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Day 8: Akaashi Keiji

December Soulmate Prompt Calendar

“Seeing in only black-and-white until you meet”

Warning: HQ Adults, slight cursing, slight overthinking, nervousness, annoyance, americanized sibling dynamics.

Author’s Note:

--Using BEHR’s 50 Shades of Grey for color names--

I’ve already admitted I am a day behind for a bit. I still have not come to terms with this. I got one for the best boy that is consistently forgotten because he isn't himself a powerhouse, nor a giant, but is loved all the same, Akaashi Keiji!!! This one is kinda weird imo you let me know if its good or not.

Hope you enjoy!

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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Day 7: Tanaka

December Soulmate Prompt Calendar

“Countdown timer until you meet”

Warning: HQ High School, Tanaka with the bad hair style, test anxiety, Kiyoko as a friend, slight jealousy, miscommunication implied.

Author’s Note: I've already admitted I am a day behind for a bit. I will come to terms with this. However, this is also a bit short as I wasn't sure where to go. Maybe eventually I might make a part 2, who knows. But here is the hype-man of Karasuno, Mr. Ryo himself...TANAKA!!!! *screams in Tanaka-manner*.

Hope you enjoy!

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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Day 7: Tanaka

December Soulmate Prompt Calendar

“Countdown timer until you meet”

Warning: HQ High School, Tanaka with the bad hair style, test anxiety, Kiyoko as a friend, slight jealousy, miscommunication implied.

Hope you enjoy!

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.

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…

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.

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

“MARRY ME!”

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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Day 6: Kenma Kozume

December Soulmate Prompt Calendar

“When you lose something it ends up in your soulmate’s possession”

Warning: HQ Adults, Kenma after vball, boss, employee, depressive state alluded to, OCD alluded to, not eating/falling asleep hungry, happy ending implied.

Author’s Note: Okay, failing now. Sorry y'all. Since I left the computer at work I didn't get to work on Day 7 or Day 8, so while I can post Day 6 today, everything will be pushed back a bit. Hopefully I can use Saturday to catch up and I only stay one day off. Anyway, its everyone's favorite least interested in volleyball setter, and my brother's personal best boi-love of his life if real...KENMA! A bit differently done.

Hope you enjoy!

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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Day 6: Kenma Kozume

December Soulmate Prompt Calendar

“When you lose something it ends up in your soulmate’s possession”

Warning: HQ Adults, Kenma after vball, boss, employee, depressive state alluded to, OCD alluded to, not eating/falling asleep hungry, happy ending implied.

Hope you enjoy!

Most of the time.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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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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.

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

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HELLO!

I left my comp at the office and cannot post day 6. I wrote it, but can't post it. There will be a double posting tomorrow!!

Thanks for understanding!

As a sneak peak: it will be with KENMA!

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Day 5: Yamaguchi Tadashi

December Soulmate Prompt Calendar

“Born with Soulmate’s previous life’s memories, get yours when you meet”

Warning: HQ Adults, bakery shop, kitsune fox types, dream world, damsel-in-distress, fighting, animal death mentioned, friendly teasing, and prodding.

Author’s Note: Day 5 I have yet to fail myself, yey! Everyone's lovely, innocent loyal puppy dog of a future captain, he is so impressionable and yet know when to stand his ground at the same time, how could you not love this green haired freckle boi? I took some liberty and translate his name to get some points of...storyline for this piece.

Hope you enjoy!

“(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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