MickeyNikki

Soulmate!AU Tsukishima and reader are 18 warnings: -language gender neutral pronouns used for reader when you see '--' it means some time has passed "this text is english", "italics is japanese" [expect au explanation] _____ AU: "They say you're connect from birth to your soulmate, no matter where they are in the world. You are born into a life lacking color, but when you turn 18, you lose all restrictions on you, and you can go find your soulmate. The only color you can see is the string that is tied around your pinky. This string is the red string of fate that would eventually lead you to your soulmate." _____ "Dude, are you serious?" Y

*Some mild angst-y sadness that you might not be interested in with this series* Earlier that evening, Daichi Sawamura had overheard Coach Ukai and Mr. Takeda talking about being low on snacks and needing to go get more to last through the rest of the party. Always one to step up and help out, Daichi had insisted that he and his friends Suga and Asahi be the ones to run to the nearest open convenience store. On the way there, the three boys talked about their plans again, now that they had graduated and would be headed separate directions in life. They were as ready as they were going to get, but they didn't stay on the subject too long bec

"Hey...hey, babe. Heeeeeey." "I'm reading. What is it?" "......." "Why are you creepily sidling up to your chair? And why the thing with the eyebrows...?" "Hey, babe." ".....What." "If you were a triangle, you'd be acute one. Am I right?" ".......Bokuto, please...." "Wait, no, why are you hiding your face in the book?" "Babe. Babe....BAAAAAAAAAABE." "Get back on the court! You gotta practice!" "Look up from your phone first....Hey! Don't glare at me!" "What is it..." "So, baby." "What." "Are you a soda?" "......." "Come, say no." ".....No." " 'Cause I would mount and do you allll night. Ayyyye?" ".......Bokuto, please...

Your eyes opened slowly, seeing nothing but the pristine white of the ceiling paired. Were where you?  Colors began to form as blurry vague shapes, a hint of green there, some blue there. What caught your attention was the familiar chocolate brown mass in the corner of your eye.  You turned towards it, blinking trying to clear your vision.  Your body felt weak and weary, but your hand moved towards the figure. Then you felt calloused hands quickly grab on to yours. They were cold, but the feeling was warmly familiar. Your eyes began to clear up, and in front of you was your boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru. His face was mixed: happiness, sadness, wo