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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THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Mizuki watched the boys' match against Ubugawa, a faint smile tugging at her lips. With her arms crossed over her chest, she watched as the boys left the court dejectedly. They lost the game, but one look at the scoreboard told everyone that Karasuno were crawling further and further to the top.
They were changing; evolving.
Once their afternoon training sessions came to an end, Hinata was quick to latch onto Mizuki and claim her as his for the evening. Groans echoed, and glares were thrown his way as the other boys headed over to their own courts.
Hinata stuck his tongue out at his soulmate who wanted the analyser to help him with his tosses. Kageyama grumbled under his breath, turning to ask Coach Ukai for help instead.
The human exclamation point grinned smugly.
Dragging her over the third gymnasium, Hinata practically forced the older third year to watch him and the others play. Mizuki didn't particularly mind it. It was a good time for her to actually pay close attention to her soulmates — well, three of them, anyway.
The game commenced, and all the boys knew that Bokuto was showing off. Knowing that his final soulmate was watching him increased his focus and he played sharper than many had seen him play. Every time he got in a good spike, his cheery attitude amplified and his eyes darted to Mizuki. One smile of acknowledgement from the lavenderette had him practically vibrating with glee, lips stretched from one ear to the other.
Currently, the group was taking a short break from their practice match. Mizuki handed the boys their respective water bottles with a gentle smile, happy to see her little crows practising their butts off.
"Here you go," she said, handing Akaashi a dry towel, noticing the sweat droplets sliding down his face quite close to his eyes. Oh, how they shined, those blue hues iridescent under the artificial lights of the gymnasium; the envy of any midsummer night sky.
Akaashi pulled the bottle away from his lips, accepting the towel. "Thank you," he said, dabbing the towel on his face. Mizuki nodded, her heart skipping a beat when those heavenly orbs locked with hers. A soothing warmth expelled from the mark between her breasts, and she looked away, her gaze moving towards her other soulmate.
"Oh, by the way, when you're going one-on-one with a spiker," Kuroo began, using his arm to wipe away the droplets slipping past his lips, "don't try to block by centring yourself to their body. Centre yourself with their dominant arm instead."
"We are technically opponents as soon as we're in a match, right?" Tsukishima turned towards the male helping them out, giving tips of improvement on their form and plays. "Why are you giving us advice?"
