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 falls apart in front of the people who will piece him back together
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AUGUST FOURTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
11:28 in the morning
GOLDEN RAYS FLEW INTOTHE classroom of twenty-something students. Laughter rang through the air, adding a warm tone to the insides. Tobio Kageyama stood at the door of one of the third-year's classrooms. He inhaled nervously, shuffling on his feet. Sapphire eyes surveyed the area, landing on the relaxed face of his eldest soulmate.
His breath hitched in his throat.
He looked like usual, his gorgeous features accentuated by the sun's glowing light entering the windows. If anyone had gazed at him, they would have thought they were in the presence of the divine rather than a high school student. For a moment, Kageyama deflated. Sora looked happy— at ease. Was he really not affected by his lack of presence lately? He left him bento boxes each day without fail, though. That had to amount to something, right? Had to mean something?
Yet, as the harmonious jingle of Sora's laughter reached his ears, Tobio thought he might have been better off without him.
No.
Kageyama shook his head rapidly. He couldn't choose anything for Sora. It was his decision whether he wanted to be with him or stay as they were. Separated and alone. Sugawara's words echoed in his head like a mantra. He had to seek him out; he had to show that he was there for Sora. That he, too, was capable of being there. He, too, could be depended on— and not depend on him constantly. Karasuno had helped him grow. Sora didn't have that. But he had him. And Tobio was going to make that clear.
Just before the raven-haired boy could knock on the door, his blood racing to his face, anxiety riddling his bones, one of Sora's friends, who Kageyama had only seen pictures of, spotted him. He nudged Sora's side, nodding to the back of the classroom.
"Isn't that your soulmate?" Nobu asked, pushing his round glasses up on the bridge of his nose, coffee brown eyes glossed over with a haze of tranquillity.
Sora furrowed his brows and looked over his shoulder. To his surprise, he saw Tobio standing with a nervous expression plastered onto his face. Animatedly, Tobio's skin washed over with a pale fairness, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
Cerulean eyes pierced through him.
A touch ghosted over Tobio's skin. Sora's ghosting touch, he acknowledged. But what was a ghost, really? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and time again? An instant of pain, perhaps? Something dead which still seemed to brim with life? An emotion suspended in time like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber?
