soulmate | samo

soulmate

"what's a soulmate?"

sana ponders the question. momo had asked it out of nowhere and she wondered where it came from but momo always asked bizarre questions.

"me and you. duh!" sana laughed as she bumped their shoulders together. "well yes but like what is a soulmate?" the other japanese asked. sana sat down her phone and faced her best friend.

"it's like a best friend but more. it's the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else."

momo and sana were in the eighth grade when momo got in her first fight. the girl had been talking bad about sana and momo figured she'd be one horrible best friend if she let this continue.

"yah, what the fuck is your issue with sana?" she confronts the girl, anger burning in her eyes. sana was pulling on her arm, begging her to stop. "momo please. i'm okay," sana whispered and momo shook her head and glared at the girl.

"minatozaki can't fight her own battles? has to have her scrawny ugly friend do it for her?" the girl taunted and she wasn't quick enough to dodge the flying fist that was sent her way.

she fell to the floor, blood leaking out of her nose and tears falling from her eyes. sana eyes blown wide while momo's the absolute opposite, put into slits as she stares down sana's bully.

"this scrawny ugly friend just knocked your ass out. and i'll do it again if you ever say another word about or towards sana," momo spat before grabbing sana's hand and pulling her away from the scene.

"momo," sana mumbled but the older girl didn't answer, only continuing to pull her. her grip on sana's wrist was loose though, giving the girl the opportunity to pull away. she eventually linked their hands and interlaced their fingers.

"momo-yah. stop," sana said and tugged on her best friend's hand. momo stopped in place and let sana step in front of her, meeting her eyes.

"why'd you do that?" the younger japanese asked, linking their free hands together. thirteen year old momo stayed quiet, putting her head down. sana poured at the silence she received and tugged momo's hand again.

"why?" she asked again and momo sniffled. "she was hurting you, sana. i knew she was hurting your feelings with the mean things she was saying. you pretended like you didn't care and to everyone else, it seemed like you didn't. but i'm your best friend. i know everything about you. i know you better than anyone else, satang. you didn't want me to hit her but when i did, i know you were happy."

"that someone who makes you a better person. no, actually they don't make you a better person. you do that by yourself because they inspire you."

momo and sana were in the tenth grade when momo first broke her wrist from playing basketball.

"let's go momo, you got it!" a voice shouted through the crowd. momo turned from her spot on the court and spotted sana in the mix of people with a sign that reads "#5 on the court, #1 in my heart" and a shirt that says "momo's #1 fan!"

she smiles at her best friend, gives her a thumbs up and blows her a kiss. sana pretends to catch it puts it into her mouth, giving momo a sweet smile afterwards.

momo catches the ball and dibbles up the court. "shortstop! shortstop!" she calls out to her players as they get into position. she throws it the left wing before faking out and cutting in towards the basket. she catches the ball from her teammate and drives to the goal.

momo is then pushed hard from behind and lands on the floor, using her hands to break her fall. groans sound through the crowd as she hits the floor. she feels a sharp pain shoot through her left wrist and she immediately curls her left arm into her body as she yelps in pain. sana's heart drops as she pushes through the crowd and rushes to her best friend.