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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NOVEMBER EIGHTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
12:15 in the afternoon
THEY WERE SO JOINED in the flesh; strangers could feel the pain if they were to ever stop touching, if they were to ever stop their simple actions of affection: a tender kiss on the temple, a tender kiss on the lips.
Currently, Sora and Tobio stood at the train station, dressed in similar outfits. Tobio wore one of his favourite outfits: a simple pair of jeans with a black shirt over it, his grey coat clinging to his body to secure an ounce of warmth as winter came tumbling in. Sora wore a similar attire: dark pants and a shirt with a low v-neck, exposing his accentuated collarbones. A large coat settled over his shoulders, and his hands were nestled into its pockets. They were waiting for four others.
I'm sure you know who.
When Kageyama told the eldest that they, he and their other soulmates, were going on a date somewhere in Tokyo, Sora refused to let him go. He did not doubt that Tobio would get lost. He always sucked at directions. But, Tobio was as obstinate as a stationary mountain. He refused to give up, thus forcing Sora to join them on their escapade.
"Tobio-chan! Sora-chan!"
Their heads turned to the side in sync, gazes landing on a beaming Oikawa with three other soulmates following behind him. Sora and Tobio swallowed thickly. While Iwaizumi, Kindaichi, Kunimi and Oikawa could feel the flustered feeling manifesting through their bond from Tobio's end, had Sora forgiven them earlier, had they taken the initiative to do more months before, they would have felt the same feeling from Sora's end. Instead, a block remained. From his fragile emotions.
"You look good!" the brunet complimented.
Tobio blushed. "Thank you," he replied, averting his vision to the side. Heat crawled up his neck. "You all...look good, too."
A hushed whisper.
The embodiment of the things they loved about Tobio Kageyama. His adorable shyness.
Oikawa cooed, "Too cute, Tobio-chan!" He squished his cheeks between his fingers, an unknowing shiver racing through his spine as his mind all but shoved a memory into the front of his head. Warm skin, cold rings.
Hot breath, lustful gazes.
Scorching kisses, waltzing tongues.
Tooru relished in those memories. They never failed to rile him up at night— the same went for Hajime. And believe me when I say that the younger ones could feel their emotions.
