Bokuaka - The accuracy of destiny - Angst/Fluff

Dealing

Positive. Positive. Positive Positive Positive. Po...si...tive. What a strange world. Echoing through my brain. Why again? Positive. Three syllables. And suddenly my world shifted on its axis.

Warmth. Someone hugging me. A ringing in my ears. Positive.

The soul bond-test was positive.

Suddenly the world snapped back into place. Over the ringing in my ears, I heard the doctor talking. Dr. Yaku. I don't think he noticed the significance of what he just told me. The person sitting next to me on the examination bed was hugging me. Spending warmth. Bokuto. He was angry, tensing his arms around me. My lungs were filled with the sharp scent of disinfection through my breath, coming, in what I knew to be a too fast rhythm. My blurry vision cleared, my sight the last sense to regenerate. I could see the passive, nearly bored look on Yaku's face. His eyes fixed on me questioningly.

"Wh-What?", I croaked out, my voice sounding like I hadn't used it in years, although it probably was just a few second.

"I asked, how you want to proceed with you remaining blood sample. I told you about the three options earlier. Which one do you decide on?", Dr. Yaku asked with what he probably deems patience, but it still overwhelmed my mind.

Positive.

Dr. Yaku was asking me how much I want to find out about my soulmate.

Because I have a soulmate now.

Because the test was positive.

FUCK.

"Ehm, do I- do I have time to think about it?", I asked hesitantly. Now Dr. Yaku's professional mask started to crack, and a hint of impatience and annoyance crossed his features. "Well, if we wait too long, we are going to have to draw a new sample of blood." Dr. Yaku explained. "How long- ", I started, but I was interrupted by a sudden angry voice next to me. "Oh, for fucks sake. He just found out he has a fucking soulmate. Let the man breath for a moment. Did you not learn anything about empathy in medical school?". Bokuto. I had totally forgotten about him and his arms around me at this point. But I was reminded by both, his words and his movements during his agitated speech. Dr. Yaku shot Bokuto a glare and I could see a snappy reply waiting on his tongue, so I intervened. No fights while one person is in reach of sharp objects, was one of my rules since a sleepover at some classmate's house when I was 15 turned horrible wrong. Not deadly or permanently damaged wrong, but still hospital wrong.

"Bokuto-san, please don't swear like this.", was the first thing that popped to my mind. And it was a hypocritical thing to say, considering I just swore in my head just moments ago. Although I think this situation would make me at least a little entitled to swearing. Bokuto didn't respond, but I could hear a little sigh coming from Dr. Yaku. "I am going to leave you alone to discuss this for a bit.", he concluded and stood up to leave the room. The click of the door left the room in this tension and a silence so loud; I could feel a headache forming. I felt Bokuto shifting a little nervously next to me, an unusual sight compared to the confident businessman I had met days ago. "How do you feel?", I heard him asked hesitantly next to me. "Tired.", I replied honestly. At this point I would really like to crawl into my bed and shut the whole world out, not wanting to face the whole soulmate thing or the fact that even though I just heard about my destined partner, I really wanted to lean further into that warm embrace. "Fuck.", I said. This time out loud. Hypocrite indeed. Bokuto just huffed but stayed thankfully silent. Instead, he tightened his arms and I swear it was the sudden movement that made me drop my head on his shoulder. Nothing else.

"What am I going to do now?", I asked no one in particular. Bokuto still answered with a whispered "I don't know.", before going silent again, giving me silent support. At this point my head was spinning so much, Bokuto's strong torso – is he working-out? – was the only thing keeping me upright. At least my nose wasn't overwhelmed with the clinical smell of disinfectants anymore but filled with the somehow calming scent of forest after rain. It didn't even smell unnatural at all, so Bokuto is probably not even wearing aftershave or perfume. What my soulmate might smell like? Do I even want to know? I mean I should, it's my soulmate after all. But what if he is an asshole or I don't like him? A soul bond is no guarantee for nothing. And he probably just lost his real soulmate. My mind added helpfully as a reminder of what I learned with Suga and Oikawa yesterday. What would happen, if my soulmate doesn't want me?