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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JUNE THIRTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN
08:52 in the morning
"THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED." The first thing the four heard was Kunimi's voice, loud and clear over the silence of their apartment. Morning had just come; the sun was still sleeping away in the east, its soft pink rays casting long shadows across the floor.
Kindaichi looked up, brows furrowed. He hoped he heard his soulmate wrong.
"What?" Kunimi dropped a magazine onto the breakfast table, where they were all sitting having food and drinks. On the front cover was Sora and his girlfriend—well, fiancee now—celebrating their new engagement with a late-night dinner date. A screenshot of a video that went viral was also on the front, showing Sora kneeling down and staring with what could only be lovey-dovey eyes at Mikayo.
"They're getting married," he repeated.
Hurt sliced through their hearts like a knife, the cold, hard realization that their soulmate was no longer within their reach, the betrayal that this person who once swore himself to them was gone. Kageyama stared at the magazine blankly for several seconds before blinking, trying his best not to let his emotions show. He had thought he'd been getting better at masking his feelings, but after everything that had happened recently—he wasn't doing the best. Kageyama sighed deeply and rubbed a hand over his face.
"There's nothing we can do," Iwaizumi exhaled shallowly. He rested his arms on the table, his shoulders hunched and trembling. Then, all too soon, he straightened his back. He needed to be the strong one here. "All we can do is be happy for him and move on."
The rest of them had no choice but to agree.
Still...it wasn't as easy as he made it seem.
How could they move on when their last soulmate was with someone else? And not just that, happy with someone else?
Kageyama soon left, heading to his training session. Oikawa opted to skip out today, calling his coach and letting him know he was taking sick leave. Kindaichi and Kunimi left later, leaving to go to their lectures. Iwaizumi stayed behind. He ditched his classes to remain behind with Oikawa. God forbid that idiot did something stupid in his grief.
They sat together in silence, moping in their own way. More often than not, Iwaizumi kept an arm around Oikawa, his form of comfort. Oikawa didn't say a word. He just dove deeper into his deprecating thoughts.
Kindaichi and Kunimi drifted from each other throughout the day, finding excuses to be alone and submerge themselves in work.
Kageyama practised until his bones hurt. Not his muscles. His bones. Until the very marrow embedded within ached.
