Drizzles of a Symphony • Semi Eita

❥ fifteenth drizzle.

❥ Soulmate AU; Where your soulmate gets a mark on his skin, the moment you fall in love with him.

• Semi x Een •

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Love was never easy.

If it was, it would be as common as two eyes on a person.

What makes it so special is because of the hurdles a person had to go through for the sake of the person they loved. At least, that was what I believed.

But as I walked back up to class with the note in my blazer pocket, my head feels so dizzy that I could barely stand.

When I reach class, Hichimiya and Tendou begin to flail their arms around. I walk up to them and see that they have Semi cornered, a confused expression on his face.

"I know, I know. Sheesh, I'd pair up with Een even if you guys didn't stick around." I hear him say when I reach the two.

"Ooooooooh."

"Satori, Hichimiya. No."

Hichimiya gives a salute, smiling brightly at me. "I stayed here to shoo away anyone else who might want to pair up with either of you."

"We had a count of four. Sheesh, you both are popular people, it seems." Tendou adds, waving at us. "We'll see you guys later!"

I knew that I would be ready to kill a person if those two didn't end up being soulmates. Hichimiya and Tendou were so perfect for each other, and I think everyone around us had started to notice.

Semi finally looks away from the two and turns to face me.

"Yo."

"Hi," I greet, taking the seat beside his. "Thanks for being my partner for today."

"Of course." He responds. I find myself smiling a little when Sayaka-sensei comes inside with a huge plastic bag.

"Class, we're gonna be making home decor products today! The best three will be selected by the school to be put up for bidding, in the cultural festival!"

"Bidding? Like, we're gonna get really rich?!"

"You might!" She goes on, opening the bag and taking out a bundle of wool.

"This is the main product you have to use, though."

Groans spread throughout the class while she places a basket filled with multicoloured wool rolls, and Semi and I exchange glances. He looked as unmotivated as I felt.

"Please tell me you can make something girly with this."

"Stop being so sexist, oh my god," I whisper back, running a hand through the wool. It was soft and the material was perfect to make a potentially aesthetic dreamcatcher.

When I suggest this, Semi slams his head on the counter.

"This is why Home Economics is my worst subject," He groans.

As we begin our task, we look up videos on youtube as we followed the instructions. In ten minutes, Semi was struggling with getting fabric glue off from his fingers.

"How am I supposed to play with this crap on my hands?" He wants to know.

I am not even halfway done with the first loop when I prick my finger for the fifth time.

"Will you please stop being so clumsy?" He hisses, snatching the circular hoop from me. He then tosses a wet tissue from the cabinet and watches me pressing it against the blood oozing from my index finger.