"I-I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's covered in blood." When you turn sixteen, fate gives you a way to find your soulmate. For some, you can see through their eyes, others you can taste what they're eating, or hear what they are currently hearing. Or, if you Hitoshi Shinsou, you only see your soulmate through his dreams, which he has come to terms a being nightmares. kidnapped reader!au

❝ 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈! ❞ No... I'm not talking about the story. I'm talking about the lives. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☼ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Some stories are made of sunshine and rainbows. Others are made of nothing but storms. But the best ones... Are made of sunshine and rain. After all... A rainbow isn't born from sunshine alone. It needs the rain, too. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☾ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Meet 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐞-𝐫𝐢𝐦 and 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨. Neither of them is the sunshine. Neither of them is the rain. Maybe they're both a little bit of each. Maybe that's why every coincidence feels a little too familiar... Every goodbye feels a little too heavy... And every meeting feels less like the beginning... And more like remembering. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☽ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Perhaps Minho isn't 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐. Perhaps Hae-rim isn't 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕. But maybe... Just maybe... Every lifetime finds its own Romeo and Juliet. 　　　　　　　　　☾ 　　　𝒷 𝑒 𝓃 𝑒 𝒶 𝓉 𝒽 𝓉 𝒽 𝑒 𝓈 𝒶 𝓂 𝑒 𝓂 𝑜 𝑜 𝓃 　　　　　　　　　☽

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤: 𝔸 𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤. "You should still come over...but leave your tools. I'm not a good neighbor if you only come over to my house for work", he suddenly suggested. You would've been shocked except you'd been caught off guard so many times today that you started to feel immune to it. The lack of shock made it easier to feel the warmth that flooded into you when he voiced his idea. "That sounds great. Should I...change?", you meekly asked, certain he understood what you were referring to. The purple-haired man shrugged as he asked, "What's the point? I already saw it. It's only a big deal if we make it into one." You smiled at his philosophy. "Lead the way, Toshi", you tried out the nickname you came up with while Hitoshi was away. The man raised an eyebrow at you but you spotted a forming smile before he turned and unlocked the apartment.

Raised in the underbelly of the sports world, Y/n played volleyball in cages, back alleys, and warehouses-where every serve was a weapon and every match could end in blood. She never had a childhood. Never had a team. Only orders. When she finally escapes, all she wants is a quiet life. A high school desk. A name instead of a number. She enrolls at Karasuno High, where no one knows her past. But shadows don't vanish. They follow. And the world she buried is clawing its way back into the light. To survive this time, she'll have to do more than fight.