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...
she conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings
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GENTLE HUES OFGOLDEN sand, floras of salty waves, vast firmaments of blue, speckles of cotton white clouds, the mellifluous scent of coconuts, salt and warmth, Mizuki couldn't ask for anything more than this for their honeymoon. Her grip on the suitcase's handle tightened, a smile curling at her lips, lungs inflating with the tranquil smell.
"Come on, love," called Akaashi, placing a hand to her lower back, the other grabbing the suitcase out of her grip. "We have to settle into the room first."
"Hai, hai."
The soulmate penta entered the lavish resort they would be staying at for the next week — by themselves. Haruto and Hiroto were in Akira and Talia's care, most likely being spoilt by their grandmothers (because Akira truly was like a second mother to Mizuki. She had raised her, after all. Though, nobody could ever replace Mizuki's actual mother).
"Reservation for Tetsuro Kuroo?"
"Ah, yes. Here's the key, a map of the resort, our planned activities for the week, and the timings for the available restaurants." The receptionist handed Kuroo everything they needed with a polite smile. "One of our staff members will direct you to your room. Please enjoy your stay."
They thanked her and walked off, following the guide. He pointed out places as they walked through the resort, gladly answering any queries that they had. Bokuto and Mizuki looked around in wonder, Kuroo and Akaashi taking the time to ask questions whilst Kenma simply walked beside his soulmates, glad to be in their presence. Fingers laced with Mizuki's, he felt her reassuring squeeze, shifting his gaze and looking at her. They were about the same height now, though she was probably an inch taller.
"Excited?" she asked.
His lips quirked upwards.
"Very."
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Sprawled out along the sunbed, dressed in a dotted black bikini, Mizuki bathed under the sun, soaking in the honeyed rays. Akaashi sat on the other sunbed, dressed in a pair of grey swim trunks and an open blue floral shirt. He squeezed out the sunscreen from the bottle, lathering it in his hands before smoothening it onto Kenma's bare skin, who was hunched over, playing on his DS. If it weren't their honeymoon, Kenma would've stayed in the bedroom. Lock himself up and play until he passed out.
However.
Being soulmates with two energetic weirdos, Kenma was not allowed to do that. They forced him out, changed him into his red swimming trunks and carried him all the way to the beach. Akaashi and Mizuki walked behind him, laughing softly as he screeched at being out in the sun. A kiss from the latter duo on the lips placated him, and he acquiesced.
