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...
he needed a hug; all the universe gave him was a box of matches and a knife.
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JULY TWENTY FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND TWO
20:49 at night
SUMMER CONTINUED, and with it was the arrival of Karasuno at Tokyo for another training camp, this time lasting for over a week. Sora Suzuki sat at the kitchen table, his laptop propped open in front of him, papers scattered along the wooden surface.
Currently, he was going through some work for his parents, hoping to offer some relief by doing the contract aspect of their multiple business agencies. Since Sora was to be the next CEO, his parents decided to have him do small jobs here and there—neither expected him to excel and report back with the work done in just a couple of hours.
It ran in their blood. It was bound to happen.
His phone buzzed, and Sora tore his gaze off the illuminated laptop, frowning as a too-familiar name popped up onto his screen.
tooru oinks is calling you
He never changed their contact number, never bothered to block and remove them from his phone. Not when he couldn't say the same about his heart and soul.
Sora sighed deeply. He reached for his glasses, folding them and placing them on the table.
( a hot man with glasses? i'm sold )
He answered the phone call.
"What, Tooru?"
No answer.
Sora's lips straightened into a frown. He rubbed his face with the back of his palm, not in the mood for his soulmate's shit. "Look, Tooru, if you're not going to say anything—"
"Can you please come and get me?"
Soft, watery, and absolutely unlike Oikawa's usual confident tone.
Sora paused; his mind was in a whirlpool. A deep exhale escaped his lips. "Where are you?"
"The school's gymnasium."
"I'll be there in ten."
━━━━ ♔ • ♛ • ♔ ━━━━
Entering the private grounds, Sora snuck through the gates, his hands shoved in his pockets. The night breeze caressed his cheeks, the moonbeams twiring with his strands of hair, the majority of it tied into a half-bun. Donning an oversized hoodie and a pair of black pants, Sora walked to Aoba Johsai's gymnasium, gently pushing the doors open.
