Golden Touch (Bokoaka)

A strange line of events

Akashi POV
The concert starts.
They played one of akaashi's favourite songs first; a good omen. They talked to the audience, akaashi liked that about concerts. For him it  made it feel more personal. Plus he wasnt one  talk to people often, so it made a change

As it always is with concerts, as the show went on the rowdier the crowd got. In fifteen minutes they were moshing and akaashi was getting thrown around, following the flow of the crowd.

Then it happened.

Half way through one of the songs, the guitar was banging out the chords of the chorus and every one, including akaashi were jumping around and dancing, just having a good time. Then a fist went up. But instead of going straight up it went right into akaashi's jaw.

It's like it was in slow motion. His head was pushed back and teeth clashed together uncomfortably, drawing blood from his lip. He held his jaw for a second or two in shock, angrilily eyeing round for the offending hand.

A man with grey and white streaked hair turned round scsnning the crowd until his eyes fell upon me. He look at me guiltily and apologetic.
"I'm so so sorry" the man shouted over the music, waving his arms round nervously as he stepped closer. His tounge piercing sparkling in the strobe lights and the glow of soulmates touching as he talked, his yellow eyes glimmered in the darkened room.

"It's ok" akaashi murmured louder than usual so he was audible over the noise. Averting his eyes from the not bad looking man at the last moment moodily. The stranger nodded a slight smile on his face and turned back to the band.

Akaashi's eyes  lingered on him still.
He was wearing a festival tshirt that accented his shape and muscles, shorts with cherry red doc marten boots accompanied by  stripy socks poking out the top. He had a variety of tattoos dotted around his arms and legs. Akaashi finally pried his eyes fron the man and back to the music in front of him.

The rest of the concert went smoothly. He watched the final encore and followed the crowed out after. He waited outside in the bustle of concert goers and tried to call a cab, tapping his foot on the pavement. He glanced at his phone, no service, Typical.

He decided he would walk for a while until had some sort of signal on his  dying phone.

He passed a darkened shop window and saw his reflection as he passed. short curly hair was plastered to his head with sweat, his tshirt was ruffled and a golden glow tinged his jaw. His eyes widened.  That idiot that punched him was his soulmate?!?!!

In this au everyone wears doc martens oviously