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Hanamaki Takahiro || Writings

requested by elvaanjani -- I hope you enjoy ^.^

soulmate au where anything your soulmates writes/marks on themselves shows up on your body (italics are writings on the bod.)

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 this hotel smells like butt and im pretty sure the sheets havent been changed in like a year

(f/n) let herself laugh at the writing that had appeared on her left arm, and she reached over to grab a marker so she could write a response.

Sucks to be you - our bed is super warm and cozy and doesn't smell like butt or old people.

(f/n) didn't add on the fact that the bed was empty and lonely without him, and she instead decided that she was going to play the supportive girlfriend card - she was happy Hanamaki's new college team was doing well enough to make it to the finals, even if that meant he had to be away for the two weeks of winter break for rigorous training.

Hanamaki took his time replying, but the reply he sent made (f/n) stupidly happy and sad at the same time.

guess im gonna have to cuddle with mattsun even though id much rather you be near me

Go ahead and cuddle Mattsun, I'll stick with this stupid teddy bear and your pillow.

They continued writing back and forth for a while until there was no more room, and then (f/n) was filling all of the small spaces with hearts - it was something she'd started to do when they were both too lazy to get up and clean their arms off, but she still wanted to communicate with Hanamki in some way.

Sometimes he'd color them in after she would draw them, kind of a response that he was talking back to her, he was completing his side of the conversation.

Yeah, it would be easier for them to grab their phones and call each other or even text each other, but this was something that was just their's, something that neither of them could share with anyone else, and it made (f/n) feel closer to Hanamaki in a completely weird sort of way.

She could call anyone, text anyone, but she could only communicate with Hanamaki like this, and it made drawing shitty hearts to each other mean more than it originally would. Plus seeing Hanamaki's crazy messy handwriting on her arm made her feel really warm, like she had what she needed to be okay when she was squinting to read the words he had written to her.

She grabbed a moist toilette from her bedside table and wiped down a spot on her arm until it was clear so she could write one more thing to her soulmate before she slept.

Goodnight, Takahiro. I love you so much.

The writing was followed by a heart, one that (f/n) actually tried on, and she was getting a response immediately.

i love you too (f/n) so much and i hope you sleep well

Hanamaki's was also followed by a heart, surprisingly nice compared to his messy handwriting - and while neither of them wrote anything else that night they certainly didn't get much sleep because they were alone.

*****

The next few nights were relatively the same - writing very little throughout the day while they both were busy, writing at night while they both were lying in bed, telling each other they love each other and then struggling to sleep because they were both stressed and restless and just needed to cuddle each other.

It was a few nights into it that (f/n) really just couldn't deal with it anymore, so she pulled out her washable marker and wiped off their earlier conversation from her arm.

I know we said goodnight two hours ago, but I just can't sleep without you here. I needed to talk to you somehow, but I didn't want to call you and wake you up or text and wake you up, so this will have to work for now. I know it's kind of stupid but I just feel like I haven't been able to really talk to you in the last few days, so I just want to tell you that I love you so, so much, and I really, really hope you're having the best time ever with Mattsun and all of your new teammates. I really can't wait for you to be home because then I will be able to sleep. Again, I love you so, so much, and I hope that you're sleeping well.

When (f/n) finished the 'letter' of sorts her hand was cramping and she had managed to cover almost her entire forearm in the words. She drew a few hearts around the paragraph and made sure it was all dry before she put away the marker back on her nightstand and turned over to try her hardest to sleep.

*****

(f/n) woke in the morning to her phone ringing, and she answered it without even looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"(f/n)," Hanamaki said through the speaker, and the tone of voice made (f/n) a little concerned - he sounded close to tears.

"Are you alright?" she asked, sitting up in bed.

"I wanted to talk to you but I didn't want to wipe off your beautiful message," he admitted with a chuckle. "It was nice to wake up to, and I was gonna write one back but, again, I didn't want to wipe yours off. So, when you get a chance, look at your right thigh."

(f/n) pushed away her blankets and pulled her sleep shorts up enough to reveal all of the words on her thigh. It wasn't as long as what she had written, but it was heartfelt in Hanamki's special way.

(f/n) you make me the happiest person in the world and when i get home we're not gonna move for hours that's a promise. I love you so much and I wouldn't be happier with anyone else as my soulmate.

(f/n) was tearing up, and she only remembered she was on the phone with Hanamaki when he started talking again. "I really do love you."

"I love you too, you dork."

Hanamaki was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I'll be home before you know it, and then you'll be wanting me to leave because I'll annoy you so much."

(f/n) laughed. "I would never get tired of you."

"Remember that next time you want to yell at me," Hanamaki said, the smile on his face wide while he talked.

(f/n) laughed again and nodded. "I will, of course I will."