Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
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JUNE SECOND, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
8:19 in the morning
DRIVING INTO A PARKING SPACE, Sora parked his car correctly, checking outside the window to see if he was in between the lines. He turned the keys and switched off the engine, double-checking his attire in the rear-view mirror. He raised his hands and brushed his eyelashes with a finger, curling them without any heat. Unbuckling his seatbelt, Sora opened the door and slipped on his hoodie jacket. He got out and locked the doors behind him.
Walking up to the gymnasium, cerulean eyes spotted a painstakingly familiar pretty, flirty facade. They narrowed upon the girls standing in front of Aoba Johsai's setter, gift bags in their hands and adoration in their eyes.
A bitter emotion flared in his chest. Jealousy? Irritation? Whatever it was, Sora disregarded it. What he hid in his heart showed clearly in his eyes. They darkened correspondently. His fists clenched, nails digging into the base of his palm. He glided across the parking lot, ignoring those around him.
Tooru flashed his fans a cutesy smile, sugared words slipping off his tongue as easily as Tess drools over anything with a pussy or a dick hanging between their legs.
A ball slammed into the back of his head, and gasps slipped past the girls' lips in horror, whilst tears swelled in Tooru's eyes. He whirled around, whining when he saw his soulmate standing behind him with a pissed-off expression decorating his face.
"That hurt, Iwa-chan!" he cried, rubbing the sore spot, a pout tugging on his lips.
"Woah, who's that?" he heard one of the girl's mutter to her friends.
"He looks hot!"
Curiosity piqued in Tooru's body, along with slight irritation at the fact that the attention was off him and on someone else. Ah yes, the lovely superiority complex engraved into his bones. What a mood. Tooru turned his head, catching a glimpse of Sora entering the gymnasium, hands in his pockets and a blank look on his face. He gulped, the realisation that his soulmate had seen him flirting with the girls settling in. Tooru knew how much Sora hated it when they were younger, jealous over the lack of attention.
Guess they were similar in that way.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi locked eyes. A sigh escaped their mouths concurrently.
They really weren't getting back together with him any time soon.
Sucks to suck, I guess.
I swallow :)
Encompassing the insides were hushed whispers, obviously not hushed enough. Sora strode through the hallways with his back straight and head high, his body adorning a pair of dark jeans, a beige shirt and a black unzipped hoodie over it. A simple outfit, but it did nothing to elude the fascinated stares directed his way, especially the malicious, humble glint of earrings stacked upon both ears. People, both men and women, boys and girls, straight and gay, stared at the divine being meandering through the building.
