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 FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY THREE
00:01 in the early morning
"ARE YOU SURE?" It was Oikawa who asked that, his fingers intertwined with Sora's. He was holding onto his soulmate like he was a prayer he couldn't be without. It had taken seven years and one week for them to be in the same room as each other, let alone touch, but Oikawa had known it was only a matter of time before they were finally together again. Their souls had always been connected. Their lives would always weave together and create a rich tapestry of what was lost, then found. "We don't have to."
Sora glanced at the door of his bedroom.
He knew what Oikawa was asking. All five of his soulmates were looking at him, hesitant, tentative, not wanting to intrude.
Sora gripped Oikawa's hand tighter.
"Yes." There was something so significant about that single word it put a hitch in their breath.
Sora pushed the door open, and they all stepped in. It was a flurry of movements, hands clasping tightly, hair flying about like tiny birds trying to escape from a cage. They shrugged off their jackets, tossing them on the floor, throwing their shoes against the walls like they hadn't done this before, touching, reaching out, touching, laughing, crying, smiling. It felt like centuries ago when they could all breathe normally around each other once more.
It wasn't just Sora and his soulmates—it was the entire universe. The world was expanding, getting bigger, brighter, and warmer. Every person, every object, everything that made the world a living thing pulsated around them.
It was overwhelming but in a good way. The same way the sun shone through an open window when a storm brewed up over the sea or when a sunset burned across the sky after a cloud had moved away. The feeling was familiar; this was how Sora and his soulmates always felt.
Like home.
Like coming home.
"Come here, loser," Oikawa said, grabbing Sora's shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. His lips were wet with tears, his eyes closed, and his arms wrapped around Sora's neck like a protective vice. Sora kissed back like he might drown if he let go, and Oikawa pulled back suddenly, eyes flashing open as he looked at his soulmate. He recognized the intent, knew it like it was part of his second nature.
Oikawa's eyes narrowed pointedly, and all Sora could do was smile gently, shake his head and kiss his soulmate like he was a breath of fresh air.
Oikawa hummed languidly, "There you go."
He took one step forward. Sora took a step back.
They repeated this dance of theirs, entranced by each other's gaze and the colours that blossomed outwards from their irises. A blend of blue and brown, the sea and the soil, merging to form a new life, a new promise, a new story.
