A/N: I've never cried so much writing a fanfic that isn't even that sad.
We were told our whole lives, there was a certain someone made for everybody. A soulmate. If your soulmate got hurt, you got the mark, you felt the pain as well. Growing up, my soulmate seemed to get hurt a lot. I didn't think much of it until my third year of high school. My 'friend' was always showing up with a limp, and he'd flinch at sudden movements. Though he never showed any skin, so i thought he he'd blown his knee again. My mom was concerned with the marks scattering my entire body, from my soulmate. I honestly brushed it off, though i shouldn't have. Around my second year of middle school the marks were getting worse. My teachers had been pointing them out. We'd called cps and the police but they couldn't do anything. We didn't know who my soulmate was. It was starting to scare me to be honest, i didn't want to lose my soulmate before i'd met them. As years went by the marks would get worse, and around the middle of my first year in high school, self-inflicted ones had began showing up on my hip and collarbone. There'd be more everyday week. I begged my mom the find them, to stop their suffering to help them. She couldn't though and i knew it. So i enclosed on myself becoming cold. My soulmate was gonna die and i wasn't ever going to meet them.
April, 18th. My third year of high school.
I was sitting at my desk at around 2am when a pain broke though my stomach. It was burning, i felt as if my organs were failing me. I yelled for my mom and she arrived. We determined it was my soulmate.
Overdosing.
We called 911, begging them to please find out who it was.
Well, they said they had just had someone brought in for attempted overdose, and we could see if any marks matched. They all did. He was my soulmate. Oikawa Töru was my soulmate, and he was lying on his death bed. Covered in abuse and self harm marks- and the last thing i'd said to him that day was "i hate you shittykawa".
He flatlined, he was dead.
My soulmate had been under my nose for three years, and i'd never noticed and now he was dead.
His father was put in prison for child abuse.
I became captain.
I quit.
I would've loved to live my life with Oikawa, but that could never happen.
[rewriting, not redacted tho because same plot.]
A/N: What is this pls-
