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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APRIL SEVENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY THREE
23:11 at night
SPRING WAS THE SEASON of sky-bright miracles, of new beginnings, of slow regrowth and rebirth, of life-giving rains and dawn like the rising sun. It was the season to celebrate and to praise, to sing and to dance under the trees, on the meadows, by the lake, in the gardens, on the grass, on hillsides; it was a season when all things were renewed with hope — when there was no sadness or sorrow, no heartache.
"Remind me why we're here?" spoke Sora as they trudged through a row of trees shrouding a park they grew up in. Sora hadn't been here in years, more than ten now, but the chorus of green that greeted them felt familiar.
"Don't be impatient," Oikawa tutted, "You'll get your answer soon enough." The air smelled sweet from the blooming flowers— the kind of sweet smell that reminded one of spring's warmth, of spring's promise, of spring's hope. "We have to go this way, right, Tobio-chan?"
Oikawa looked towards Kageyama, who nodded his head. "Yeah, it's just ahead."
Sora held back a petulant huff as he followed his soulmates around a bend in the path, his feet digging into the soft soil. They seemed so happy— how could they not feel happy at the thought of being back at home in Miyagi?
The six of them had returned for a visit, introducing Rin to their respective families. Sora remembered how excited his soulmates' family were to see them together, like before, attached by the hips, tight-knit.
Mai and Tadao, Oikawa's mother and father, were currently taking care of Rin. Sora and his son were staying in their guest bedroom (his parents had sold the house they used to live in, so he was stuck crashing elsewhere). Oikawa had all but forced them to, anyway. He said something about a surprise, and they agreed.
What this surprise was, Sora had no clue. He had always been impatient, diving head-first into stormy waters. But Sora had learnt now—how to be patient, how to wait and take his time to appreciate the things around him instead.
"Shittykawa," grunted Iwaizumi, almost tripping over a tree root. "You better have something good planned. If not, I'm going to kill you."
Kunimi agreed with a twitch of his nose. "I'll help you bury his body."
Instead of arguing with them, Oikawa tipped his head back and laughed. He turned to look over his shoulder, his brown eyes bright, sparkling with something unknown. "You'll love it." He smiled, lips spread wide. "I promise."
