Soulmate AU: you have a map imprinted on your arm that leads to your soulmates general location
Tags/ Warnings: GN! Reader, Not the cleanest one-shot that's for sure (Be warned)
Word Count: 596
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Summer break. The time most teenagers ended up hooking up in someone front yard.
I'm not kidding.
Summer was the time of year people went outside to try and find their 'one and only'. That's because it was warm out and they wouldn't need to worry about being out in the cold and not being able to see the map on their arm.
But really, I'm not kidding about the hooking up thing, teenage hormones, what do you expect?
Well, the summer of your third-year in high school, you and your friend (F/N) decided that you both would go on a walk to find your soulmates.
It didn't work out well. (F/N), who was fairly sporty and liked jocks, (sorry if they're not) ditched you half way to have a make out session with her new built, brunette boyfriend.
They couldn't even be half decent or modest about it.
So now here you were, a lost teenager, farther away from her house then expected, trying to understand the chicken scratch of a map on your arm.
"What the hell is that supposed to be?!"
Needless to say, the marking on your arm didn't look decent either.
Walking the streets of Miyagi, you could see the forgotten clothing of hormonal teens everywhere.
Summer break was like some massive orgy fest.
As you kept walking, you were hoping more and more that the mark on your arm didn't lead you to a strip club.
It happened sometimes.
At this point you had given up on the map and started walking randomly.
Left.
Right.
Forward.
Ignore the strip club.
Left.
Right.
Oh, look more clothing and erotic moaning.
Left.
Right.
You were lost and you knew it.
You felt like a 4-year-old alone in a grocery store.
You hated this whole situation.
You didn't get how parents dealt with this.
You absolutely ha—oh was that an ice cream parlor?
Your face lit up at the sight of the double scoop ice cream made of plastic, mantled above the door of the parlor.
Walking into the store, you immediately wished you had some sort of sweater.
Maybe you could have picked up that purple one from a block away, too late now.
Looking at the various flavours on display, you shyly looked up at the tall boy behind the counter.
"Could I have a (flavour) please?"
The boy was, well tall for one, but also built and had tan skin.
"Hmm, oh sure," he said, grabbing the scooper, he used it to pick up the ice cream and place it in a cone, "Trying to get away from the mayhem outside?"
You looked up from your hands and grabbed the cone he held out to you.
"Oh, ya. My friend and I went out to find our soulmates, but she ditched me halfway when she found hers and started to have a make out session with him."
"Really? My friend left here a while ago to go find his soulmate. He left me here alone while everyone is out there hooking up."
You took a glance at him and smiled slightly.
"Playboy?"
"Playboy."
He smiled.
"Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you."
"(L/N) (Y/N), the pleasure is all mine."
Well, at least you know it wasn't a dick drawn on your arm.
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This took me soo long to write because I kept laughing and couldn't type properly.
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Updated: 01/17/2021