Mizuki Sayeko had never been fond of the whole 'soulmates' concept, not when her past warned her of the side-effects of falling too deep into the lucid, hypnotising trap. With piercing gazes, a stone-cold heart, would her soulmates ever get through...
some people are artists. some people, themselves, are art.
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"SO, HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THIS PLACE?" The group sat around the circular table, Mizuki between Akaashi and Kenma. Kuroo sat on Akaashi's left whilst Bokuto sat on Kenma's right.
"My aunt recommended it to me" replied Mizuki, leaning back against her seat. "She comes here often."
"Your aunt sure is awesome."
A chuckle left her lips. "Yeah."
"Hey, do you think we can have her number?" Kuroo asked, having ditched his jacket on his chair, the room not cool enough to wear it. "We want to say thanks."
Mizuki tilted her head. "What for?"
"She gave us these outfits!" Bokuto answered cheerily, proudly showing off the clothes he wore. "Said it was her gift for making it to nationals."
Surprise washed over Mizuki, and she took the chance to look over her soulmates, finally recognising some of the articles of clothing they were wearing. No wonder they looked so familiar.
"S-Sure." She cleared her throat, returning the curl of her lips. "Of course."
As Mizuki slipped out her phone, typing in her password and proceeding to said Akira's contact to their groupchat, their waiter of the night entered the room, handing out the menus.
She switched off her phone once the deed was done, grabbing the menu from the waiter's outstretched arm, thanking him with a nod.
"Have you guys been here before?" she asked.
They shook their heads, flipping open the menu.
Mizuki turned to the waiter. "What's good here?"
The waiter, a young boy, perhaps slightly older than them, was absolutely star-struck by her beauty. She was a work of art, the creator of mankind handpicking each of her detail, adding them on delicately, placing the universe in her eyes. Her soft, ivory shoulders were exposed, and her lavender locks fell down her back. Her lips were carefully painted a glossy peach colour, and her skin was flawless. Her lilac eyes shone like twin moons in the dimmed room.
How can someone this beautiful exist?
Upon hearing her voice, the waiter cleared his throat, lifting the notepad in his hand higher. "Well, we're famous for our meat and our fish." He leant over her shoulder, pointing out the dishes that were pretty popular, explaining what they contained to the best of his abilities.
Mizuki hummed, looking up at the boys. "Do those sound okay?"
"H-Huh?"
The four were clouded with jealousy, her words processing a second too late.
