✨10,000 Little Love Letters✨ ~soulmate amaguji~

~a day in the life of korekiyo shinguji~

the calming yet gentle aura of an early morning.

or -- the pitch black of the fading night, if you're korekiyo shinguji.

no one in their right mind would wake up so early; however, korekiyo had a routine that needed to be followed. plus, the mornings were peaceful. the dark of the night fading into bright, pastel colors as the boy works on tidying up his uniform. as he spends hours on the appearance he works so hard to maintain.

in all honesty, he'd rather be in bed. the sheets were warm, a sense of comfort he could never get from anyone else. of course, the bed was painful to lie on, but that's not what mattered. he was lucky to have a bed, as his sister so often reminded him.

korekiyo shinguji was lucky to be alive.

but was he really?

no, he was told to be lucky by everyone around him. as if he should be fortunate that no one tossed him to the side of the road by the time he took his first breath.

korekiyo sighs, brushing through his stark black hair, watching it flow through the brush's bristles until not even a single knot remained. his vanity was littered with bright red lipsticks, eyeliner tubes, and many things to cover and improve his appearance. photo frames of him and his sister shattered or broken, the ones that weren't were x'd out with the exact same lipstick.

"i said i was sorry..." he mumbles, picking up one of the picture frames with his rough, bandaged hands. the emotion wasn't exactly sorry—more of an uneasy feeling.

next to all of the portraits laid a few scattered letters, all presumably sent to korekiyo by his soulmate.

the soulmate was a cheerful, socially awkward boy from what he had deducted. it was a surprise; gay soulmates was a rare occasion. a close friend of korekiyo's paired up with a hyper, energetic soulmate without even realizing he was anything but straight.

the tall boy sighs, running his hand over a letter that was sent yesterday. the handwriting was a mix of both very messy, yet neat and curly. his soulmate was quite a deep sleeper, letters often only being sent in the afternoon with a "good morning! :>" scribbled inside of them. korekiyo wonders if he was a nuisance sending his so early in the morning.

yet, he picks up the pen and gets to writing.

"to my dearest soulmate,"

was that too much? maybe so.

"apologies to be awaking you so early, but i wanted to check in. how have you been?"

he wipes a strand of hair out of his eyes, already growing frustrated as he attempts to write a formal message. korekiyo wasn't the best with conversations, and it showed.

"i'm hoping it's well... the morning is quite beautiful, though i observed that you enjoy to sleep in."

creep.

"not in an odd way."

because that helped. great job, genius.

"the sunrise was gorgeous today... maybe try taking a close look at it one day? the colors are always bright and vivid... it makes a nice sight as i get ready. and... i could use something to calm my nerves today. school is starting up today, and--"

seriously? talking about your problems. get it together.

"...apologies. that doesn't matter. i'm aware that many schools start again today, so i hope that your first day treats you well."

the boy stares at the bottom of the page, empty and white. waiting eagerly for black ink to be scrawled nervously against it. although there were no words that came to mind.

sincerely? too formal.

best regards? lame.

love? too fast.

"- your soulmate."

perfect.

a soft sigh leaves his lips, folding the letter away neatly into an envelope, dumping it into a small box by his bed. the soulmate in question would see it soon enough, he hoped.

hoped... prayed even.

there was actually no way to tell if your soulmate was still alive the next day or not. it was a rare occurrence, though a real one. one of his classmates, a short boy with the name of ryoma, had lost his soulmate. he had only realized once no letters came back to him, and none of his letters had been read.

and some personal conversations had been exchanged between both of them.

the soulmate often talking about how he had bad anxiety, bad thoughts, a difficult home life, etcetera. it was only natural for korekiyo to worry. though, he was sure there was some worrying on the other end.

worries started to cloud his mind until he was disrupted by a small chime.

your message has been read!