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jzttrash · 6 years ago

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your soulmate au was so amazing!! Can I have one with Kuroo? I like the one where whatever you write on yourself shows up on your soulmate, can it be a little angsty (like not a lot at all) but overall a happy ending? Ty!!

Thank you love!! I’m glad you enjoyed it! :D I have one other SoulMateAU requested after this one, so I hope you look forward to that as well! Thank you for the request! - Admin Satori <3

Kuroo Tetsurou: SoulMate AU

What’s a skeleton’s favorite musical instrument? ……

You didn’t answer the skit scratch writing on your inner arm, simply seeing the dots slowly being added as the person on the other line tried to add to the ‘suspense’.

The Trom-Bone! :D

If the directors of The Office could see you now…. You let out a deep sigh before resting your head next to your arm, making sure you could still see the written words on your skin. A pain in your heart seemed to stop you from enjoying their joke. Stopped you from finding any kind of humor in your predicament.

Come on…. That’s not funny? What’s the matter?

What could you say? That you were tired of just… tip toeing around the subject? That you were tired of reading their jokes and not actually hearing them. You knew his name. You knew he was a he. You knew he was here in Japan. You knew the school he went to. You knew all the basics. And he knew all your basics……

So why hadn’t the two of you met, yet?

You, softly, traced your fingernail against your skin, under his question of your issue - Do you even want to meet me?

It was an honest question. You’d been able to talk with him, with Kuroo, for almost a whole two years now. You’d known about his likes and dislikes. His short fears and dreams. And he knew yours. His birthday was coming up. Would you see him for it?

There was no response on your arm within the time you decided to spare his childishness. Your soulmate didn’t seem to take this as seriously as you did. He was your forever, and yet…. You weren’t sure you’d ever see him.

Not that you explicitly needed him. He was just a part of your soul you’d like to have completed…. There was no other reason to really have a soulmate other than to just feel at ease… That’s why this soulmate marking was so…. Mundane to deal with. There was no love at first sight, there was no zing, there was no ‘i can’t see colors’ before meeting them. Those were all silly stories you’d read. All doubts and worries of every soulmate without their other half.

Your parents weren’t even soulmates. They’d grown tired of trying to talk to them all the time, the costs of flying to their locations and setting the mood alight to possibly start a relationship. Your mother had tried with hers… but had soon found he lived too far away - he didn’t have a good job - he wouldn’t be able to provide for her…. So your mother hand found your father, who hadn’t even bothered trying to find his soulmate…. And thus, you were created.

Now…. Now you really wondered if you’d just wasted the last two years on a guy who had commitment issues. Do you even actually care?

You knew he could see your questions. He’d been so ‘talkative’ not but a few minutes ago. He’d been nonstop with silly jokes that at first would make you laugh… but you soon found growing more and more tired of as it only proved further and further that he was not…. Emotionally ready for a soulmate.

Of course I care… I’d love to see you. To meet you…. Are you upset with me?

There wasn’t really any way for him to know your mood. Were you mad? Or were you just experiencing another low? Why hadn’t he come to see you yet? He was only a few miles away? Why hadn’t you gone to see him?

Because you were scared… Because you had given your first meeting a romantic rose colored light of his going out of his way to find and see you…

…

You slammed your hands on the lecture hall desk, your frustration rushing through your systems, sending adrenaline pumping through your body. I’m coming over. Now.

Kuroo stared at his arm with wide eyes, coming over? What did that mean? You weren’t exactly down the street. He was in Tokyo…. You were in Hiroshima - Almost a 5-6 hour drive away from each other… and you were coming over? What?

But you meant business. You were tired of dancing around it. You were tired of feeling like he didn’t want you; not that you even knew for sure if he did or not since… your parents were prime examples of SoulMates gone wrong. Those thoughts had plagued your mind since you’d seen the writing on your arm, the worry had eaten at your heart every day the two of you would converse with silly pictures or dumb jokes.

Hell, you’d even tried giving him your number so you could talk to him over the phone, to text him throughout your day, send each other pictures of the other so you knew who you were working with. But he was reluctant to accept it. He hadn’t texted you, called you, or even given you his number in return. On more than one occasion, you felt like you were being catfished in the weirdest way.

Which only pushed you to slide your train card in the machine, pushing the correct buttons a bit harder than they probably needed to be pushed, and getting confirmation of your train ride.

You didn’t care about the time it’d take to get there. You didn’t care if you didn’t know what he looked like. All you cared about right now… was getting to him. Meeting him. And deciding then and there…. Whether you wanted to keep wasting your time on his commitment lacking personality.

What do you mean you’re coming over? What? ________! Hellooo? Is this thing working anymore???

You had ignored the writing throughout your rushed, irritated, stomping to the train station. You’d ignored it as you’d bought your travel, and you’d pulled down your sleeve as you tossed yourself into a free seat in the carriage. The cushions were soft, and you leaned back comfortably, turning your attention to the window and outside world as the train slowly lurched into motion.

But now, as your frustration passed quietly…. You realized how… silly this all was. Impulse control hadn’t been something you were very good at. Especially when you were upset. Guilt tugged at your heart as you lifted your sleeve to see so many more questions than had been there half an hour ago. He’d been desperate to get your attention, he’d started writing on his hands, his palms, between his fingers…. Anywhere he didn’t think you were covered so you could see his writing - his worry at your silence.

So many questions - asking what train station, what train number, were you going by car, were you flying there, how would he know it was you, how would you recognize him, what would you do if you couldn’t find him at the station? So many questions, all valid and making sense, all good questions to be asking in the wake of your rushed decision…. Pulling you back down to earth to realize how sudden and kind of impatient your actions had been.

I’m really inconsiderate… huh? You felt your shoulders lower as you wrote your question, seeing his writing slowly disappearing as his skin healed from his light scratched questions. Can you blame me? You’ve been very reluctant to do anything with me…. So I’m bringing myself to you.

You’re crazy.

Your heart shook in your chest. Did that mean he didn’t want to see you? You weren’t worth his time? Did your lack of impulse control make him see you in a completely different light as to not want anything to do with you?

Why didn’t you take my number? While you were waiting for your destination, you figured you might as well ask the questions that had been hurting your heart to think about. Might as well figure out if you should just get off at the next stop and turn around or not.

I was scared…

You snorted and rubbed your face, shaking your head in disbelief before leaning it against the seat. “And I’m not? This isn’t one sided…” You’d found voicing your retorts instead of writing them lead to so many avoided issues…. From your end, anyway… It seemed Kuroo never really had a bone to pick with you - he seemed like an easy going guy. Even when you’d ask for advice, and then inadvertently do the thing he told you probably wasn’t a good idea… He never seemed to be irritated with it.

Maybe he just never wrote out his irritation, though.

The train slowed every so often, a stop for a few patrons to hop off and a few to jump on… Sweet young men and women walked up and down the walkway, offering drinks or snacks for the passengers long travels, little kids sitting or standing on the seats to look around the carriage at the passengers, smaller babies waving or cooing at any kind of eye contact thrown their way. Everyone seemed to be having a generally good day, traveling to their necessary destinations. Even the businessmen, slick in their tight suits, seemed to be having good days - talking amongst themselves or even chatting with a few unsuspecting passengers about the weather or whatnot.

Everyone seemed so happy. So excited for their lives outside this train.

Yet… here you sat, alone, bathing in your own nerves and frustration. A cloud of shadow seemed to hang over your head, even causing the employees to more or less steer clear from you. Your bad mood might be contagious, and they were having too good a time to risk it.

Finally, finally, finally, the train pulled to a stop. Your stop. Tokyo. Finally you were here. Finally you would be able to see him. Decide if he was worth it. Decide if your broken heart, broken friendship with him, could possibly be mended with a single glance from him.

You doubted it. You honestly did. Relationships don’t mend with a single glance. They don’t heal with a few ‘sorrys’ tossed your way. They don’t grow stronger with doubt and distrust emanating from one involved. You hadn’t brought anything with you, not a purse, not a backpack… Nothing. You’d been in a rush to get to the station, to get on the train, to get into Tokyo.

But where would you start? This city is so massive. It’s huge. So many people walking about. So many bodies pushing around. So many voices blending in with each other, conversations seeming to interrupt others as you slowly made your way into the main building of the station. A quick potty break and you were looking down at your arm.

I’m here.

That’s all he’d said. Not where he was. Not a text with his picture. Nothing more than confirmation that he’d shown up. You couldn’t help the little leak of relief that calmed your heart; at least he’d come to the station.

What is this? Where’s Waldo? But the relief didn’t last long before your irritation warmed your cheeks, finding his cheeky confirmation more nerve grating than gratifying.

Ah, but I’m not wearing any stripes~

That’s it… You officially hated him. A done deal, you were done.

Turning on your heel, thinking maybe he’d be by the food - you remembered him talking about eating a whole 4 bowls of ramen in a race with his best friend - you immediately stopped. Messy black hair?

Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your writing. Did you see him? He looked up from his arm, glancing around at the people around him, not seeing anyone out of the ordinary. Though, he didn’t have long to look around before a hand was grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his head down.

His lips met a soft pair, his eyes closed for the impact of something else, but flying open at the feel of the gentle kiss. Gentle, but passionate. He pulled away almost as quickly as the kiss had started, “Uh - excuse you, miss, but this isn’t some free-“

“God, you really do have messy hair….”

Words caught in his throat. You lifted your arm to show your written question on your arm, slowly fading back into your skin, and he glanced down at his own arm, seeing your question slowly fading back into his skin. “Oh….” A red bloomed on his cheeks, his golden eyes glancing back at you with a sheepish glint, “________…” He cleared his throat, “Uh, little eager, huh?” The smirk that curled his lips was doing something funny to your heart.

You bit the inside of your cheek, letting your hand slowly trail down from the back of his neck down to rest on his chest, looking up at him with a slight pang of rejection in your heart. His gold eyes stared down at you curiously, not understanding the furrowing of your eyebrows, or even the pink that rushed down your neck under your clothes. You sniffled, stepping back from him, hiding your hand back in your jacket pockets, acting as if the cold were becoming too much.

“Two years and that’s being eager?” You rolled your eyes, leaning a bit back from where he still stood stock still, “Guess this really was one sided…” You muttered under your breath, your disappointment coming out in little puffs of air in the cold. Kuroo just barely heard you, his heart lurching in his chest, about to explain why you were wrong in feeling like that before you were suddenly bowing your head. “This was obviously a mistake….” You apologized, “I was impulsive, and foolish… to think this would be worth it.”

“Wait-“

“Just pretend we never talked, okay? Just go live your best li-“

Kuroo didn’t give you a chance to finish your goodbye, his hand had grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. He’d ducked his head and pressed his lips against your open, almost protesting, ones in a warm kiss. You were taken aback. Didn’t he see you were trying to leave? So why were your arms slowly wrapping around his neck, why were you leaning into him? Why were you letting his kiss warm you to your core, letting his hand push against your back to hold your ever closer?

Only a few seconds did the kiss last before he was pulling away, again, and kissing your forehead, “You just got here, _____. You really think a few seconds of my awkwardness is a fair determination?” He smirked against your forehead, feeling your breath come out in a gentle puff against the hollow of his throat, “Give me a chance, yeah?”

Had you been too quick to judge?

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