I've just realized that i've achieved 1k reads. Thanks I guess. I mean, I really don't know what to say~ I personally don't think it's good, but I didn't necessarily come here to keep people entertained. I came here to let out my artistic frustrations. I am happy to keep people entertained though ;D.
In this, you are out of high school. In fact, you've been in college for 3 years and are on vacation. Hanamaki has been there for 4 years, making him your senpai by 1 year. He is also on a break.
Physical contact gives you instant access to their name, age, etc. But the writing does not transfer anymore.
I could not find a single quote for this amazing 3rd year, and It frustrated me to no end. He's my favorite from Seijoh and I should have gotten around to writing this earlier, but it's here now :P.
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You sigh as you look at the wall of your dorm. Half of your holiday break is over. The first half was spent partying with Hajime, who was currently your roommate. You had accidentally signed up for co-ed dorms, resulting in you meeting a certain spiky haired brunette. As angry as he could get, you couldn't deny that you held a special love for him. You have been sharing a dorm with him for 3 years after all!
But anyway, lets swivel back to your current predicament. Ah, yes, you were bored. Not just bored, it wasn't that simply explained. You are extremely bored. Insanely bored. Monumentally bored. You would talk to your soulmate, but alas, they've decided to go incognito for the last 4 1/2 years. You guys used to talk nonstop in high school, exchanging excellent places to find memes, helping each other cheat on exams. But they just disappeared at the end of your 2nd year! Just poof! Gone! Like they never existed! You'd write on your hand and arm nonstop, even going as far as drawing a cartoon d*ck on your forehead and hiding it with your hair! Interestingly enough, you went to go look at your forehead in the bathroom and saw that it was quite smudged. You had grunted in satisfaction before outlining the picture in permanent marker. You sauntered out of the bathroom with your hair neatly laid over your forehead before going on with your day.
Of course, you've felt quite lonely without him, but you'd live right? Your an independent woman! You don't need no man! (Make sure to say that sassily. It sounds better 😂) As you were snapping your fingers in a sassy way Hajime opens the door to your dorm, alerting you to his return. You walk to the front door to welcome him back from his classes. It was great to see him so lively and refreshed since he dropped volleyball! He had dropped it during his 3rd year of college, which was your second. His friends had all dropped volleyball in their second years and apparently were trying to start a band. Hajime finally yielded after a year and joined, and the band was actually quite popular. You could never quite remember their name though, resulting in Hajime having to constantly remind you.
"Hey (F/n), we're doing a show at Oikawas college. The rest of the band already goes there, so I've got a 2 1/2 hour drive to get there." Hajime complained. You knew of Oikawa, since he was Hajimes soulmate, but you didn't know anyone else in the band as you had never gone to one of his shows. He held up a ticket to their concert and set it on the counter. Ah, that's what there and was called. UnStable.
"Here's a ticket if you want to come. It starts at 10(pm), and it's 12(am) now. I need to get over there and practice. You have more than enough time to decide if you wanna come or not. Text me if you do come." Hajime states as he grabs his keys and guitar and leaves the dorm. You sigh in boredom as the room goes silent once more. You didn't want to go to the show, you were to lazy. If you wanted you could just go with Hajime and watch them practice, but then again, you're to lazy. You could just live with your memes. But those haven't been the best since your soulmate stopped recommending them.
"Hmph. I don't need you anyway you asshole..." you mutter under your breath as you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for food. Reaching the cabinets was quite hard since they were built really high, so you climb the counter to get to the stash of snacks. You pull out a bag of honey butter chips (These are one of my personal favorite snacks, along with Pockys. Change it if you like I guess??) and begin to snack on them. You hum a song that Hajime made you listen to more than enough as you make your way to your room. The bright light of your phone was the only thing keeping you awake as you scrolled through Instagram, Tumblr, Snapchat, Pinterest, and so on. Your head plops onto your pillow as you sigh in irritation. Sleep starts sounding better and better each second that passes, and soon enough your eyes close. Blackness swirls across your vision, along with the occasional odd snippet of a dream. Oddly enough, you start to feel a scratching sensation on your arm.
Your eyes shoot open and you whip your wrist towards your face, resulting in you hitting yourself in the face.
"God damn..." You mutter to yourself irritably. You rub your forehead as you took a peek at your wrist. UnStable.
You gasp as your eyes trace over the words repeatedly. Your soulmate had written the name of Hajimes band. Were they a fan? Were they going to be there?! Is that why they wrote the band name?!?!?! You whip out your phone to check the time, yelping in surprise as you see how late it is.
9:30
Shit. Shit. Shit!!! There was no way you slept that long. No way in hell. You jump out of bed and throw on your clothes before pausing. Why would you want to go see the soulmate that had neglected you for the past 4 years? What was the point...
You could slap them! Yes! Slap some sense into their dumbass for putting you on soulread for years! You nod happily at your poorly made excuse and continue on your mad dash to your car. You pull out quickly and go slightly above the speed limit, hoping you could get there in time.
You pull into the lot of where the show is supposed to be and sigh in relief when you see all the cars that are there. You take a peek at your wrist before you whip out a pen. You write the name of the band back so that they might recognise you. Turning off your car and grabbing your purse you race to the front. A tall guard stands at the entrance, scanning the parking lot. He looks down at you as you skid to a stop in front of him, slightly out of breath. Raising an eyebrow, he holds out his hand. You look up in question.
"Ticket?" He says in a deep voice. You nod at him before looking into your bag. Then looking in your pockets. Then back to your bag. You pale as you think back to leaving your dorm, ticketless. You continue to shuffle through your bag, tears blurring your vision.
"(F/n)?" You hear someone question. You turn your head to see your savior, Iwaizumi Hajime. But that could only mean one thing.
"T-The shows over isn't it Hajime?" You ask helplessly. He raises an eyebrow at you before flinching at the tears in your eyes. You never cry. N e v e r.
"The show ended half an hour ago, we're currently doing meet ups if you want to come...?" He asks you desperately. You know he is only trying to help, so you nod your head yes at him. He turns his back to start walking, and you quickly brush the unshed tears out of your eyes as you follow. He leads you to a room backstage where all the rest of his bandmates are settled, and there is the famous Oikawa Tooru, who is currently flirting with countless girls. Hajime grunts before punching him in the back of the head.
"Ow! That hurt Iwa-chan!" Oikawa whines. You snicker at their behavior, alerting Oikawa to your presence.
"Oh? Who might you be?" He asks curiously, all signs of past pain gone. You bow to him before introducing yourself.
"I'm (L/n) (F/n), Hajimes roommate." You introduce with a small smile. Oikawa scans you, before determining your smile was a sad one.
"You do not seem very happy. The cause is?" He asks in concern, which Oikawa rarely shows. He had heard quite a bit about you from Hajime though, and determined you were a good person.
You flinch from his question. Hajime looks at Oikawa in surprise as Oikawa continues to study your face. Your eyes look everywhere but his face before you let out the reason you raced there.
"Um... you see... my soulmate, who hasn't replied to anything for 4 years, suddenly wrote on my arm 'UnStable.'" You say quietly. Hajime gasps in surprise. He had heard you constantly talk about your soulmate, and how much you despised the person. But when it came down to it, they were still your soulmate.
"I raced here with high hopes... But it seems I was too late..." You say, smiling sadly as tears dot the corners of your eyes. By this point you had gained Matsukawas and Hanamakis attention. They both looked at each other in surprise before their eyes shot to Hanamaki's wrist. There in 2 different styles of writing is the bands name. The writing was identical to the words on your wrist. Matsukawa smiled at him before pushing him in your direction. The commotion happening in that area had caught your trios attention, as well as the fans. Hanamaki stepped in front of you nervously before lifting up his wrist and pointing to it. The words written on his wrist were the exact same as yours. Your eyes widened considerably. Hajime's and Oikawa's did as well.
The unshed tears that swirled in your eyes finally spill out, like how your emotions are currently doing. You feel everything all at once.
Before you even know what you're doing, your hand flew across his face. Everyone in the room gasps, including the fans.
"Thats for not responding to me for four f*cking years you asshole. Do you know what went through my mind for those years? I thought I wasn't wanted. Or what if you had died? I didn't know. I thought I'd never know. I felt so lonely!" You say emotionally. He looks at you in surprise before you lean towards him. You grip the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you until your faces are about half an inch apart.
"And this is to make up for the time we didn't spend talking." You whisper before you smash your lips onto his, getting an instant response from his half. You heard whistles and laughter from all around, but all you could focus on was him. Hanamaki Takahiro.
Extra~
"You didn't have to slap me though!" Takahiro complains while holding his cheek in pain. You look at him in disbelief.
"You left me on read for years! Soulread!" You exclaim dramatically. His eyebrows shoot straight up before he bursts into laughter. You look at him in confusion until~
"S-soulread? What the hell (F/n)!" He continues to cackle, earning a glare from you and a smack to the back of the head.
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Ok so, I hoped you liked :D Also, the reason Hanamaki didn't respond for so long was because he had been told by certain people that he wasn't worth living. Basically bullying, although it wasn't physical. It was stopped by the volleyball team before it got out of hand, but it still affected him. He believed he wasn't good enough for his soulmate, and decided that he didn't deserve to talk to the amazing person he thought you were. His friends eventually convinced otherwise, but he didn't know what to say to make up for all the time he hadn't talked to you. That prolonged your current situation for another year and a half before he worked up the courage to talk to you. He decided to name the band, and if you showed, then he believed he made the correct decision in trying to contact you.
That is all :P Hope ya enjoyed. IzayaLevi for askin for Hanamaki~