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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JANUARY SECOND, TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN
23:54 at night
"YOU'RE COMING WITH US, RIGHT?" questioned Keishin Ukai, standing beside the large bus ready to take Karasuno's boys' volleyball team on a trip to Tokyo. They were ready to play on a national platform and show the country that the fallen crows had regained their dark, empyrean wings and claws.
Sora nodded.
As midnight approached, the group of teenage boys were ready to depart, excited and slightly exhausted. Twilight watched them warmly, buzzing with subtle life.
"Alright." Keishin nodded. Like the hypocritical bastard he was (a hot one, at that), a lit cigarette hung between his lips, a familiar presence with its toxic fumes. "Just don't smoke in the bus."
"Me?" Sora feigned a gasp. "Never."
Keishin pursed his lips. "Mhm."
Amusement trickled through the night air. Sora boarded the bus with the others, ditching his and Tobio's bag at the back. He sat in one of the seats, Tobio right beside him. An arm lifted, and Tobio snuggled right into his soulmate's embrace, sighing contentedly.
Love rang through the air.
Soulmates cuddled together.
Friends chatted quietly.
Quiet, silent— an emotion that, in time, became part of the oxygen they breathed. And though the teenagers on the bus may feel it might not be there, any form of removal would cause the holder to choke up.
"Are you excited?" Sora asked his soulmate softly, a hand wrapped around his waist.
"Yeah," Tobio mumbled sleepily.
Fondness curled in his chest, a kitten yawning and tucking into itself for warmth.
"Get some rest," Sora said. His lips pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head, breathing in his scent. "I'll be here when you wake up."
And in three years?
Would he be there?
Only time would tell.
JANUARY THIRD, TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN
04:45 in the early morning
HONEY, JUST PUT YOUR sweet lips on his lips. You should kiss like real people do. Yes, I'm currently listening to Hozier as I'm writing this chapter. The vibes of this song are impeccable. Angsty, fluffy. The whole shebang. Just like this book, lol.
