Maybe It's You // SemiShira Fluff

Maybe it's you

Shirabu took in a sharp, shaky breath as his eyes flicked between his clock and his wrist, with anticipation twisting into anxiety within his gut.

He chewed on the bottom of his lip - a bad habit he had dropped in middle school, but cropped up every once and a while when he was particularly nervous - and watched the seconds tick by.

In about 5 minutes or so, it'd be Shirabu's birthday.

In about 5 minutes or so, he'd learn who his soulmate was.

In about 5 minutes or so, his life would change forever.

Of course, given this information, the boy was worried.

What if he didn't even recognize his soulmate's name? What if he hated his soulmate? What if...

He gulped, running his fingers through his hair.

What if it wasn't who he wanted it to be?

Shirabu squeezed his eyes shut, allowing the thoughts of a single person to cloud his mind.

Eita Semi was... peculiar.

At first, he annoyed Shirabu to no end with his constant reprimands, and the way that he just seemed to look down on Shirabu. However, as the two got closer, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love.

Sure, he ticked him off on an almost constant basis, but he was also one of the best people Shirabu knew.

With a soft, fond smile and a warm feeling blooming within his heart, Shirabu followed as his mind traveled back to the particular moment that he knew that it was too late for him.

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Shirabu's teeth chattered as he huddled in his blanket, eyelids feeling heavy and his body feeling weak.

Still, he slowly pushed himself off his bed, clenching his teeth and forcing himself to move even as his legs wobbled from beneath him.

Just as he was about to release his grip from his bed frame - which was frankly the only thing keeping him completely upright - he heard his phone ringing across from the room, the sound seeming to be amplified by his sickness.

He groaned, wishing that the device would just shut up, but when willing it to turn off wasn't working, he stumbled towards his dresser and snatched the object up.

"What?" he half-snarled into the phone, though it sounded much weaker and far less poisonous than his usual tone of annoyance.

"Captain was wondering where you were," Semi replied, keeping his tone cool. "You're late for morning practice."

Shirabu paused for a moment to look at the time before swearing to himself. "Whatever," he finally said, "I'll be there soon. Just-"

Before he could finish his sentence, his hand fell to his side, while his other instinctively reached to cover his mouth. A sickening feeling brewed within his stomach, and he found his legs rushing towards the nearest bathroom.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't end up making it, and Semi was forced to hear Shirabu spewing vomit all over the carpet.

"...Shirabu?"

After a brief moment of pause in which Shirabu could only heave, Semi sighed. "Nevermind, don't worry about it. I'm coming over."

The former's eyes opened quickly, and it felt as if someone poured cold water all over his head to wake him up (though, his throat was still incredibly dry and had a burning sensation from the small episode he had just endured). "What?!"