-No Such thing as Last Words-

November 17th

Third person

Today's the day. Kuroo thought as he anxiously stared at his wrist.

Kuroo liked the idea of soulmates.

Although he was afraid.

His parents had been severely homophobic and he had a feeling that his soulmate was going to be the same gender.

He braced himself for his alarm.

And just like that...

'Ring Ring bitch'

There it was.

A flash of light illuminating the dimly lit room.

And there Kuroo stood.

With an expression that leaked with pure fear.

Because on his arm...

Were 3 messages.

The first one contained of beautiful, smooth handwriting. It almost represented a cloud.

The second one was sharp, edged even. It looked violent but soft.

The third one was almost too hard to read. You could tell that it was quickly written.

The three messages were just as confusing as the fact that he had three soulmates.

The one with the soft writing had read: 'IM 5'11 DUMBASS'

Kuroo didn't know why it was so harsh. But it made him chuckle slightly.

He moved on to the second one which had read: 'Dont mention my fucking height, bitch.'

Jeez- why were his soulmates so mean?

He then looked at the third one, hoping that it was somewhat nicer.

But to his avail this one was just as bad.

'YOUR ONE TO TALK "ROOSTERHEAD" '

Kuroo flopped back on his bed.

He'd hoped that his soulmate- well.. in his case, "soulmates" would have at least been somewhat fond of him.

The thing that worried him the most though...

Was how he was going to tell his parents that he had multiple soulmates.

Was he supposed to go up to them and just be like: "oH yEaH bY tHe WaY, i HaVe 3 sOuLmAtEs AnD tHeY'rE pRoBaBlY aLl MeN!!"

He would most likely get disowned.

Trying not to think anymore, he positioned himself for a nap.

This is gonna be one long life.

(321 words)