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...
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ENTERING THE SPORTS CENTRE brought back many memories to Mizuki's mind. Sure, it wasn't the same gymnasium as the one Karasuno had gone to for Nationals, but it was quite close. The layout was the same. The only difference was the number of people inside. From devoted fangirls to enthusiastic volleyball followers, ranging in age, height, gender, etc.
Her eyes drifted over the area.
Multiple stalls were stationed along the long hallways, serving food such as fresh popcorn, fried chicken, beer, even pickled veggies. Due to the variety, the air was packed with delicious smells, floating around freely alongside the smell of icy hot spray.
"Sayeko-san!"
Mizuki and Kenma looked over at one of the volleyball interns running over, stopping in front of the lavenderette abruptly, hands on his knees, chest heaving up and down profusely.
"Yo-You're needed in-uh ha- in the-uh—"
"In the court?" she finished for the male, watching as he nodded his bowed head, still trying to regain his breath. "Alright." Mizuki turned to her soulmate. "I'll see you after the match?"
"Yeah."
With a chaste peck on his cheek, Mizuki left Kenma, walking over to the area where she knew her presence was required. The intern hurried behind her, eyes glued onto the being in front of him, drinking in her appearance: from her trousers-clad legs to her hair, fresh lilac waterfalls cascading down her back, curling tenderly at the ends. There was something about the model that made her perfect. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure; her skin was like silk over glass. No. Mizuki Sayeko radiated an image of an intelligent beauty. She carried herself like a lion in a pride, the top of the food chain, the one to beat, the one that fought for her loved ones with vicious growls and roars echoing throughout the wilderness, announcing her astronomical power.
"I'll take it from here," came the divine voice.
She glanced over her shoulder, catching the male's gaze.
And her eyes, oh, her eyes— the intern would describe her eyes as an alluring ocean. They were iridescent, flecked with a plethora of purple shades.
"H-Hai!"
He nodded and left, swallowing thickly and ridding himself of the anxieties racing up and down his spine, intermingling with his veins.
Mizuki continued down the corridor, hearing familiar voices. She rounded the corner, spotting a group of very familiar people. Her heart soared, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, but it wasn't with love, well, it wasn't with a romantic love. No. Her chest swelled with a proud warmth, eyes landing on a ginger-haired male clad in the MSBY uniform, an oversized black jacket laying upon his shoulders, fitting him snuggly.
