Mizuki Sayeko had never been fond of the whole 'soulmates' concept, not when her past warned her of the side-effects of falling too deep into the lucid, hypnotising trap. With piercing gazes, a stone-cold heart, would her soulmates ever get through...
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TWILIGHT FADED IN; the summer night luminescent amidst the starlight. The great white crescent shone brightly in the dark sky, peering down at the group gathered outside a school, bags over their shoulders, all prepared to go for what they hoped to be a fun trip they could learn and grow from.
"Oh, man! Oh, man!" beamed Hinata, eyes wide with amazement and glee. "Taking off in the middle of the night is pretty exciting!"
"Well, you guys were late last time."
"Being an idiot must be nice," Tsukishima commented snidely, a jaded expression on his face. "You can even sleep on a bus."
"What'd you say?!"
Mizuki snorted silently as she looked through her bags, making sure she packed everything for their week-long stay in the city. Although she was quite anxious, Mizuki knew that this would be the perfect time for her to figure out what the fuck she wanted — what would be best for her.
The team boarded the bus with Hinata bouncing inside. He plopped into the seat beside Mizuki with a cheeky grin, having called dibs earlier to sit with her. The lavenderette took out her book, not surprised when the ginger passed out quickly, head tilted to the side and drool slipping past his lips along with faint snores. Mizuki's lips curled into a gentle smile, and she took out one of her portable reading lights, attaching it to the back of her book and illuminating the words printed on the page.
Music drifted through the air, breaking the serene silence bestowed upon them. Their blonde coach connected his music to a speaker and played his songs in hopes that it would keep him awake for the duration of the tide. Unfortunately, his music taste wasn't the best.
"This song sucks," she remarked, finding herself unable to formulate better synonyms. One thing about Mizuki was, when she got tired, her manner of speaking changed drastically. Her brain couldn't function as well as it usually does in the morning so it consumed minimum amounts of energy at all times.
Ennoshita, who sat beside his soulmate in the seat behind them, overheard the lavenderette. He chuckled lightly. "Well, you got to admit, it's pretty catchy."
Mizuki flipped a page in her book, her eyes assimilating the words on the page and imagining the scene in her head.
She replied, "the bubonic plague was catchy, that doesn't mean it was any good."
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They arrived at Shinzen High sometime in the morning, half of the group either exhausted or over energised. Mizuki, who was unable to transcend into slumber due to her nerves acting up, slowly climbed out of the bus. She blinked repeatedly, attempting to eliminate sleep's hazy grip on her.
