Omg Your Sibling Scara Is The Cutest!!! Could You Do Some Head Cannons Of Them When They Where Younger?

Omg your sibling scara is the cutest!!! Could you do some head cannons of them when they where younger? Like how they would spend time together like collecting flowers, ingredients, stuff like that? ❤️

SAGAU BUT YOU DESCENDED EARLIER THAN EXPECTED

❀ synopsis: the sacred scriptures stated that 6000 years from now you would descend to Teyvat once more. Thousands of years passed and it's now 200 years until you descend. Little do they know, you defy the holy scriptures and descended 200 years earlier than what was prophecized, just in time for Kabukimono to find you homeless and broke.

❀ notes: guys I still haven't made it to Inazuma so please bare with me on this one. And also keep note since the reader is the "divine creator" they are immortal in this headcanon.

❀ pronouns: they/them

When Scaramouche was left behind by Ei he didn't have anywhere to go and continued to wander mindlessly in the woods. Soon he found a small pavilion and decided to stay there to shield himself from the rain. Most of his days consist of sleeping and exploring to find any sort of fruit to get his hands on. But one day when the rain was pouring the sky split open and a human falls from the sky. It was only for a second before it closed again.

He rushes towards you when you fell harshly to the ground, he observes you for a moment when he saw your strange attire. How did you fall off the sky? Why did you fall from the sky? Did your mother leave you here too? He quickly leaves his trance to bring you under the pavilion with him since you might fall ill.

Most of his days consist of staying with you on the beach side. He would sometimes follow you around like a duckling when he notices you exploring since he has nothing better to do anyway. When you sleep he would cuddle onto your side and stay there for as long as you're unconscious.

he thinks you're strange, he doesn't understand why you would touch his hair or pinch his cheeks when all he did was sit down and do nothing. And sometimes you would educate him on things he didn't know about. His favorite moments are when he would lay himself beside you while you tell him stories about another world.

He wants to thank you for all that you have taught him, but finding exquisite gifts in a place far from civilization is hard. So most of his gifts consist of giving you flowers or helping you cook by finding ingredients. You had to save him from electro slimes more than once its not even funny-

When the both of you made it to the village of Tatarasuna he always asks for your assistance in helping him with basic needs. Most villagers would look at both of you and consider you siblings and Scaramouche would agree. If you clarify to the villagers that you two are in fact not siblings he would be dumbfounded, you don't consider him as your brother? But you both have been living together for a long time! A-are you going to leave him soon then?

His habit of sleeping beside you never passes, if you both have separate rooms he wouldn't be able to sleep. Not when the nightmares of you leaving haunt him every night. So when your fast asleep in the middle of the night Scaramouche would enter your room and shake you awake, claiming he had another nightmare again and asking if he can sleep beside you. If you don't wake up he will cuddle beside you anyway, holding you tight before sleeping himself.

After the two betrayals he would consider you as one of his ONLY trusted allies, he would never tell anyone that he considers you as family. What if they use you against him? Or worse, what if they try to get close to you and you abandon him for them? He can't risks that.

Once it's known that you are actually the Divine Creator of Teyvat it now makes sense to him why you fell down from the sky all those centuries ago. But he wouldn't treat you any different, so what about his sibling being the almighty creator? They are still his family, he wouldn't subject you to high expectations. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be overprotective. Cause now you have all these new responsibilities, plus your clingy pets- *cough* excuse him- acolytes are always with you, and he barely gets to spend time with you! And it infuriates him to no end.

Why can't they just leave him and his sibling alone? He was the first person you met when you descended, so what right do they have to think they can take you away from him?

"You don't need to be around those bumbling idiots all the time. Just ditch them and travel with me. I know a place where those pests won't follow us."

that's cute

[Baby Fever] ft. Ushijima Wakatoshi

wc: 400

noos's notes: thinking about making a Baby Fever series! this is Ushijima's version of this

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You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back. 

“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks. 

You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers. 

“Come in?” he asks. 

You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms. 

“Who’s this?” 

“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.

Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly the his little snores.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him. 

“What.” you laugh. “What are you looking at?” 

Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful. 

“You’re in a good mood,” he states. 

You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit. 

Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider. 

“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts. 

“Is that what this is about?” 

“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.” 

You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it. 

“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”

He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.” 

He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body. 

“What are you doing!” you laugh. 

“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.

Helpless

Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Quickie. Anxiety.

Authors Note: Reposted.

You’d always known your soulmate, in a weird sort of way.

The two of you were on opposite sides of the globe, casually doodling patterns across each other's skin while the other slept. It had become painfully clear in childhood that the two of you didn't speak the same language; with the help of your mother, you’d figured out that it was Japanese at least.

Unfortunately, you’d lived in a poor, rural part of america, so finding the money or place to study the language had been something far beyond what your family could do at the time.

No, it wasn’t until you had gotten a sports scholarship to college that you’d managed to slip it into your curriculum. Needless to say, the thought of finally managing a conversation with your other half, after many years of speaking almost exclusively in doodles and broken English, made your heart swell uncomfortably in your chest.

Even better, you finally knew his name. Well, how to say it.

You’d memorized the kanji years ago, despite having no idea what it meant; you’d been a bit overeager to finally hear it spoken aloud and ambushed your professor on the first day of class. He’d been amused when explaining the details to you, and thus, the first thing you’d learned to say in proper Japanese was Kozume Kenma.

Kenma! You’d written it on your wrist, hoping to garner the man's attention since you’d figured out that he was a bit of a night owl; sure enough, a small smiley face appeared beside it to indicate you had his attention.

With the help of your Japanese teacher, you managed to write your phone number on your forearm; the little :O Kenma doodled in response before your phone pinged with a laughing emoji made your heart flutter. Your elderly professor patted your shoulder before heading to the front of the class to begin his lecture, and you added your soulmate to your contacts.

* * *

“Y/N--” His sentence came out a bit too quick for you to effectively translate and you felt a pout forming on your face as you tried to keep up. Seeming to realize the issue at your prolonged silence, you heard Kenma laugh softly before saying, in english:

“It is nice to hear you.” Melting, you murmured your agreement; with that, he went back to speaking in Japanese and you just listened to the sound of his voice, flopping backwards in bed with a beaming smile on your face.

* * *

“Do you work?” You’d gotten better at understanding him over a months worth of classes, but Kenma was kind enough to use English as often as he could. Apparently he’d had mandatory English during school, but he’d been a lazy student, and after years of being out of high school, he’d gotten rusty with what he did know.

“At the University Library, yeah! My housing is covered on my scholarship, though, so it’s primarily for groceries and stuff.” You could hear the sound of gunshots in the background and realized he was playing video games while the two of you talked; with a grin, you shifted the topic to him and found yourself delighted when he went off on a small tangent about the latest feature of his current favorite game.

You’d never really been interested in video games, but anything that got your normally soft-spoken soulmate to ramble automatically got a thumbs up in your book.

* * *

“Come see me.” You choked on your water as you crossed campus; the sound of his sleepy voice making you shiver pleasantly despite nearly coughing up your lungs.

“I can’t afford that.” You’d laughed after a moment, and his husky chuckle had you pausing to lean against the nearest brick wall.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Thats, like, a thousand dollars minimum, a-and I don’t even have a passport; I couldn’t just--”

“Y/N,” Firmly, he interrupted your polite denial. “I can afford it. Let me do this, please.” Clearing your throat, you promised to think about it before using your next class as an excuse to escape the weird tension that had formed; as you hung up your phone, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to still.

You also started checking your schedule for next quarter and the details of your scholarship in the hopes you could take some time to leave the country; tentatively, you sent him the details on a flight that would work that evening as you settled in to sleep.

* * *

After jumping through about a million different hoops, you managed to get your passport; Kenma bought your ticket for the upcoming winter break, and since you'd never seen snow, your other half insisted he'd take you further north than Tokyo.

"You'll love it." He promised, all eager whispers and quiet laughter. The end of the quarter seemed to drag on, after that, and the closer your flight came the more anxious you got.

What if he didn't like you? Or, worse, found you unattractive? Sure, you guys had sent selfies and done the occasional facetime, but you'd learned the moment you got a cellphone what angles worked best to make you look more appealing and now it was second nature. Was that cat-fishing? Were you cat-fishing your soulmate?

You tried not to overthink it.

* * *

After a miserably long red-eye flight, you landed in Japan.

You weren't entirely positive what half the signs said, but with the help of google and a phone call to Kenma, you managed well enough.

Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke--

You were literally trembling when you made your way towards the exit, scanning the crowd subtly for any sign of your soulmate. One hand gripping your suitcase hard enough you were positive the cheap plastic was seconds from snapping as the other pressed your phone to your ear.

You saw him before he saw you, and the world seemed to move in slow motion.

"Oh no you're gorgeous." You hadn't meant to say it aloud, but watching the confused -- and then surprised -- expression flit across his face before he began searching for you more avidly made you smile a bit.

When his gaze met yours from across the room, you were suddenly way too hot and very much regretting the black hoodie you'd thrown on; his sly little grin as he approached, hanging up the phone call, kept you frozen in place.

"Thank you." He murmured, smiling a bit gentler as it became clear you were too flustered to formulate an appropriate response.

"You're pretty cute, too." The compliment made you let out an undignified squeak before you cleared your throat and tucked your phone into your pocket, debating what kind of greeting would be appropriate. Should you hug? Shake hands? Oh God why was this so awkward?

Making the decision for you, Kenma wrapped his arms around your shoulders, tugging you against his chest with a small, contented sigh. You promptly returned the gesture, clinging to him a bit as your nerves slowly began to settle.

"C'mon, we can grab some takeout on the way home." He yawned and turned to lead the way; you murmured your agreement and followed obediently.

* * *

You kissed him.

To be honest, you didn't mean to, but he was pulling his hair out of that messy bun he'd worn and for some reason he just-- looked so good right then and he was right in front of you. When you pulled away, wide eyed at your own audacity -- what if he was, like, ace or something, and you'd just seriously overstepped? It wasn't like you guys had really talked about such things -- you could have sworn you heard him mumble "thank god" in his native tongue before he tugged you forward into another kiss.

The needy whimper you let out as he rolled you onto your back -- one arm bracing him over you on the couch as the other slid underneath your shirt, fingers ghosting across your heated skin -- was a bit embarrassing, but he just smiled against your lips.

"My pretty little soulmate." Kenma teased, bumping his forehead to yours; you curled your arms around his shoulders as he stared down into your eyes.

"Yours." His golden eyes widened at the soft affirmation, letting out a breathless laugh of surprise.

"Always yours." The promise seemed to cut whatever thread was holding him back; with trembling, hurried hands both of your clothes were discarded blindly. Your kisses became feral -- a clash of teeth and tongue and need -- and he let out a soft hiss when you shifted to mark up his pretty neck.

Honestly, you were pretty sure that your underwear was literally shredded as he sought out your soaking core. He didn't bother prepping you after a quick swipe of his fingers revealed that you were just as eager as he was; as he slowly sank himself into you, he murmured soft praises, one hand coming up to caress your cheek gently.

Kenma kissed you as you began squirming at the stretch, brushing the moisture that had gathered in the corners of your eyes away with slender fingers.

"Beautiful-- so fucking perfect--" He groaned, finally settling all the way inside you; your nails dug into his shoulders when he grinded against your fluttering walls.

"I love you." You mewled and he stiffened in surprise before melting against you, arms looping beneath you to press the two of you impossibly closer as he slowly began thrusting into your heat.

"I love you too, Y/N." His chuckle against your ear -- in addition to the abrupt change in tempo as he began to piston in and out of you, somehow managing to brush against you in just the right way to have sparks dancing over your vision -- was enough to send you over the edge in a matter of minutes.

Kenma cursed softly as your body clamped down on his cock, a quiet whine passing his lips as he chased his own high; when he pulled out and finished on your stomach, the two of you collapsed together in a mess of tangled limbs.

"That… wasn't how I planned on doing this the first time." He admitted, almost shyly, and you laughed.

"Oh, you mean a quickie on the couch?" At your teasing he groaned and rolled off of you, tugging you up with him.

"Let's go shower off so we can do it right." At that, you outright cackled, letting him tug you along to the bathroom with a blush.

✧ Soulmate!Sakusa x Reader; You are Karasuno’s manager and, unfortunately for the both of you, very popular among those in your year.

➳  A/N: This is so fluffy and nothing like how I usually write, but it was fun!! Thanks for the ask!! (: <3

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𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎, 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔

" he got me good, got me so damn good!♡

featuring ー regis adri floyen

summary ー in which regis loves and adores you so much, but what he loves, even more, is fucking you dumb on his big dick and filling you with him over and over.

warnings ー sex addicted! regis, multiple rounds, regis be packin', size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, cumming inside, lots of kissing, love-making & belly bulge.

lati ー y'all know i'm starting to get back into manhwa, and also bc i'm fuckin' thirsty as shit and regis is hot so uhh,, enjoy me going feral over a dilf lmao,,

ー PRAISE KINK !

regis' breath becomes heavier and hotter as your hot white-stained insides squeeze and suck him in even further, your back arching forward as he drives himself deeper inside of you.

you drive him crazyーhe loves you so much that it borders on the lines of unhealthy, but regis simply can't bring himself to care. he can only focus on the way that your body hotly envelops and accepts his own as if you were made for him and him alone. ah, the thought sends his heart racing, and those emotions and his pleasure blend to a climax.

" ( name )..i love you..love you..i love youー!" not enough, it's not enough for regis, he simply wants more of you, more until he can no longer tell where you begin and he ends.

" so happy, 'm so happy, you make me so happy ( name ).." he hisses and moans, the overwhelming love for you in his heart pouring out like a broken dam. " i loveーuummhーyou..'m so happy i met you.."

" ..i love you too regisー!" your words are cut off as he pushes and drives himself deeper into you over and over, repeating the same pace as if it's the only thing his body can even remember.

regis knows that he's not the best with words, he can't even tell you the depths of his love and how much praise he truly wishes to give you. it hurts him to not have any bit of ability to praise you in ways that he knows you deserveーyou've done so much for him, made him so so happy, and yet here he is, fumbling with his words. and all while the two of you are so intimately connected.

but at the very least, he can show you how much his body craves yours as well, wanting to feel your skin against his like a drunkard with alcohol.

" again...again, let's go again..i need you again.." yes, regis needs you as if you're an intoxicating and addictive drug, tempting more and more. and like helpless prey, he only falls harder, sinking into you and fucking you through the exhaustion, even if he can't possibly cum inside you anymore.

he wants to drown in you.

ー LOVE-MAKING !

" so pretty, so good.." regis keeps his hands tightly intertwined with yours, squeezing and gripping with such intensity that his body might meld with yours if he keeps this up. " i love you so much ( name )..'m so happy..♡" being embraced like this feels so good, it might really drive you crazy..

" s..stop..'s embarassing..!" god, the way his baritone and smooth voice whispers and babbles out endless love and praise for you and you alone has your heart going into overdrive. but it was seriously embarrassing, too much for you to handle. you couldn't really take compliments very well.

" sorry my love, it's justー" his lips dance across your skin, sucking and kissing at the firmness of your shoulder. " ーi'm so happy. i think i might burst from happiness.." another gentle push of his hips and you shakily moan in response. you want to let go of his hand so you can wrap both of your arms around his broad shoulders, to hold onto him and squeeze him tighter against your body until the two of you become one.

" so pretty, so beautiful.." regis pulls his head until his wavering blue eyes meet yours, so much love and adoration in those ocean eyes. his once pale cheeks are now flushed a deep dusty red, his skin dripping with sweat from the heat that overtakes his entirety.

he oozes a swirling mix of love and lust, wanting to cherish your bare body with everything he has to offer but wanting to fuck you through this haze until he can't spill himself inside anymore.

" how'd i ever get this lucky?" regis rolls his hips into you and your entire body shudders as his huge shaft rubs and pulses inside your hot insides. but his eyes never leave yours, gazing so deep into yours that a part of you is scared that he might be staring straight into your very being. " i wish we could do this forever my dear.."

it feels good, it feels so good, and regis loves you so much, enough to always crave you in such a perverse manner. but you don't care, you love the pleasure so much and wish it could never end. you want regis to love you and fuck you forever, drown you in pleasure and those adoring words until it was all you could think about.

" ..may i kiss you..?" his breath fans across your face, hot as a desert wind, but you don't even care. he's probably already on the verge of just kissing you suddenly, but he still has some sense in that thick head of his.

you decide to give him a responseーweakly pushing your head up and melding your swollen and plush lips against his own, and you moan as his taste melts into your mouth.

it all becomes an overwhelming haze.

ー MULTIPLE ROUNDS !

regis think he might really burst open.

he'd been fucking you endlessly for so long, so much time had passed since he'd sat you on his lap and kept your body pressed against his toned and battle scar-riddled body. just the feel of you so intimately close to his own has his mind drowning further in its lust and love for you.

" ーgis..can't..'m gonna breakー!"

" it's okay darling..one moreーghhnnーjust one more..!" hissing, regis squeezes his arms tighter around you, causing you to squeak in reaction and quickly tapping the back of his neck. he grunts, but quickly loosens his hold on you, if only by a bit.

creamy white coats your inner thighs, sticky and slick like honey, and regis feels the burning itch to scoop it back inside with his fingers but swallows down those urges. he'd done it so many times, so many times he'd pull orgasm after orgasm from your body, and you'd let him, moaning his name like perfect incarnate.

he knows he shouldn't keep fucking you for this longーhe has duties to attend to and a duchy to attend to, but all of those worries fade away as soon as he's sheathed inside of you and fucking you like some kind of sex-crazed maniac. but he can't help itーnot now nor ever. if it were up to regis, he'd keep his cock sheathed inside and continue fucking you over and over.

it's a shame that regis can't really see your face in this position, with you sitting on his lap whilst he pounds up into you, but your mouth is ever so perfectly close enough to his ear, and he can hear just how good you're feeling too.

" too much..'s too much..rーregis..iーi can'tーnnghhii!" he feels guilty for pushing you over the edge and beyond for so long, but a small part of the swordmaster wants to keep going, to keep you dazed on pleasure until you're just as drunk on pleasure as he is. " ーeird..my body's feels weird! r..egis..wーwait..!"

regis hisses when you grind back down into him in reflex as another orgasm assaults and builds up in your body. him too, he's so close so quickly, and he wants to burst at the same time as you, as strange as it sounds. you hadn't minded before, so he can share this feeling with you at the very leastー!

" 's okay darling..just one more, i promiseーuugkkh! j..ust one moreー!♡" again and again, regis wants to cum with you over and over, even if it drives him insane. he doesn't want to let you go, not now or over, now so sweetly close and connected with you.

" it's okay sweetheart..you're doing so well..just one more..♡" he murmurs sweetly against your sweaty skin, and with a few ruts of his hips, he spills and releases inside you once more.

ー SIZE KINK !

" too big, iーit's too big..'s no more roomー!" sobbing, you toss your head back into the bed as regis finally bottoms out, the entirety of his huge shaft snugly stuffed all the way inside your wrenched open hole. it was too big, seriously, you were gonna die..!

" rーregis..you're too big..! 'm gonna really dieー!" no matter how much you dig the base of your feet into the bed, it does little to shake the overwhelming feelings that assault your body, and you just helplessly moan as regis silently watches the little struggle.

" shh, it's okay my dear, it's okay." soothingly, regis squeezes and rubs at your waist, his fingers and palms sending electric sparks throughout your belly with each stroke. " you're doing so well for me. i'm so proud of you..♡" he begins to pump into your hole, your walls fluttering and tightening around him as your hips meet and leave each other.

sucking in a shaky breath, you just squeeze your thighs around his waist as he shallowly thrusts into you, barely rubbing and grazing any of your sweet spots.

" deep breaths sweetheart, deep breaths, you're doing so well for me." regis murmurs oh so sweetly, still keeping the same slow pace as he lovingly gazes down at you like a precious treasure.

god, how was he even this big..?! he was absolutely massive and yet he'd been so oblivious to it, being so surprised when you'd started sobbing as soon as just the tip was buried inside your walls. but he was still sweetly comforting you, whispering out words of encouragement and love.

" ..i'm all the way in here.." extending his thumb, regis begins to press down and rub at your belly, and when you glance down, you understand why. a small bulge that prods up and raises your belly up just ever so slightly. oーoh..

" amazing..i'm barely even fitting in.." his big hands squeeze your waist as his pace begins to pick up, not letting you escape from his grasp and keeping his huge dick all stuffed inside.

ー CUMMING INSIDE !

" so much...'s so much regis.." you choke back hiccups as the feeling of his thick heavy cum fills up your belly and his once sloppily rapid pace becomes a much slower one. your stomach feels full, and regis' big cock isn't helping one bit, only further pushing the thick globs deeper inside.

" ahーapologies my dear.." regis was getting addicted to pleasure, pushing your knees all the way back to your chest, his cum now beginning to swell up and spill out from the confines of your hole. he was so so big, and his balls were so heavy, having smacked against your skin each time he'd driven himself inside. " it just felt..really good.."

" iーit's okay, you haven't done this in a while." shakily moaning, you glance up at him through dewy eyes and weakly attempt to push your hips back against him but to little avail. it doesn't go unnoticed by regis, however, and he softly chuckles at the cute attempt.

" ah, i'm sorry, did you want more?" it isn't even a teasing questionーhe's genuinely asking, waiting for your response even if it were to be shaky and weak.

" yーyes..pleashe.." he warmly smiles down at you, silver locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and giving him an unkempt appearance, but fuck, he looks so hot like this. you've got the regis floyen right here, his big hands pushing your legs to your chest as he fucks his cum deep into your greedy little hole. it's an accomplishment in itself.

and he starts moving languidly, rolling his hips back and forth into yours and shaky moans leave your mouth with nothing stopping themーlike broken floodgate letting loose torrents of water.

" rーregis.." he hums in response, lifting his head as his silver locks drape and hang like icicles in a bitter winter. and those crystalline blue eyes peer down with so much love, so many sweet emotions that could give one a toothache. " ..pーplease..cum inside more...pleashe..fill me upー!♡"

" i.." he falters, your words clearly having such weight to him and starting another fire in his loins. " aーas you wish..my dearー!♡"

you remain beneath regis with his cum nestled deep inside, his big hands gripping and pushing your legs back as he drowns your mind and body in endless pleasure.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[ sakusa kiyoomi ! soulmate au ]

it had been years since your own soulmate has rejected you. due to the nature of the message, one would assume it was cruel, but you couldn’t help but find it so despite how how your heart crushed when you had first seen it. it was simple and clear, the only sentence they had ever written you.

i don’t want a soulmate, please don’t contact me. sorry.

there were no conversations shared after you had responded with a simple ‘got it,’ and waited a few moments, making sure to give them time to view it before you erased the words to prevent the way your eyes seemed a little blurry every time you saw them.

when you had explained the situation to your friends, one of them looked you dead in the eyes, their eyes wide, and questioned how you seemed too nonchalant. they questioned if you understood what that had meant, that you would be alone forever, and you simply shrugged.

it wasn’t as if the situation didn’t affect you. of course, within all years you grew up, you tended to feel a little upset when you watched how other soulmates seemed so in love, how they completed each other upon first sight when the person made to love you didn’t want you, and of course you cried here and there, but one fact remained.

there was nothing you could do.

you weren’t going to pathetically and desperately try to change their mind. you had enough faith that if they changed their mind, they would grab a pen and make the first move themselves, especially since you were no longer kids.

you weren’t going to ruin your own life over someone you didn’t even know, so instead, you held your head high and moved on, and all your efforts were enough to let you intern and work with the manager of the MSBY black jackels. after talking with the lady, who seemed so overworked that you weren’t sure the salary could even be worth it, you found yourself finally standing in front of the team.

“guys, this is [y/n]. they will be sitting in on practice for the following two weeks, please don’t bother them.”

you offered a polite smile and a wave. “hello, it’s a pleasure meeting you all. if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

the exhausted manager proceeded to introduce them one by one, and while they were all very attention grabbing, your eyes only lingered more than necessary on one who coincidentally happened to be staring at you, eyes wider in an emotion you couldn’t make out.

sakusa kiyoomi.

it took you a few days to get comfortable with the overly chaotic team and it didn’t take long until atsumu finally brought up the over-used question that no longer made you flinch. “so, have you met your soulmate yet? they’re one lucky motherfucker.”

you almost snorted at the irony. instead, you hummed in disagreement, purposely acting unaware of how sakusa actually seemed to be interested in the conversation for once, how he immediately stopped his actions, eyes set on you as he watched your ever move as you scrolled through instagram. “flattering, ‘tsumu. i haven’t.”

the ball of sunshine that was hinata tilted his head curiously, eyes wide. “woah, do they live far? how come you haven’t met them yet?”

“oh, they rejected me.” you stated calmly, voice clear of any emotions. everyone seemed to freeze and you could have sworn you heard sakusa suck in a breath loudly, but you glanced up and offered a smile. “it’s fine, please don’t worry! it happened years ago, i’m already over it.”

atsumu blinked. “so… does that mean i can ask?”

meian immediately smacked the back of his head, apologetically glancing at you, but you only let out a light laugh. despite how the faux blond was very rude at times, you thought it was nice for him to ask first. after all, you had uncountable encounters where you hadn't even finished your answer before you were bombarded with rude, nosy questions. "yeah, i don't care. what's on your mind?"

immediately, miya, hinata and bokuto were slumped in front of you, legs crossed and attention undivided. they reminded you of little kids waiting for a reward, and you couldn’t help the small amused smile pulling on your lips as you shut your phone, taking note of how sakusa stood behind them, leaning on the wall with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

“when did it happen?”

“i was ten.”

“did it hurt?”

“like physically?” you snorted, your amusement growing when the three nodded quickly. “no, it did not. it hurt a little emotionally, of course, but nothing physical.”

“what are you planning to do in life without a soulmate? will you fall in love with someone else?” bokuto gasped curiously, leaning closer, and you raised an amused eyebrow.

“contrary to popular belief, romantic love isn’t everything. i think i can survive alone, bokuto.”

he pouted. “that sounds so miserable, though! i have no idea what i would do without my keiji, [y/n]! how are you still alive?”

meian immediately pulled the athlete up with a scolding frown, but you let out a small laugh. “you can’t exactly miss something you never had, you know?”

“but still! i—“

“enough, you mannerless little shit.” meian sighed tiredly, shooing the two other athletes out as he dragged bokuto outside. the room was now empty with the exception of you and sakusa, and considering the man had never spoken a word to you before, nonetheless did anything but frown at you, surprise was an understatement to what you felt once he quickly took a seat in front of you, replacing the others with an even more distressed expression than bokuto had a few seconds ago.

“can i ask you a few questions?”

you blinked in slight surprise, then slowly nodded. “sure, go on.”

he swallowed harshly. “what— what would you do if your soulmate suddenly just wrote to you?”

for an odd unidentifiable reason, the question felt even more personal than any question you had ever asked before as you tilted your head in slight thought. “well, i would give them a chance.”

he frowned. “that’s stupid. they broke your heart, rejected you before they even knew you and you would give them a chance that easy?”

you stared blankly at sakusa, who seemed to realize his words immediately and grimace, swallowing harshly. “sorry— fuck. look, it’s just…”

he groaned for a second before he buried his face into his palms hopelessly and you resisted the urge to reach over and pat his head in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, your intense confusion distracting you as you patiently waited for him to continue. after a few seconds, he finally sucked in a breath, looking up with exhausted eyes and a frown.

“i may have rejected my soulmate when i was young and i’m too much of a coward to actually contact them again because why the fuck would you give your soulmate another chance after they rejected you? fuck, i have been through hell and i’m the one who made the decision!”

you blinked once, then twice, slowly registering his words, before shrugging. “i think that’s just because you’re a coward, sakusa.”

he pouted. you thought the sight was adorable and you ignored the sudden urge to squish his cheeks, mentally scolding yourself. you had more important things to focus on other than how utterly adorable he was.

“what have you got to lose?” you hummed, leaning over and resting your elbow on your thigh, your cheek resting on your palm. “you already said it yourself, you feel like hell. are you going to live the rest of your life simply wondering when you have the chance to change it and fix what you ruined as a child?”

he groaned loudly. “what if they weren’t as forgiving as you, [y/n]! what if they reject me?”

“well, they would have the right to, obviously,” you started, deadpanning. he visibly sulked, and you mentally groaned at how affected he was at this. why couldn’t your soulmate be anything like the attractive man regretting all his life decisions in front of you? you truely had the worst luck. “but, at least you wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and even if they do reject you, they would probably take it back after a while, anyways. you’re soulmates, dude.”

he frowned as he considered your words, before he nodded slowly. “okay. fuck, okay, what’s the move?”

you blinked. “why are you asking me that?”

“you’re coaching me throughout this.” he stated blankly, and you would have immediately told him that you were definitely not qualified for that if it wasn’t for the fact that his hands were shaking. you sighed, reaching over and grabbing a pen from your pocket before you held it out. the way he immediately grabbed it without even bothering to satanize it first showed you how stressed he was, so you calmly stared at him until he huffed, looking up. “okay, i can do this. tell me what to write.”

you shut your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a tired sigh. this was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided on this job. “give me a minute to think. any prompts?”

“you’re too slow, i can’t wait anymore.” he hissed, and you heard the pen cap fall on the ground. you snorted loudly, ignoring how your arm suddenly felt a little numb.

“well, you certainly had no problem waiting years.” you muttered humorously. however, there was no remark from sakusa and you finally forced your eyes open when you noticed how quiet it was, your gaze falling on a wide-eyed sakusa, lips parted in disbelief. and to your disbelief, his gaze wasn’t on his arm, it was on yours, where there was suddenly a neatly scribbled sentence.

would you give me a chance if i asked?

it was silent for a few seconds as both of you stared blankly at your arm before you managed to swallow harshly, lifting your gaze up. once your eyes met, you couldn’t help but crack a wide grin. “well, are you going to kiss me or do i have to wait a few more years?”

your laugh echoed through the room when sakusa nearly leapt over to reach you, his lips silencing the noise as he held you desperately like you were to disappear, and every moment before his touch suddenly felt as miserable as bokuto had described it.

‘i have no idea how i was alive without this either, bokuto.’