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...
he looked at her like he just realised what love is
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WHEN MIZUKI RETURNED HOME, it was around seven in the evening. She slipped her shoes off by the front door, placing them neatly on the rack and putting on her slippers. With her bags in her hands, Mizuki ascended the stairs. Akira was spending the night with her soulmate, so she was home alone.
"I'm glad," she said. "I need the quiet."
Stepping into her room, Mizuki kept the lights closed, working her way around the room with the moon's generous rays. She unpacked her bags, throwing the clothes into the washbin, taking out the small bag and placing her toothbrush and the like back where they used to be.
Beginning her nighttime routine, Mizuki washed her face and teeth, changed out of her clothes and wore her pyjamas. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced down, lips curving at the message.
tobio kageyama my dad wants to invite you over for breakfast. before we leave to tokyo.
mizuki that sounds wonderful. tell him i'd love to join.
She plugged her charger into her phone, facing it down on her desk. Texts from her soulmates wishing her goodnight were received, and similar ones were sent from her.
Mizuki pulled back the covers and laid back on her bed, arms and legs spread across. She turned her head, coming face to face with the argent moon, a friendly face during melancholic times.
You see, there was a reason why Mizuki was so romantic about the moon. It never asked her questions, or begged for the answers, nor did she ever have to prove herself to it. It was always there— breathing, shining, and, in most ways humans can't understand: listening.
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The sound of a bell rang throughout the Kageyama residence. Tobio perked up immediately at the sound.
"Go open the door," his father said in amusement. "I'll finish off the food."
Nodding eagerly, Tobio wiped his hands with a towel lying on the counter, rushing to the door. He skidded to a stop, glancing at the large circular mirror they hung. He reached up, flattening his hair and fixing the collar of his shirt. Once everything was perfect to his liking, very mindful of the lavenderette standing outside his house, Tobio opened the door.
Standing before him was Mizuki dressed in a pink sweater and skinny white jeans. Her hair was let loose, and Tobio spotted the darkness of her eyelashes, the pink tint of her lips.
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