EXULANSIS ┊ o. miya

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EXULANSIS
CHAPTER 03 → *ANIMA
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*ANIMA - Soul; con anima: with feeling

another memory occupies the boys mind as he drifts into the realm of dreams.

he stands on a stage, a grand white piano with the brand "steinway and sons" engraved in gold right by the keys with no sheet music to be seen. the lid stands tall, almost at the same height as himself. he cannot see the crowd beyond him with the warm blinding concert lights that shone upon center stage.

a high school student plays for the audience of many who stood in the concert hall. they have h/c hair, the lighting complimenting their s/c skin. they wore long black bell sleeves that surprisingly didn't interrupt how they played, along with a long black skirt (or slacks, whatever you prefer).

beside the pianist stood a boy in similar attire with a violin perched on his shoulder as the bow glide across the strings with ease. he was a lot taller than the teenager in the chair, but he looked more pale in comparison.

osamu wanted to reach out to the boy, but by deeper inspection, his lips had been chapped and his eyes had no shine like every other person would have when doing something they liked.

the performance ended shortly after. the pianist stood from their chair, and faced the crowd of many. osamu, like every other dream he has of them, could not properly see their face. they stood next to the violin player, and yet without seeing the pianists face - he could tell they weren't smiling.

a loud rupture of applause and a standing ovation had been granted by the audience.

but next thing osamu sees is the taller boy dropping his instrument at his side, a string suddenly snapping and a silencing thud on stage - making everyone gasp and whisper in concern.

"makoto?"

"makoto?" atsumu repeated, digging down his breakfast quickly (and more messily). "hm.. i feel like i know that name from somewhere, but it's a common name, so i dunno."

osamu sighed, finishing the rest of his miso soup that his mother had prepared beforehand. "whatever, you're not any help." he pushed the wooden chair backwards, taking his plates to the sink. "i'll ask kita-san."

"yer the one who asked in the first place!" atsumu retorted, doing the same as his twin. "tch, 'samu, you're so annoyin'! always asking me 'bout your soulmate like i know who they are."

"i'm only curious, 'tsumu. like you, i don't see a strong future for me in volleyball."

"hah?! repeat yourself, what'd you just say?!"

"nothing."

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"so, you'll be swinging by later at practice?" suna asked as you two walked the second year halls of your school before classes started up.

"only because i don't wanna go home alone..." the only remotely close person to you was suna's house, but that was still about 10 minutes away by walking. the way you found out was nothing short of odd.

you and suna were paired up last year for a duo project in your english class. something about the french wars— or was it the british wars? oh well. long story short, you tried pestering suna about when and where you two could work on the project together. at this time, suna and you had barely become friends.

you ended up cursing the nonchalant athlete on your way home (a bit too loudly at that) and found the same boy in front of you about 5 or so meters away.

ever since then you and suna had walked home together whenever he didn't have practice or if you had student council. but most of the time, your meetings in student council would last as long as volleyball practices.

"could you get me a drink when you swing by then?" suna asked as he stopped in front of his classroom. you nodded with a smile. you and suna had frequently given each other vending machine drinks if one person finished up early. you didn't mind getting rid of your spare change anyways, it was always a good way to keep your coins in check.

"good mornin' suna! l/n!"

"no longer a good morning" suna sighed as he looked to the left of him. it was atsumu and osamu. you wondered how atsumu always had the energy to bother suna. "morning."

"i heard l/n is dropping by practice." atsumu poked your arm gently. "what could an all important council member want with the volleyball team?" osamu narrowly eyed his brother. "oh also-"

"one question at a time 'tsumu." osamu butted in. you chuckled, waving off atsumu's wave of questions.

"i'm just there to wait for 'taro. what was your other question atsumu?"

"do ya know anyone with the name of makoto?"

your eyebrows furrowed for a mere second before clearing your throat. "why do you ask?" atsumu pointed to his twin brother who had no idea he was going to go around asking people if they knew any makoto's. "there's a bunch of makoto's in japan."

"he played violin."

suna looked at osamu before looking back at you. your face noticably more empty than when you two walked to school together. "no.. i don't know any makoto's like that." you quickly brushed off before excluding yourself from further conversation.

'why would atsumu ask about him? rintaro wouldn't blab about my late brother.' you thought before heading into your class.

"now she hates you even more, atsumu." suna yawned.

atsumu scoffed, "blame 'samu! he heard it in his dream. w-wait- l/n hates me?!"

you sighed, setting your bag down beside your desk. you rest your head in your arms on the desk, closing your eyes. you try to recall your own dream that you had last night, though nothing really stood out about it.

there was a shiny, newly cleaned gymnasium floor. the laughter of children running around and being their best selves. a volleyball rolled to your foot, watching another child figure run up to the ball. a young boy who had dark brown hair had been playfully shouting at another child a few feet away. the child at your feet was dressed in a dusty blue whilst the other child was wearing a pale yellow shirt. though you couldn't see their faces, you could tell they looked very similar.

you watched the faceless boys play a small rally of volleyball, watching the one in yellow flunk a receive.

"you suck at this 'tsumu!!" the boy in blue complained

you bolted up from your desk, startling your desk mate who was trying to wake you up for the past minute or two. you stared at him with your mouth slightly opened.

"sorry, er.. class was starting soon and i didn't want ya to get in trouble with the teacher." osamu explained, carefully sitting down and placing his own things down. "bad dream?" however you couldn't stop staring at the boy with a dumbfounded look on your face. "l/n?"

you could never hear your soulmates name in any dreams you had, or well— you can't hear your soulmates name at all in the dreams. but you never figured it didn't apply to other names or nicknames.

and there was only one person in the entire world who was nicknamed "'tsumu" and there was only one person who called him that.

osamu freaking miya.

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a/n: osamu miya send tweet

no beta read i am balling out words