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You're Soulmate? (Makoto x Reader)

I am so fucking sorry for this.

Also forgive me for writing this in first person. It was easier that way.

In this world, you are not destined to walk around aimlessly looking for the person you love.
You already know who it is.
Well, at least you know their name.

From the day you're born, a name is imprinted in your brain. One that you simply can never get out. At first you won't understand what it means, but when you finally figure it out your whole world changes. You begin to wonder how many people by that name you have passed by in your years in life. Have you mistakenly turned down the person you were destined to be with?

This name, is the name of your soulmate. The person you will be with forever.
From the time you wake up, to the time you die.
All you think about is that name.

I don't particularly remember the first time I heard the name Makoto. I think I just used to brush it off, because it was unimportant. To a six year old, getting the constant reminder of the name Makoto in your head daily meant nothing. And it would mean nothing for the first twelve years of my life.
By the time I hit ten, I knew what the name I kept hearing meant, but I didn't care about it. I was ten. Do you really think I cared about my soulmate? Not in the slightest. It wasn't until the beginning of middle school where I encountered my first love did I start to care.

His name was Carson. A baseball player for the high school. I thought it was so cool to be dating a kid that was a few years younger, even though I knew that he wouldn't be the one I was with forever.
The only reason he got with me was because of my name.
It was his soulmates name.
But I in fact, was not the person his life was planned out with.

I fell in love with the way he treated me. The boy treated me that I was a little piece of sunshine that he built in a tool shed. Everyday he would walk me home, and give me tender kisses at the door. To a twelve year old this seemed like heaven.
But everything went down hill when he met another girl with my name. They had discussed their soulmates names and it seemed as though they were a match.
That night was a bad night.

I strictly remember him calling me on the phone asking me all these questions.
Questioning my well being, my mood, how much I loved him. It didn't make sense.
But then it all came crumbling down when the question was asked?
"What's your soulmates name?" He mumbled into the phone. I didn't answer.
"What is your soulmates name, Y/N?" At this point he was mad, and yelling. And when I told him, the yelling didn't stop. He complained about wasting a good six months of his life on a girl he was never going to love. My heart nearly shattered at every word. Here I was believing that there was someone who fought against the voice in their head. Believed that love ruled out that stupid voice in your head.

I was wrong.

That was five years ago. Now being seventeen, I fully came to wits about the name in my head. Makoto. He was the one I was going to fall in love with, whether I wanted to or not.
My family moved out of America two years back, and I constantly worried about the fact that maybe Makoto wasn't located in Japan. What if he was back home? And now that we were moving to another location in Japan, the worries quickly came back.

I wanted to stay in one location, have my soulmate find me in a state that I was happy. Being seventeen and now having two moves, I was less than happy about anything. Especially the fact that I would now have to deal with the struggle of making all new friends. Something that I was no naturally good at to begin with.
I sprawled myself out on my bed, and sighed. Tomorrow would be a day to remember.
Iwatobi here I come.

My eyes scanned the map of the school that the secretary had handed me. "This is useless!" I said to myself. The school had three layers, and was huge compared to any school I had even been in. I tucked the piece of paper into my bag and continued down one of the seemingly long hallways.
Before long I found my class. The lecture had already began, and I felt my nerves start to kick in as I realized I would have to interrupt. My hand stayed holding the door handle for a while, before I finally opened it up. As assumed, every eye landed on me all at once. My face flushed, as I tried to ignore it.

"H-Hi..I'm Y/N." The teacher was already informed that I would be joining the classroom, and directed me to the seat which I would be in for the rest of the year. Not two seconds after I sat down, did a blonde haired male lean over his seat to talk to me. "Hi.." He mumbled. "I'm Nagisa Hazuki. Nice to meet you, Y/N-chan.." You turned your head to look at him, a small, warm small coating your face. "You too, Nagisa.."
The class flew by. In the time that they were in there, the blonde haired boy did not shut up once. Even when the teacher asked him too. Only after being asked did he shut up, but two minutes later he would be right back at it. Even the teacher gave up eventually.
I gathered my stuff as the lunch bell rang, and headed to the locker that I had not even seen yet. It was a pale blue colored, and seemed to be dented in from a kick. I sweat dropped as I examined it. It opened with ease, and I dropped all the stuff I carried in. Within the rush I had this morning figuring out my uniform I totally forgot to bring my lunch, so the cafeteria food would have to suffice.
Before I got the chance to even close the locker myself, a hand came up to close it for me. The person who did it was lucky my fingers still weren't in it. I turned around in anger only to be greeted by three unfamiliar faces, and then one that I knew all to well already.
"Y/N-chan!" Nagisa yelled. "I just wanted to offer you to sit with us. We usually go up to the roof and enjoy the outside time that we have." I tried my best to smile at the boys words. Even though I appreciated his offer, I kindly declined. All I wanted to do was walk the school grounds and figure this place out. I wouldn't eat, just simply explore.
I apologized to the other people, even though I didn't even know their names. With that I walked away and kept my distance from the boy for the rest of the day.