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

~an unbearable, lonely kind of love~

!rantaro POV!

"viraha."

i sigh, already quite confused. class just started, and yet i'm lost.

"a hindi word used to describe love created from separation."

the teacher scribbles it down on the whiteboard, soft squeaking from the marker filling the classroom. she doodles small hearts around it, a cheesy touch to an already cheesy word. and love from separation. possibly the saddest kind of love. a longing kind of love, where all you want is to be held by someone. to feel someone. to feel something.

the unbearable, lonely kind of love.

the love i knew all too well.

i recall back to this morning, and how my soulmate never responded to my message. i was hoping, praying he was okay. that he's enjoying his classes, and meeting new people, and studying well. i'm sure he's alright -- it's just nerves. who knows? maybe he got bored of me. maybe i'll find someone here. who said i have to end up with my soulmate anyways?

i feel a sharp pain on the back of my head, looking down to see a small, crumpled piece of paper on the ground. i pick it up, reading over the familiar handwriting.

"ur hopelessly gay. we can all tell ~"

i roll my eyes, scribbling down a few vulgarities, tossing it back at kokichi. he raises an eyebrow, writing back. rather than tossing it to me, however; he tosses it at miu.

"amami."

the classroom goes dead silent, the only sound being the soft paper crumpling as miu stuffs it in her pocket. 

"yes... miss?"

she gestures me to go outside of the class. and of course, all eyes are on me; the awkward tension stabbing me like needles. i run my hands through my hair, fluffing it up a bit as i walk into the familiar hallway. i could hear soft bustling of the other classes, the squeak of my shoes against the linoleum floors. slumping against my locker, i put in my headphones. the soft music fills my ears, a shuffled assortment of everything i adored.

take a look around the room...

music was my love language. music and little notes. maybe that's why the soulmate thing was so popular?

love comes wearing disguises.

i never really understood why soulmates were so popular. why they must stay anonymous... 

how to go about and choose?

i close my eyes. the hallway is near silent, soft squeaking and footsteps being overcome by the melody.

break it down by shapes and sizes.

the footsteps grow closer. almost an intimidating feeling. i close my eyes tighter, blocking out the excessive noise that rings throughout the corridor.

i'm a man who's got very specific taste.

"raro?"

i open my eyes, looking up to the same, mysterious man i had seen earlier. his hair was like twilight, swishing gently around his curves. bright, amber eyes meet mine; a stark contrast to his light skin tone. like a small porcelain doll. he towers over me, however, his presence isn't scary, rather welcoming and kind. 

"...raro?"

you're just my type.