years. On top of that you were set to meet your soulmate soon. Like within the hour soon…

By the time you were able to give the proctoring adult your work, Kiyoko was already ready and waiting by the door. You were super grateful towards her for waiting for you, as she had been near the front of the line when the bell rang out.

Your pair sprinted to head over to the locker room, only to be stopped and pulled aside by the grumpy toupe wearing vice principal. Who was not in the least bit impressed with your dashing skills, and decided to take precious time away from you all to express that opinion. It felt like forever, and had you looked at your timer you would have realized it was actually a rather long lecture, but as soon as he told you and your friend you could be on your way, you were speed walking.

Both struggling to open your respective lockers, you heard Kiyoko exclaim in annoyance. She had never missed or been late to a practice in anything for as long as she could remember and she wasn’t going to start during her second year of high school.

Eventually you got your locker open, and simultaneously while kicking off your shoes, you reached over and got Kiyoko’s open as well. She threw out a thanks and she bent down to untie her school sneakers, a more refined way of taking off her shoes you mentally noted. From there you both slipped on your outside shoes, grabbed your court shoes and started sprinting once again, this time the destination was the volleyball gym.

Unbeknownst to you, the timer on your wrist was beginning to flash, minutes had dropped and you were seconds away from your first meeting with your soulmate.

You were almost there, you could see the double doors open into the gym, and a stray basketball was rolling in the middle of the sidewalk obstructing your direct approach. Both Kiyoko and you did the most natural thing for your pair and long jumped over the ball and stairs at the same time, landing perfectly within the gates of the volleyball gym.

Kiyoko smiled at you, and you returned the grin, slightly shaking from also trying to catch your breath.

“MARRY ME!”

A sting of a burn was felt on your wrist as soon as the words were spoken and you looked to see who they came from. You laughed at the apparent first year’s chosen hairstyle and looked at his own wrist, you could see the set of 6 zeros that matched your own, but as your eyes roamed up to lock with his you noticed they were pointed elsewhere.

Your stomach dropped instantaneously.

Kiyoko was looking right at the boy, the pairs’ eyes locked onto one another. Her blink seemed to be in slow motion, and you watched more than heard her when she said, “No.”

At that point, you weren’t sure what to do. You’d just met your soulmate…and he proposed to your best friend right in front of you.

Now what?

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You were always an organized person, at least when it came to most things. Notes and research, color coded and split by project. Cabinets and cupboards were sorted according to your taste. EVerything had a place and everything ended up in its place.

Most of the time.

Only, on days like today, when the stress from work was just a little too much, and you had not breaks to recenter yourself, and the additional stress of your family pressuring you to return home for the holidays...it was just enough to push you over the edge and your very organized life became a hot mess.

Walking into your apartment for the evening, three hours later than normal, you just dropped your bag in the entryway and kicked off your shoes. You flopped face down into the couch, sending some of the throw pillows up onto the arms rest, just enough to knock over a stack of papers all over the other side of the lounge furniture. Would anyone else have been in the enclosed space, they would have heard the moan of defeat leave your lips as you realized you needed to pick up all the white sheets taunting your form despite your face still being pushed into the cushion.

Too mentally exhausted to deal with the mess just then, you just piled the papers together out of the way and shoved the stack against the wall.

Deciding that was the universe’s way of telling you to get up and feed yourself you made your way to the kitchen. Once there you stared at your fridge, indecisive against the seemingly nothingness presented to your eyes.

Eventually you gave up, grabbed a gatorade and returned to the living room. It just wasn’t your day.

After finding a comfortable position, you turned on the tv, and started sipping your electrolytes.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew you were waking up to an explosion playing from the sound system. The channel it ended up on, showing a random action movie. You turned the tv off and looked at your phone for the time. 3am. Not an ideal time to wake up when your alarm is set to go off at 4:30 every morning.

With a groan you did not know your body was capable of making, you stood up, forced to balance as your head swirled around in circles.

“Damn, I need food.”

You once again made your way to your fridge, deciding to make yourself the eggs you caught in your peripheral last night. You woke up an hour and a half early, why not treat yourself to something better than a cereal bar of toast.

The morning seemed to fly by as you took your time getting ready. Soon enough it was five minutes before you were meant to be out the door and you remembered the paper fiasco from the night prior.

Sighing in near defeat you reached down and tried to organize the papers that were meant to be used for your presentation later in the day.

You quickly realized some pages were missing, not just out of order but just straight up missing. The worst part of that realization was that you hadn’t even met your soulmate yet, so the key parts of your presentation could be on the complete other side of the world from you.

Dejected, you grabbed what you had and made your way out. Trying to convince yourself you can still have a good pitch even without all your proper points and guides.

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Having rested as well as a CEO of a multi-billion dollar gaming company could, Kenma woke up at 2am, chugged a mug of straight black coffee, and sat in front of his screen ultra-beta-testing the games that would be presented in today’s pitch meeting.

He had twelve games to test if he wanted to keep his ideal of full understanding before going into one of these things. It was a tiring ordeal, but something he started after being blind sided by a pitch that was most likely the reason his company almost went bankrupt in its infancy. Or, at least that was what he’d convinced himself of.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the people under him, it was more that he felt they took their jobs as just a job and he took his as his life.

Around 7am he decided he’d had a good enough understanding of each of the dozen preliminary game versions. Moving to pack up his notes, he noticed some paper that was extremely different from his own sheets, the handwriting so far off from his it was momentarily illegible. After a moment he recognized it as something belonging to his soulmate.

They hardly ever lost anything, so it was always a wonder when something of theirs ended up with him. Kenma found it both interesting and irritating. He wanted to know more about them, but at the same time he welcomed not being buried under another’s junk.

It was 11 by the time he made it into the office, the shock from what he’d read being the main selling points he thought one of the game’s pitchers would use having made him lose his mind and distracted him from everything else.

However, he had figured out exactly who they were. The game that each of his department heads had pushed for, the one submitted by the talent he’d seen correcting others’ mistakes when reviewing them over and over and over again. Always willing to help, always doing so in the most proficient manner. Hardly ever making mistakes, and fixing them when they did.

And, Kenma couldn’t be more than excited to watch you present the best game preview he’d seen in many a pitch meeting.

‘Maybe,’ He thought, ‘I could say some of their bullet points before them to let them know back.’ He smiled at that, determined to follow through and have a one-on-one conversation with you before you left work for the day. ‘Whoever was (Y/N)’s hiring manager...I need to give them a bit extra on their holiday bonus…’

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“(L/N), I love these new pastries you’ve created. Where does your inspiration come from?” One of your regulars inquired, pointing to one of the new creature type bread forms in your display case.

You smiled as you pulled out a Kukan for them to inspect closer, “Let’s just say my soulmate had a strong obsession with kitsune.”

They gave a grin back at you before taking the shaped bread roll, “Well the kids in my class love them. Can I get five of each type of new pastry?”

Laughing at the lack of care in the customer’s voice, you explained, “Just because they are in a new shape doesn’t mean it’s a new pastry, Sugawara Sensei.”

“Maybe, but don’t tell the kids that.” He winked at you, before handing over his card to process the payment. “So, these all stem from your soulmate’s past life?”

Humming a bit while you scanned the payment through, and to give you a moment to finalize your thoughts before verbalizing them, it shocked into the present when the machine dinged in acceptance of the card’s funds. “Well, I don’t think it’s their most recent life. But it’s definitely their past.” You smiled as you presented the card back to him.

He took the small square of plastic and organized it back in place of his wallet. “Well, my soulmate’s past life memories were from a while ago too, so I didn’t presume it was their most recent life.” He laughed at the face you pulled from his statement, “But! If it helps, I’m sure you’ll meet them.” He paused and grabbed his boxed purchases, “Eventually.”

“Thank you, I appreciate the vote of confidence!” You finally smiled back at him, after letting your own beat of silence fall.

The bell above the store’s door rang as he opened it to leave, only for cold air to hit your ankles as you realized it did not immediately close afterwards.

“Forget something Sensei?” You teased.

“Actually yes, I came in to ask if you catered events.” He answered, seriously.

You thought about it, the last ‘event’ you’d catered was a few years back and the princess of the party was so upset with her dad for having a pastry bar instead of a cookie bar that it put you off events for too long. You answered him honestly in response, “I haven’t in a while, but it’s about time I got back on that horse. What do you need?”

He walked back in, the bell ringing overhead once more as the door closed behind him. “Well I’m having a get together with my old high school volleyball team. And I think it’d be nice to have snacks available when we get to our old training grounds.”

“I mean, I could probably manage that, but do you really think your buddies would want to gather for some basic bread snacks?”

Suga approached the checkout desk, placed his purchases down and locked his eyes with yours before finally speaking again, “Are you messing with me? You make literal works of art, out of food? How is that ‘basic’? And just bread? What’s stopping me from asking for cookies, donuts, tarts, or custards? Heck I should probably just get a couple hundred buns just for the two bottomless pits.” The annoyance in his voice was drowned by the compliments he was spitting at you.

“Okay, maestro.” You smiled, taking the compliments at face value and not trying to argue with him further. “Let’s talk business. What would you want for and when is this event going to be?”

“Tomorrow, and I guess whatever I can get for then, plus a few dozen meat buns, I wasn’t kidding when I said I had a pair of bottomless pits coming to the party.”

You stuttered around confirming the day he wanted to hold this event. “Tt-tto-tomorrow?!”

“Yea,” He sheepishly scratched at the nape of his neck, “I apologize about the late notice. I’d meant to come bother you about it last week but parent conferences took up all my evenings.”

Your pair continued to hash out the plans for what would be needed for his event, you continuingly having to remind him of his deadline and making sure you both were giving yourself realistic expectations. Once the menu was finalized, he made the down payment and left out the front door once more. A few hours later, when your display box was down to only a few remaining pieces, you moved the open sign to closed and began cleaning for the evening. Packing what was left in the display case to take to the shelter like always, a perk from running your own business that allowed you to not just waste left over goods.

That night you had another dream of your soulmate’s past life. They were the most loyal soldier to the King of the Yamato region, you had gathered that much through all the snippets of life you’d seen thus far. You found yourself more and more thankful that their past life you were privy to was so far back in history, because all the interactions he had gave way for all your creations in the real world in the present.

An open field separated the cave entrance and the forest, but from your camped position, you could see both clearly. Watching as the young Yama and Mori played together, you could feel the smile tugging on the lips of the body you possessed. Yea, an obsession is certainly a way to describe the importance of Kitsune in this life. As their sole purpose as a soldier was to protect the babies once any were reported to the king.

Most dreams had you watching over Yama or Mori, sometimes Chikyu, Seishin, or Kaze, on the rare occasion Kukan or Tengoku, but other dreams forced you to relive the fights. When a captured and tortured Kasai was released onto an unsuspecting village, or when a mis-raised Umi drowned the homes of other kitsune cubs. It broke your heart to see how tortured their soul must have been, believing themselves to be at fault for not reaching that particular cub before the poor treatment found them.You knew their loyalty, but also their heart.

This one seemed rather peaceful...Until a seemingly rogue Sanda appeared, the rolls of thunder sounding around the beats of its paws against the mountainside. In a breath, you saw more than felt your form taking after the creature, and the swing of the blade most practiced from all the dreams before coming to fruition as the blade made perfect contact the instant it needed to and you were so proud of their determination.

The battle, if it could even be called that, was short lived. And the scared cubs returned to their separate homes, the Yama to the cave and the Mori to the woods. Both safe for another day, you recognized your dream body’s position change and figured you were now sat on the side of the mountain. And you listened as your body spoke to the now slain kitsune less than two yards away.

“Sorry I couldn’t save you too, but I couldn’t let you harm them. Sorry it had to end like this, but you would have just been killed upon return, or tortured to make yourself stronger in hopes of the enemy wanting a better chance of power.” A sigh escaped the lips that had just been speaking. “I’m sorry.” They whispered before a tear ran down their cheek, eyes closing to the world of dreams around you.

You woke up and felt the tears on your own cheeks, whipping them away quickly you moved to the restroom. Wanting to get our morning routine over with knowing you had a large order on top of your everyday sales items.

“Have a good one! Come again!” You called out to your last customer for the night. Having prepackaged all the items Sugawara Sensei needed for his event, you made one last box of our leftovers, planning to drop them by the shelter with anything left over from the event.

It was a shorter walk to the high school you were meeting at then you’d imagined but the cart full of pastries was heavier than you wished it was. It was a struggle pushing the cart up the giant hill, but felt just as hard pulling it while walking backwards. Finally taking a rest with the cart sideways so it would not roll back, therefore erasing your hard work thus far, you pulled out your phone. Ready to call your regular customer to get some assistance since it was his event the items were for.

“Ah, excuse me.” A voice called before you hit the call button. “I hope I’m not being rude, but it looks like you may be struggling. Can I offer some assistance?”

Giving the freckled man a smile, you answered in the positive, “I would love some help actually. I didn’t expect this cart to be so heavy.”

His smile back was so genuine that his eyes closed, and you thought his face adorable. “Happy to help!” He straightened the cart and started pushing it with relative ease.

“Hahah well I guess not too heavy!” You laughed out in slight embarrassment. Having complained about how heavy your own baked goods were just for a complete stranger to manage against the hill without a slight issue.

Whether he was laughing at you or your comment, you weren’t sure. What you were sure of was that it’s an enjoyable sound you wouldn’t mind hearing often.

“I wouldn’t say that.” He tried to appease your embarrassment, but you were fine with admitting you were unable to complete the task on your own.

“Oh this is the place!” You exclaimed, barely catching the ‘Karasuno’ name on the gate under the singular light post.

The helpful stranger looked between you and the gate, before laughing that melodic laugh once more, bending over your cart slightly before whipping at his eyes, as if tears had formed from laughing so hard. “You must be the caterer Suga-Senpai hired then!”

You gave him a side eye, but smiled innocently none-the-less. “Yes, Sugawara Sensei asked me to bake all these goods for an event. I take it, you know him?”

“Yamaguchi Tadashi, nice to meet you!” He introduced as he nodded in affirmation.

Taking his hand to give it a shake, you felt the spark pass between your pair and smiled even more as you introduced yourself, “(L/N) (F/N), nice to meet you too, soulmate.”

“So Yamaguchi, I never would have expected you to be the one that inspired all of (L/N)’s kitsune creations. Guess you really must have been obsessed with them in your previous life.” Sugawara antagonized your newly verified soulmate.

“O-ob-obsessed?!” He questioned, face going red beneath his cute as heck freckles as he looked between you and his senpai. “I wasn’t obsessed! I was following orders!”

You laughed a bit before saying your own piece, “Orders, smorders. It may have started that way but you loved those little guys more than anything else.”

“Not more than my king!” He retaliated, fist straight against his sides as he jumped from his sat position, eyes closed tight as he expressed his true feelings.

Sugawara gave you a questioning look, and it took everything you had not to turn tail and run. Sheepishly you admitted, “I had never met the king he was so loyal to. Only after we switched memories did I find out that it was because the king was my former life and that loyalty was dedicated to me…” You tried to hide behind your hands, but the green haired boy next to you must have thought this retribution since he forcibly removed your hands and held them tight.

“Aw, look Daichi. The happy couple is already living in their own little world. How can us senpai ever hope to compare catching up with our junior when he has a new found soulmate to connect with…” The fake tone of sadness accompanied with the false singular tear from the frowning elementary school teacher had both your par shooting from your seats.

“Suga-senpai!”

“Sugawara Sensei!!”

You both shouted, he stuck his tongue out at you before turning away completely and moving to talk to a more crowded group within the small gym, most of which were making comments about your pastries.

Yamaguchi moved to hold your hand, this time his movements were shy as if questioning if you would reject his touch. “Sorry about him, but honestly that’s probably just the beginning.”

Watching him nervously fidget with the hem of his shirt, a loose button up you were sure he threw on to look nice but not too nice for his old team’s meet-up event, you realized that your loyal and full hearted soulmate was rather shy. You rolled your thumb over his hand holding yours before you said your own piece, “If you can bare with me now and then, I can get through it. I think!” You gave him a toothy grin to help mitigate his nerves as well as your own.

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“Hey sweetheart,” your Dad welcomed as you stepped into the kitchen.

“Morning.” You returned.

He smiled at you around his early cup of coffee, “Thanks again for coming back to help with your brother. It’s a bit nerve wracking that he has been in his dream so long.”

You laughed out a bit, waving away his concerns. “Please, after how much you all struggled helping me through my own experience, it’s the least I could do.”

A buzzing from your pocket made you check your cell, reading the pop-up message to yourself caused you to smile.

“Speaking of, he’s here to pick me up. Don’t hesitate to call if that troublemaker needs someone else to keep and eye over him, or if you need a break.” Your dad just smiled at you, the dark circles under his eyes indicative that even with one night off he wasn’t as rested as he should be. “Love you, dad.” You kissed his temple before running to get your shoes on, bag in tow as you left your childhood home.

It didn’t take you long to reach the car your boyfriend had brought to pick you up. “Morning Luv.” You called, throwing your bags into the backseat before maneuvering into shotgun.

“Morning,” The man sitting in the driver’s seat said back, a wide grin on his face as he looked you over, “How’s your brother?”

You smiled back before buckling your seatbelt, “Yea, seems fine enough. Everyone’s just worried since he has been asleep for two weeks.”

“Well it’s better than the month my soulmate kept me waiting.” He teased before putting the car in gear.

“In my defense, how in the world was I meant to know you were waiting for me to save you? My mother’s side of the family had always been the saved, not the saviors.” You retaliated. “Besdes, I thought it was cute that when I finally found my soulmate he was painted gold and pretending to be a chicken.”

Scoffing at your insult, he put the car back into park, thrusting a pointed finger towards your face, “You know damn well I was a goose, not a chicken. And how else did you expect me to survive in a world of giant’s waiting for you?”

You laughed out, and calming down, saw the major smirk across your husband’s face. Shaking your head, you questioned him, “What was it like, really?”

He hummed before driving once more, a silence engulfing your pair as you took down the long mostly empty roads, back to your home.

Figuring he was trying to be honest without giving way for extra unnecessary worry, you accepted the silence and waited patiently for him to answer you. You hadn’t expected that patience to be tested by him waiting well until you reached your destination to answer you.

“Noya?” You inquired, catching his eye as he was about to unbuckle his belt.

He sighed out, “I can’t say it was easy. Being in the dream I mean, the waiting was fine enough. I could have waited for you forever love, but my role in the dream was not something I would want to repeat. It wasn’t as bad as some, I know. But...It’s not something to get into right now.”

“If not now, then when? When someone else we care about gets locked in their dream and forces us to think about this again?? How long will that take?” You knew you were being testy from being tired, but you had a point.

“Why don’t we both get some rest first, see how we feel after that.”

Making your way into your place, further into your shared bed, head down to do just that you couldn’t stop your tongue from having one last comment. “I wish you’d be a bit more open about back then.”

You drifted off to sleep immediately after those words fell between your lips, missing the quickened heartbeat of your significant other laid right beside you. “I wish I had the courage to my love, I really do.” He pulled your body closer as he followed you into the world of dreams.

A fog you were all too familiar with surrounded you as you found yourself in a dream you’d thought long past. Pushing through the misted air would seem pointless based on feeling such little resistance, but doing so allowed you to see more of your surroundings, eventually catching sight of the fallen gold, jewels and other treasures from the giant’s castle. The gold shimmered in the sunlight feeding through the hightop windows, you wondered if you were dreaming of this place because of your dropped conversation. “Guess m subconscious wanted to know just as much as the more vocal part of my mind did,” You whispered to yourself, slowly making your way through the maze of fallen goods.

It was quiet around you, no indication of the gant that once lived in the large abode, and you figured a dream where he was unnecessary makes sense to leave him out.

Picking up a golden chalice you were reminded of the ‘proof’ the traveler you gave your cow to. When you argued the first set of beans being regular ones, she’d laughed before giving you a new bag of what she claimed were magic beans, pulling out a small chalice as proof of the gold mine on the other end of the beanstalks that would sprout. You’d eventually given in, knowing the tale you found yourself in and the role you were given from the prolonged encounter.

You placed the golden cup back in its place before continuing down the maze. Once you found the room you were looking for, you began the search for the secret hoe in the wall you had used as the entrance.

“WHAT?” You yelled out, seeing Noya, on what could only be called the perch he’d waited for you at the first time you’d seen this castle. “How, why...What;s going on?” You asked bewilderedly.

He waved at you upon hearing your exclamation. A ear splitting grin hiding whatever expression had been on his face before you made yourself known.

“Glad to see you could find me a second time, love.” He called from his position many stories above you.

“Well, I’ll always find you, though I didn’t know that’s what I was doing right now.” You stated clearly before starting the climb up to his level.

Reaching the perch, you could finally see him clearly. “ You’re not gold this time.”

“And I don’t have any feathers.” He added to your observation. “We aren’t reliving that dream, if you’re worried about that.”

“I may have briefly thought about that, but I’m not too worried.” You explained.

Noya nodded slightly, his smile shrinking to an almost invisible one, “Guess the universe wanted us to talk about it after all.”

“NO!” You interrupted, blocking his mouth and by extension, his words, with both your hands as you glanced around your pair nervously, “I shouldn’t have pressured you so much. I’m sorry, Noya, really.”

He kissed your hand before pulling both down and smiling sweetly at you, “I know (F/N), but I shouldn’t have tried hiding it at all. It’s not even a big deal. I just...I always thought I was going to be the savior in my soulmate dream, not the one being saved. I was embarrassed by my role and that I had to wait so long in that way. But, honestly speaking after waking up, meeting you in real life and us creating our future and lives together...I realized that whether I was the savior or saved shouldn’t have mattered. It was just my immaturity that made things more difficult than they needed to be.”

“You’re too cool Noya,” You finally said after letting his words settle.

“Wh-wha? Cool? I just admitted...well what I just said proves that I’m too lame to be next to you so much.” Your husband would obviously never tell you this in real life, and the fact that he didn’t turn into a blushing mess indicated he thought this was his own dream, just as you had originally thought it yours.

You smiled at that realization.

“My husband is so COOL!” You shouted in his face, before clutching it between your hands and squishing his cheeks together. “He just admitted his most buried weak point, and he always acts so strong, how could I not think him cool?” You nuzzled your own nose against his before continuing with a wider grin, “Who cares if he was a chicken waiting for ‘Jack” to climb the beanstalk and kill the giant? Who cares if ‘Jack’ ended up being a frightened lil’ me who made said giant trip on his own feet and that ‘killing the giant’ was actually an accident that just happened to lead to the giant’s death? Who cares if we both thought our roles would have been reversed, when we are as dependent on one another as we are ourselves in the lives we have built together? I know I don’t and, even if you did care that much once upon a time, you don’t anymore. We have our life together and that is all I need.”

“Now who’s the cool one.” He said around a major pout, arms crossed over one another turning away from you halfway.

You sighed, a bit defeated at not being able to make him realize this wasn’t his dreamed version of you, but in fact you yourself.

“But, if you think that highly of me, I guess I’ll just have to try harder living up to it.” He grabbed on of your hands in his, and kissed your knuckles, before sending you the most seductive look you’d seen in his eyes since your wedding night. “Now what do you say we leave this dream world and make up in the real world?”

“B-bu-but you..When did you realize?” You flusteredly asked him.

He shrugged before kissing your hand again, “Maybe it was when you slapped some sense into me and I felt the sting against my skin?”

The shock woke you from his answer. You were sure he hadn’t indicated a change, so for him to have know before your eskimo kiss was kind of embarrassing to think about. Before you could think further, strong arms snaked around your torso.

Kissing up your neck, he chastised you between the seconds his lips met your skin, “Kind of rude for you to just ditch me like that dollface. Who ever gave you permission to hide those rosy cheeks of yours from your loving husband?”

“NOYA!!” You yelled around laughs at the sudden onslaught of tickles he attacked your sides with. Yea, the way your pair met in the soulmate dream may have been completely different from what either of you expected, but you were more than happy with the result.And, you knew things would work themselves out for your brother and his partner too.

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Every morning you had a choice upon awakening. You could choose to keep your luck or send it to your soulmate. You were not sure when the choices started up, but they’ve been there above your head every morning for as long as you could remember.

And, except for twice in your life, for however long it has been going on you have not chosen to keep your luck.

*dong*

The tone rang out indicating the system took your ‘send luck’ choice. Dragging yourself from the bed you groaned out, the actual act of getting up being the hardest part of any morning.

A slip on your loosely discarded clothes from the day prior made you fall, thankfully able to prop yourself against your hand before your head banged back against the bed frame this time.

You made it to the restroom and completed your morning routine with relatively little problems, and were still on a high from getting cold and not ice for your shower water.

Pulling the blazer over your chosen button up for the day, you took one last look before leaving the enclosed space.

A phone rang from somewhere in your apartment, and you spent so long looking for it that the ringing stopped. A beat later and it picked up again. This happened four more times before you finally found the device during its seventh ring. “Hello!” You answered excitedly.

“Lose your phone again?” Your boss asked shortly.

Laughing a bit before giving an answer, you began to simultaneously grab your gear bag for the day, “Ah you know me boss-man. I’d lose my own head if it wasn’t attached.”

You could hear the sigh fall from between his teeth and before he could say anything further you added, “Sorry, boss. I’m headed in now.”

“Nope. You got a flight to catch. Be at the airport in twenty or you’ll miss it.” He hung up after that, and you groaned for the second time that day.

Rushing so fast out our door after grabbing your go-bag as well that you forgot to lock the door behind you.

You’d been through security a number of times before, and every time you had the same conversation with the security guards. “I have a silver infused mark below my hip line, not in an easy to show location. If you want to confirm I need a private space with only one guard to double-check.”

The guy behind the beltline nodded and motioned for you to go through the scanner.

Of course the alarm went off, as expected, and you had to wait sixteen minutes while some free guard made their way to come take you for a check against your words. It was a longer wait than you were used to but you figured things were just evening themselves out from getting slightly better water during your shower.

“Wow.” The guard exclaimed, finally turning around to give you the privacy of redressing yourself. “Honestly, I should not be surprised as tats can be placed anywhere, but I have got to say this is my first time seeing one...there.”

“Yepp.” You offhandedly confirmed it wasn’t the first time you’d heard the commentary.

Coughing slightly, you indicated you were presentable again, and the guard smiled at you before leading you back to the airport’s gate hub. Nodding a goodbye, you followed the signs to your assigned gate ready to wait patiently for the flight to begin boarding procedures.

“Hello, can (L/N) (F/N) please report to the service desk. Repeat can (L/N) (F/N) please report to the service desk. Thank you!” The intercom rang out overhead.

Sighing in defeat you figured it was one of three things; your flight was canceled and you need to get the next one which is a few hours away, your flight was delayed and again would be a few hours, or your flight was overbooked and your were randomly chosen as the passenger to be moved to a different flight.

“Yes, I am (F/N) (L/N). I was asked to report to the service desk?” You said, placing your bag on the floor between your feet.

The receptionist smiled politely before speaking in the practiced calm manner, “Thank you for a quick response! Unfortunately, we have some bad news. Your flight was overbooked and to keep things fair, we did a random draw for which passenger would be bumped to the next flight out and your name was drawn. Fortunately, because we do recognize that this can be a major inconvenience we offer a voucher worth the same price of your original ticket that you can use with the airline anytime over the next year.”

Smiling politely back, you corrected her since you’d been down this path before. “I appreciate the offer but I know that the voucher can be given as cash instead. I will accept the funds and the flight change. Please and thank you.”

It was obvious the girl had been through this interaction just as often as you had and just nodded, “Gave your luck to your partner this morning?” She asked as she typed on her computer to get you what you asked for.

You smiled before nodding.

“Me too. Hope your day doesn’t get too much worse. And, thank you for flying Brand Airline!” She handed you an envelope which you could tell had cash in it and your newly printed ticket sticking out a bit from the corner.

“Thanks, Hope your day goes as well as possible too.”

Finding your new gate you took a seat and began the long waiting process.

You were scrolling through your phone when a call came in from your boss.

“Missed your flight?” He asked plainly.

“No, was rebooked after arrival.” You answered.

He laughed briefly before moving onto the reason for his call. “You left your place unlocked again.”

“Damn!” You cursed, quickly looking around you to make sure no children overheard. “What’d I lose this time?”

“Electronics...coin bucket...everything else looks par for the course. Gunna have to move you again.” You heard your other teammate from the background.

Shaking your head you took a few breaths before responding, “Just grab the mini safe from the third drawer in the dresser. I'll worry about the rest when I return. Boss, I’m still confused by this email. It says--” A beep in your ear had you move the phone to check, it was at one percent battery and was about to die on you. “Sorry boss, phone’s about to--” Another beep and when you looked this time the screen was black. “Die.” You finished to yourself.

“Well that’s too bad.” You heard from behind you.

“It happens.” You responded.

The person must have taken your response as an invite to open more conversation. “You can use mine to call them back if you want?”

It was a kind offer but you figured with your luck their phone would die as soon as you pressed call. “Thank you, but I would hate for my lack of luck to affect your device too.”

“Ah, well my abundance of luck should counter that perfectly.” A plop sounded and you looked down fast enough to just catch the phone thrown in your lap before it fell off the side of your leg. “See, still in one piece.”

You held the device out for the overly confident male to take it back, and when he did not immediately do so you turned to face him clearly. “Really, I thank you for the thought. But I have not kept my luck for years. So, please take this back before its contact with me begins to affect it even more.”

You felt the pressure from their seat behind yours leave, and suddenly the seat beside you dipped.

“Again, I have been receiving extra luck, so I have an abundance. I am loaning my personal device to someone, so my luck stays with my device don’t you think?” His eyes snaked over you as he pushed your hand closer to your body.

Shaking your head, you decided to compromise. “I’ll accept your kindness and send my boss a text explaining what happened. Give me a moment.” Pressing send on the device you noticed the battery had only lost about 10% from when you got into the messaging app. “Wow, seems you do have an exceedingly large amount of luck. You only lost 10% of your battery.”

Snatching the device from your hand and double-checking your words, he slightly laughed once seeing your surprised expression. “I mean I knew when people send their luck they tend to take on the bad luck of the other but can honestly say I did not expect it to be that bad.”

“Bad?” You exclaimed, “10% in three minutes is not bad for me. That’s actually pretty decent. I was truly impressed that your entire battery was not drained.”

“Dr-Drai--Drained?!” He was so shocked, he instinctively held his phone up against his chest and turned slightly away. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. I am the one who pressed for it.” He hummed through your silence, “So, this has been your daily for years now?”

Nodding a couple of times, you decided it couldn’t hurt to spend some time speaking to this random dark haired male before your flight. “Mostly. Some things will change slightly. Some better luck with not spilling your coffee in the morning may amount to being 5 bucks short from the meal you want for dinner that night. But nothing ever too bad happens to me, so I take the win.”

“You ever keep the luck, or take your soulmate’s for the day?” He asked seriously.

“Some time ago, yea. Once I kept my luck because I had a test in every class period and my driving test after school. Everything worked out and I figured I would let them keep the luck for the rest of highschool as a thank you. But that same day my friend who’d always been given their soulmate’s luck didn’t get it and their day was so bad...I hated to think that happened to my own soulmate, so I adjusted my thought process. Some things happened later and a third choice appeared, ‘Steal Luck’. I was in a very bad place, and thinking it a joke I pressed the option...I’d heard of more car wrecks, plane accidents, and buildings falling that day then any other and immediately felt like my soulmate was at risk of being in a similar incident. So I just never kept my luck again.” You laughed and gave them a smile, “Sorry, that was a lot of information to dump on someone I’d just met.”

He smiled at you, “Eh, I’m sure your soulmate was not struggling as much as you feared they were.”

Rolling your eyes, you sarcastically agreed, “Yea. Obviously my fears are completely unjustified. Thank you, random person I have literally never talked to before, for that oh so astute insight into the life of another I have never met before.”

“You can hold the sarcasm. I’m just saying that keeping your luck is different than stealing it. You said you got the option to steal once? There are mates out there that get the option all the time, and do so. Those probably are the ones most highly affected.” He sneered, sounding happy beneath his slight reprimanding. “Besides, someone who willingly gives away their luck for years cannot be saddled with someone who is that unlucky on the one or two days they don’t receive their gift. Happen to remember the days you kept your luck?”

Giving him a look, he laughed before correcting himself, “Sorry. Kept one day and ‘stole’ the other. Do you remember the dates?”

Nodding, you gave him a side eye, “Why?”

“Because I remember the only two days I was not given luck from my soulmate, and the first was such basic high school issues that my friends made fun of me for making a big deal out of it.”

Staring the man down, you watched his eyes closely. Trying to discern if he was hiding something behind his snake like pupils, or if he was being a hundred percent honest. “And you remember the date of this first incident?”

“Well, yea. It was the day my girlfriend at the time broke my heart.” He smiled at the memory, and you wondered how someone could smile thinking about a breakup. “Wasn’t the first time our pair broke up. And when I found out she wasn’t actually sending me her luck but had been lying for the duration of our...relations., thing kind of became memorable.”

“Wow, she lied about being your soulmate?” You were shocked beyond belief hearing that. “That takes some guts. How’d you find out?”

He withdrew a bit at the comment, “Ah well I am kinda selfish...I’ve only sent my soulmate luck once. And, she was apparently having a really good day. I asked her what was different and she said, well very suggestively, said it was because of all the goodwill I had sent her recently.” He shook his head before digging into his backpack, only continuing as he pulled out his laptop. “I knew it was a lie because I had marked the only day I’d ever sent my soulmate my luck. What was the day you chose ‘Steal Luck’?”

Saying the date out loud, you looked at the male sat beside you distrustfully.

“Right, the date circled here in red?” He questioned, showing you his now open calendar on his screen.

You were shocked, but slowly nodded to confirm.

“Lovely to meet you, soulmate.”

“You can’t know that.” You shot back instead, refusing to acknowledge the coincidence.

He shrugged, “You think so? Remember how I said I’d only sent my soulmate luck once? Or, how earlier I said that some people are always given the choice to steal luck from their partner? Yea, when you send your luck, your partner is then given the choice to either steal more, keep their own, or send their own. You said you’d always sent your luck except two days? I have both of those days marked in my calendar as the only two days I did not get the option to steal any more. Today, I was given a fourth option. The normal ones I am used to seeing; keep luck, send luck, steal luck, and a new one, lucky meet. I looked into it, when soulmates accumulate enough luck between them they can choose when to meet. I made the choice, I hope that’s okay.” He held his hand out for shaking, “Daishou Suguru, at your service.”

A cheeky grin did nothing for your nerves. You’d listened to your dark haired seat neighbor as he explained what was going through his mind. When he finished with his introduction you realized how stark still you’d been sat, quickly thinking through all the implications before finalizing on, “You mean to tell me you’ve been stealing my luck all this time?”

“No, I am telling you it was an option all this time and that we accrued enough luck by you sending it and me not accepting it to be able to meet today.” He scoffed.

Narrowing your eyes at him, your mind ran through everything you knew about soulmates and the luck exchange. “I hadn’t heard of a lucky meet as an option.”

“According to the sites I found, which are password protected with the exact spelling and capitalization, you can only find out more when you get the notification.” He stated like it held no real concern for him. “Now, am I going to ever learn the name of my soulmate, or are you going to continue to deny this?”

“(F/N), (F/N) (L/N). And, I wasn’t trying to deny anything. I just like having facts.”

“No, you weren’t denying anything. And that isn’t a cop badge sticking out from behind your backpack. At least it makes sense why you were so against just accepting things for face value. But just so you know, it probably hasn’t been your best bet to send your luck all the time if you’re a cop. What if it causes you to lose your suspect?”

Laughing at the presumed impact of your luck loss, you gave your own insightful commentary, “Well, one, I work with a team so my daily luck level is not too much of an affect on that. Two, cops aren’t the only ones who won’t just accept things that are said to them by strangers. And, third, what do you do then, with all your luck?”

He responded by typing on his laptop and showing you the screen.

“A volleyball player?” You asked.

“Pro, actually.” He answered.

Your pair smiled at one another before he added, “Guess I’ll have to start giving you some luck if I want to make sure your phone is charged up enough for us to get to know each other better.”

“Guess so.” You turned your head towards the gate, as boarding was beginning. Quickly giving him the digits for your number before grabbing your bags and lining up. “Talk to you later, soulmate.”

He winked at you before grabbing his own carry-on items and standing behind you in line, “You didn’t think I was sitting here because I knew ahead of time, did you?”

Holding in your laughs, you shook your head at the absurdity. “Guess not.” You wondered how long this level of luck would continue under the umbrella of a ‘Lucky Meet’.

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Now, Oikawa Toru was a name you’d heard of many times over the course of the years. But you’d never expected him to be the one to say those damning words.

You’d just wanted your team to focus on warming up before the exhibition game, and them being overtly friendly with the opposing team’s player for so long burnt your already short fuse.

Hinata and Atsumu had already fried away most of your nerves on the ride to the gymnasium. But to have the team’s trainer, both setter’s, the shortest hitter and the captain in a back and forth that kept growing in volume broke what little hold you had left on your annoyance control.

“Will you all just shut up and go hit some balls already!” You screamed at the group, wheeling around from where you stood off the courts on the heels of your feet. Stepping towards them with the intent to pull away any of the group that doesn’t begin their warm ups as instructed.

You were too focused on your own teams’ members to see the brunette’s back straighten out and the flick of his air as he trained a well-practiced smile towards your angrily approaching form.

Thinking you were too focused on arguing with Hinata about how he can go out for drinks and catch up with the famous old Oikawa Tohru after the practice match was finished, and that he shouldn’t be encouraging the others to be distracted, Atsumu, and Kageyama snuck away as to not incur your immediate wrath. Ushijima, ever invested in your ability to show your emotions so strongly just stood by waiting to see how you would attempt to reprimand him from your assistant coach position.

“Is the little princess upset from the lack of attention?” A voice rang in your ears, slicing through your own voice. While the burning words made you know for a fact that the speaker was your soulmate, after the tone that carried such words, and your current mood...you could not find it in yourself to care too strongly.

Before a second heartbeat completed, you whipped around and slapped him across the face. “I’m a coach, not a princess. Talk to me like that again and see if your coach ever lets you on a court with me in the room.” Walking away before anything more could be said, you went to the lady’s room to wash our face off; in an attempt to cool down a bit before running warm-ups in a bit more organized manner.

After a few splashes, you felt like you were ready to deal with all the levels of crazy your team offered you, momentarily forgetting that the words you’d concerned yourself about for so many years had finally revealed their owner.

Leaving the restroom you felt more than saw the person you ran into.

“Apologies, wasn’t looking where I walked.” You threw out, quickly moving to get out of the situation. A hand wrapped around yours, causing you to find the face of the individual. “Can I help you?”

“Well, when your soulmate smacks you and then disappears, it leaves one questioning themselves.” He spoke around a playful grin, but the tone told you he was a bit upset at the sudden first contact.

Your eyes rolled at that thought, knowing all the stories Iwaizumi had told you about his old team’s setter. “I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve been smacked for a loose tongue.”

“Harsh.” He answered, “But not untrue. Am I ever going to get the name of the person whose screamed words have been tattooed across my skin my whole life?”

“Am I ever going to have a normal day again in my life, Mr. Oikawa?” You retaliated instead. You vaguely heard many footprints come to a screeching halt and snaked a look around your capture’s hold to see orange and blond hair peeling back around the corner. Assuming others had joined the excitable pair, you sighed out before continuing with the soft brown haired man currently attached to your hip. “Now’s not a good time. Can you not just focus on the upcoming game?”

Watching the twitch on the corner of his mouth just verified that the smile he’d been presenting was a practiced one.

“You want me to focus on a practice match between Japan’s national team, who my soulmate just happens to be the assistant coach of, after I literally just met her--still not being told her name, by the way--and yet you want me to focus on something as if none of that has happened?”

Catching his eyes directly, searching for a tell that he had realized you had an audience, you wondered if there was a way to tell him when you found none.

“Well?” He questioned, pulling you closer into his arms and against his chest.

You pushed yourself away from his chest and scowled at him, “Let go of me.” Following the command that sneered through your teeth he held his arms up in the air around his head. “You’re released.”

Rolling your eyes you began to walk back towards the gym, only to have your hand grabbed once more.

Tripping as you were pulled to his chest once more, he laughed at what you were sure was the anger written over your face.

“You were right, you know.”

“Right about what?” You questioned.

“You’ll never have a normal day now that we’ve been matched, (F/N).” As soon as he finished speaking he kissed your forehead before fully sprinting back to the gym away from you.

Screaming at the top of your lungs, your team members hiding around the corner knew that whatever fuse you had gained back from washing your face was gone ten times over and they had to get out of there before that rage was turned onto them.

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You’d always wondered how people had the confidence to walk around showcasing their soulmarks. The day yours appeared was an intensely crazy day as it was, just to have the cherry on top of not one but two, TWO, handprints and what you could only presume were arm marks appearing on your body. Say goodbye to anything less than lengthy short sleeves and shorts, say hello to at least wrist length gloves as your new outfit choices must cover these bright red marks.

How dare your soulmate grab you so hard as a first contact that their marks are red. It’s a terrible color to have permanently against your skin and having that be the last birthday gift you received for your twenty-first birthday was upsetting to say the least.

Watching as the blond with the peach colored handprint on her neck walked out the coffee shop, you realized you were still bitter about the marks, despite having them for as long as you have.

“Yo!” Your friend called happily, before sitting across from you and placing your drink within reach. “Still giving evil-eyes to innocent bystanders I see.” They commented, giving you the side eye over their own cup as they tipped it back for a swig.

You smiled lightly before playing with your ever present gloves, “Innocence be damned when they can still wear what they want.”

Scoffing at your self-inflicted predicament, your friend made one more comment before changing the topic. “You could too if you really felt the drive. Anyway, still up for going with me to the game tonight?”

“I thought it was just a practice match,” You questioned back. Recalling that you’d only planned one official match ticket for your trip’s budget.

“True, but at least with the practice matches there are less people so you can actually focus on the game play rather than trying to focus while also avoiding sharing air with as many strangers.” They threw back.

Nodding in consent to their reasoning, your pair finalized plans before leaving the drink shop to continue your mini shopping spree.

Less than an hour before the game was set to begin, you walked into the gym and watched as your friend left your side to go pounce on their soulmate. The male easily caught them and you did not miss the hint of a smirk as he turned his head to face them.

Suna waved a brief hello to you before focusing on his mate in front of him, and after waving shortly back to him you made your way to the upper end of the gym deck, knowing your friend would find you later.

When the visiting team started making their way in, rather loudly to your own surprise, your friend made their way to you, shouting over the excited males below. “Our guys are playing against the MSBY Jackals, they are thought to be pretty good, but my boy used to play with someone from their team and says they are just a bunch of clowns.”

Watching all the males below interact you kind of thought they all were clowns, but held your tongue.

“Look, there’s a guy with a red mark!” They pointed, jumping while grabbing onto your shoulder with their not pointing hand. Following the invisible line with your eyes, you acknowledged their point and the person it was directed at. Maybe you can talk to them about how much you hate it?”

The tease did not amuse you, and your look in return made that clear.

With a shrug, they let it go, making mindless comments to themselves about the volleys going on for warm-up.

You leaned over to try to see how many of the boys about to face off against one another had completed their life’s quest and found their soulmates. A high tried squeal indicated a problem but before you could see what was wrong the railing failed and you screamed out in shock.

Trying to grab onto you before you fell, your friend dropped their body, wanting the weight to counter their hold. Either their slick hands or your lotioned arms were too slippery as their hold wasn’t enough. And, what seemed to happen in slow motion, they tried to re-grip and caught your gloves, which quickly let your hands fall out and you felt the rush of air around you as you realized your friend’s visage was getting further away.

Closing your eyes tight, you clenched your body inwards, trying to protect what you could. Only to feel something on your back and under your legs before a small bounce that you only presumed was to counter the force against a straight catch.

You began pushing away from your supposed savior before opening your eyes, but stalled when your hand was held in place. Opening your eyes and catching the golden gleam of the orange haired male across your form a sudden surge was felt and your pair let go of one another’s hands.

“Thank you for saving me…” You mumbled, looking for your glove while trying to hide your marked hand behind your other. Unfortunately, you didn’t even make a forty-five degree turn before your marked hand was grabbed once more. “Sorry, thank you. I do appreciate you saving me from any serious injury.” You verbalized more clearly.

A scoff from above, had you curious and you glanced towards where you’d just fallen from.

Shaking their head at you, your friend just pointed to their own hand before pointing back at your own form. Taking the hint, you looked at your held hand and saw that your mark was no longer filled in, now only an outline. Meaning you’d have succeeded in your life’s quest and got your soulmate’s first touch. 

At once, you looked at the person holding you in place. A giant ear splitting grin across their face as they tugged your hand slightly, a small ask for you to get closer. Complying with the silent request you moved to loosen your hand from his grip.

“It’s great to meet you, my soulmate.” He laughed a little before adding, “You didn’t have to fall for me though, I would’ve known you were an angel upon seeing your eyes.”

You laughed out at the cheesiness of his comments, before trapping your mouth behind your hands.

Suddenly a hand was wrapped around his shoulders and yours, “Hey, Hey, HEY! Look who got lucky today!”

“And, didn’t trip over their own words and stall.” A mask wearing man commented.

A blond laughed before leaning against the masked man, “Our baby is all grown up and moving past his crow days!”

The orange haired male scratched at the back of his neck, “Ah I wasn’t that bad guys…”

“(Y/F/N).” You introduced simply, holding your hand out for a basic hand shake after practically being carried by the stranger.

The boy looked at the outstretched limp, then you, then your hand again. Finally grabbing it, before stuttering through his own intro. 

“Hinata,” He took a deep breath before saying clearer, “Hinata Shoyo.” 

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