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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AS THE DAYS PASSED and the boys' training increased, Mizuki found herself losing quite a bit of sleep — well, that was an understatement. Between studying for her finals and attending volleyball practice, Mizuki's night time shortened, especially since she tended to spend some time texting her soulmates. The bags under her eyes were slowly returning, a faint darkness that never quite disappeared.
Don't get her wrong, though. If Mizuki truly wanted to, she could fix her sleeping schedule; shorten the training sessions, shorten her studying periods, shorten the amount of time she texted her soulmates. The problem was that Mizuki tended to be a creature of habit, and she had already implemented everything into her routine (that included the lengthy texts she'd get at night).
Mizuki was, in all, quite content.
Running on five hours of sleep wasn't normal for her, but it didn't really disrupt her activity during the day. She slept in on the weekends, so that made up for it, right? Mizuki knew it didn't, but she disregarded that fact.
As long as she didn't pass out, it was fine.
The pitter-patter sound of water droplets colliding with the ground comforted Mizuki. Her eyes lazily looked outside, chin resting on her palm. Steady and soft, the rain peeked into the class, pressing as close to the glass as it could, bright, curious grins on its faces.
Mizuki droned out the world, tuning out the voice of her teacher, the scribbles of lead on paper, the numerous whispers shared between friends. Her muscles relaxed, the weight on her shoulders lightening. The scenery that resurrected vividly and the fragments of the day she can't return to projected itself in her eyes. The smell of the outside. A warm chest pressed against her back. The cool breeze of the night. The twinkles of the stars. The breathing of five people. The scenery changed.
Her scenery was changing.
A buzz in her pocket broke the trance she acceded to. Mizuki slipped out her phone, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.
koutarou bokuto I'm bored
keiji akaashi You shouldn't be on your phone, Bokuto-san. Pay attention in class.
kozume kenma ur on your phone too
keiji akaashi Only to reprimand you. Put your phone away and learn.
koutarou bokuto But I don't understand anything :(
keiji akaashi Perhaps try listening.
Mizuki could practically see the sarcasm dripping from his words.
mizuki don't be so mean, keiji. how can we help, koutarou?
