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I'm almost catch up to the anime finally! So drew Hinata
Henlo 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. I really love your writing, and I was hoping that I could request a hinata soulmate!au. I really loved the other ones. Thank you so much!
Tug of War (Hinata x Reader/Soulmate!au)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You had a nervous habit, and to your soulmate, it was a bit cruel. From time to time, you would occasionally tug on your red string of fate. You never really saw the effects… at least, not until now. “Hinata, are you okay?!”
A/N: Haha, had this one planned out for months but never had the energy to do it. Thanks for giving me that extra push, anon! It’s a little short, but I hope you like it!
Word count: 1614
The sound of balls whamming into the ground split through your eardrums.
Wham!
“Nice kill!”
Heavy breathing accompanied the noise, along with the heavy stench of sweat as you wormed your way to the front of the crowd. From the second-level balcony, you had a full view of the court, the benches, and most importantly, the greatest decoy.
Though his height was nothing to call home about, something had always drawn you to the little ginger bouncing on the tips of his toes right now. Maybe it was the way he faced every challenge head on, or maybe it was the way he would smile after bounding onto the volleyball court. You weren’t quite sure, and that’s exactly what had you fiddling with the ruby string around your dominant pinkie.
“It’s up!”
It was Karasuno’s first home game. On the other half of the court was a teal and white team, Seijoh-- or… maybe it was Aoba Johsai. You never really knew.
All that was for sure was that the group of five or so girls beside you were all cheering for “Oikawa” with squeals like a local pig farm. When you followed their gazes, you weren’t really impressed. Sure, he was handsome, but you guessed redheads had always been more your type.
“Nice one, Hinata!” At the name, you leaned over the metal railing and peered down on the court, more attentive now than ever. He had just been switched out, replaced with an even shorter male, which… you weren’t really sure how that was possible.
While watching from the player’s box, Hinata drank from a water bottle with haste. You had never been more jealous of plastic in your life.
Soon, the whistles blew, and he was switched back into the game. Brown eyes glimmering, he shifted into the front row spot near a taller first year with dark hair.
“Watch out for that blocker, dumbass.”
“Why do you always call me that?!”
Their yells didn’t exactly reach that far up into the stands, but thanks to the general air around the two, you figured your lip-reading had been more than accurate.
A small smile had settled onto your face as the game moved on, and not once had your fingers stopped twisting and twirling the string. Somehow, the energy of the game had seeped right into your own being, and soon you were biting your lip in anticipation.
“Bring it to me!”
Hinata ran around the setter and jumped, and just when he reared back to spike--
Tug.
His body flailed and flew through the air like a fish out of water. The cringe from every person in the room was almost audible as soon as he crashed to the ground, the plastic numbers on the back of his jersey squealing in protest.
When he finally stopped sliding, he flinched right as the ball that had been set for him bonked his forehead before dribbling away.
For a moment, the entire gym was silent. Some’s mouths were gaped with awe, others had brows raised in concern. Luckily, not a single person saw you, watching your pinkie as though it had whispered the secrets of the universe.
“AGAIN?!” Hinata shouted to himself, breaking the silence and wriggling around on his back in frustration. “She’s gotta stop doing that!”
Oops.
“Hinata, are you okay?!” His teammates crowd around the fallen spiker in a huddle, concerned looks being served left and right.
In mere seconds, your face had shifted from ghostly white to rosy red, and it took you even less time to book it out of there.
Bad habit, bad habit!
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All throughout your life, you had waited to meet your soulmate. Was he tall? Short? Kind? Mean? What if he didn’t even speak the same language?
Each day, these questions plagued your mind, and somewhere along the way, your habit had grown. A little twist of the string, a small caress of the soft fabric wrapped around your pinkie, and the occasional tug when you got a little too anxious. Evidently, it was just waiting to come bite you in the ass.
Hinata was ruthless now. He’d been yanked out of his chair mid-class, toppled over in the middle of the street or hall, and even missed the bowl once or twice while just trying to relieve himself. All of that, he could handle.
Though, apparently last night had been the last straw. What felt like every minute, the string on your hand would jerk you around so forcefully you almost flew right out the classroom window you sat beside.
Only once in a while would you let it be obvious enough that the teacher had to ask if you were okay. Your notebook was now covered in hasty chicken scratch, eager to get in a line of notes before the next wrench of the string. Random lines of led littered the page from when he had caught you a moment too soon, but you were trying to adapt. There was a moment in between each jerk, and in those moments, you had true freedom.
“In nineteen-thirtysev-... ugh, nineteen-thirtysev- son of a bitch! In nineteen-thirty-- you know what, fuck it. I give up,” you grumbled under your breath, slamming your notebook closed amongst the now-constant tugs of your pinkie. There was really no point in trying now; Hinata had traded in his previous pattern of tug-wait-wait-tug for tug-tug-tug.
You didn’t even bother bringing your hand back up to your desk, instead deciding to let it flail around and dangle over the edge of the wooden surface.
Sighs of relief fill the classroom as soon as the bell rings, and you snag your backpack off the floor in the nick of time. One large rip of the string has you scrambling out into the hallway, crashing into a locker and trying to stabilize your footing.
“Woah, watch it!”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” The student seems to either have a stick up his ass no different than a popsicle or maybe the wave of your nonchalant hand didn’t account for much of an apology. Either way, you didn’t get to stick around for long, because soon your soulmate’s pulling is practically dragging you down the hall, bouncing off the occasional student like bumper cars.
“I swear, Kageyama, she’ll be here. Just hold on for a second.”
Over the hoards of students stampeding in the opposite direction of you, you hear his voice. While you expected a vengeful snicker, you were pleasantly surprised with a giddy smile.
Through the bodies moving slower than midday traffic, you saw Hinata, orange hair bobbing up and down in a school window’s gleam.
Bob and weave. Bob and weave.
When you surface is when you see it. Your soulmate’s not simply pulling you toward him in a conventional way. No, rather, he’s reeling the string around his other hand like he caught a fish.
“YN?” His movements halt and in true ragdoll fashion, you do as well.
“Sup.”
Hinata, the guy you had been crushing on for your entire first year of high school, was your soulmate. Last night, you could barely go to sleep with all your excitement bubbling through your veins. Your smile had been as large as the moon itself as you wiggled around on your bed, kicking your feet whenever the pent up energy came to be too much.
Now? That was a different story.
No less had it been a small wave of giddiness, but it was more a wave of pure elation. Endorphins swam around your bloodstream enough to make your head fuzzy, but making eye contact with him hadn’t been the only cause.
No, because in seconds, Hinata had covered the distance between you two and tackled you like an ecstatic puppy. You were high on the rush of first touch, high on the rush of finally having him hold you in his arms.
“I finally found you,” his voice is muffled by your shoulder and he’s got your school jacket bawled up in two fists. There’s a smile; you can almost feel him trembling against you in euphoria, but he’s not alone.
Every nerve ending is set on fire when your arms wrap around him too. Unable to hold back your happiness, you release a small giggle that has him pressing you impossibly closer.
“Yeah, you found me.”
With that, he leans back, lips pursed in uncertainty.
“Umm, so do you wanna… like, erm, come watch me practice? I promise I’ll take you out after!”
Seeing just how nervous he could be almost made you relax on instinct. An easy smile works its way onto your face. “Yeah,” you nod, body still abuzz with the tingles of his touch, “yeah, that sounds good.”
“Great!”
Before you know it, Hinata’s encompassed your hand in his own warm one, leading you all the way out the school and to the second gym with a bored Kageyama on your tail.
“You gotta promise me one thing, though, before we go in there, YN.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Swear you won’t tug on the red string, okay? You have a terrible habit, and it always messes me up when I play!”
Home Alone (Hinata x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You should never leave Hinata alone with the responsibility of the chores in the house. Especially when your next-door neighbor is a dick.
A/N: Fuck shitty wifi, fuck fuck fuckkkkkk. Like seriously, someone please tell me I’m not the only one struggling with editing the fucking tags on posts, pleaseeee. Anyways, I was desperate for an idea, and I didn’t like this one at first, but I swear it’s good. Enjoy!
Word count: 944
Ah, home sweet home. You were back from a business trip that required you to leave home for a week. Yes, it was only seven days, but a week of your husband home alone without supervision was seven days too many. Although, when you arrived back at your house and saw it wasn’t burned down, you were relieved to know you were worried for nothing.
“Shoyo, I’m back!” You closed the front door and kicked off your shoes, only to crash into the wall behind you from the force of a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re home, YN! I missed you so much!” His voice wavered with excitement as he smiled into your collarbone.
“I missed you too.” You pull away and smile at him brightly, giving a small peck to his lips. He whines at its duration before pouting.
“YN, I need cuddles, it’s been too long.” Shoyo snatches your arm and leads you toward the bedroom, only to groan when you wriggle out of his grip.
“I know, I know,” you laugh, “but I’m thirsty. I’ll just get a drink real quick then I’ll join you.” His reaction worries you.
“No!” he shouts anxiously, brown eyes wider than dinner plates.
“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows furrow in utter confusion.
“I’ll get it for you! You just go up to the room, I’m sure you’re tired!” He nods his head affirmatively at his own statement and places his hands on your shoulders, driving you towards your shared room. You plant your feet and stop his movements, all while giggling at his abnormal actions.
“Shoyo, don’t worry. I’m not that worn out.” You step into the kitchen while your husband seems to choke on air behind you. “Trust me, I’m awake enough to get myself a glass of water.” He stays suspiciously silent behind you while you peer into the empty sink on your way to the cupboards.
“Aww, babe, thanks for doing the dishes before I came home!”
“Yeah sure, of course.” His voice is higher than normal, but you don’t mention it. Looking into the cupboards, you’re puzzled to find them completely empty.
“They’re in the washer.”
“Oh.” You step over to said appliance. “Well, just so you know in case I have to leave again, you can’t put too many dishes in here, otherwise it’ll-”
Suds. Everywhere. The opening was overflowing with blue and white bubbles as soon as you pulled on the handle, and now your kitchen floor was soaked and stunk of bittersweet dish soap. Your lips draw into a firm line and you turn around to look at your ashamed husband, who avoids your gaze and rocks back and forth on his heels. He’s innocently whistling a tune with his hands held behind his back. Wonderful.
“It’ll do that,” you finish, chest tight with stifled frustration. Shoyo halts his actions and stares at you with shame.
“Should I-”
“Yeah, mop’s in the closet.” You nod your head towards the hallway. He follows your orders, until….
“On the left,” you remind him impatiently. Your jaw aches from the constant clench.
“Right, right.”
Your mouth is still dry as a desert and you peer into the leaking dishwasher for any usable cup, only to smack your palm against your forehead at the sight.
“Shoyo, is this the laundry?”
“Umm, sort of?”
“Sort of?” You reach in and retrieve his favorite shorts, waving them around in his face with a raised brow.
“Yes.” You huff and toss the clothing at him before rubbing your temples. A terrible, awful idea decides to smack you in the face at that moment, causing you to pause and slowly glance up at your husband. The veins in your forehead are having a field day while the rest of your body remains still.
“Honey, if these are our clothes, where are our dishes?” Your voice is soft and patient. It’s a lure, and he knows it.
“W-well, they’re not in the clothes’ washer if that’s what you’re asking!” Shoyo laughs uproariously and you sigh in relief.
“Thank God,” you giggle softly, “‘cause for a second there I was like ‘Please tell me I didn’t marry an idiot.’” After you give him a small smile, your husband’s eyes widen and he squeaks out an “mhm!”
You shake your head with a relieved chuckle and give him a small peck on the cheek.
“I’m just gonna go hang up my coat, I’ll be right back.”
“O-okay.” He dashes into the kitchen with his requested mop and you make your way into the laundry room, dropping your jacket on the coat rack.
Clink clink.
What.
The smile falls off your face instantly. Your eyes squint, and you’re not exactly sure what you’re hearing, but you know for a fact you don’t like it.
Clink clink.
Oh God, please don’t tell me. Your shoulders tense as you step closer to your dryer, pausing the machine and whipping it open with tightly-shut eyes. The clanging has stopped, so you hesitantly take a peek.
“Shoyo!”
Silence.
“Shoyo Hinata, why the fuck are there glass shards in the dryer?!”
Your house rattles with the force of a slammed front door. Son of a bitch.
Distantly, you hear a muffled, panicked shout from your husband followed by the devious cackles of your neighbor.
“Kageyama, you lying bastard! You told me the dishes needed to dry!”
Brazil Hinata ☀️
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Yesterday was the first day of school, and it was online too. Yet I still managed to draw on my notes. I just can't resist when a writing stick is in my hand abd a paper is in front of me. But enjoy these two!!
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Haikyuu Spotify Habits | Karasuno Pt. 1
The First Years! Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima & Yachi
Favourite Songs:
Walking on Clouds - Esthie
Haircut - Ryan Beatty
Antidote - Orion Sun
Slow Down - Taichi Mukai
Favourite Genres:
Bedroom Pop
J-Pop
Habits:
listens to music recommended by EVERYONE he meets
follows everyone’s spotify’s but no one follows him back except for Suga and Akaashi #bestmoms
publicly saves other people's playlists but prefers to listen to his own MASSIVE collection of liked songs rather than making a playlist
however, has one really popular playlist for his favourite favourite favourite songs, but it’s only popular bc people thought his playlist was dedicated to hinata hyuga T^T
has a playlist strictly for non-explicit songs so that Natsu and him could listen to it without getting yelled at by Mama Hinata UwU
he himself doesn’t like listening to super explicit songs, but it’s too common to avoid - he’s BABY
usually listens to music on his way to school while riding his bike
he remembers the melodies of songs really well but never remembers the lyrics, so he’ll make it up on the spot and improv a whole concert
listens to nothing but different variations and covers of All I Want For Christmas Is You as soon as november and december roll around
his favourite user is Akaashi!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: hinata. by hebees_
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=3vk2qT6NQ1GH9qxVyy9v4w
Favourite Songs:
My Favourite Part - Mac Miller ft. Ariana Grande
Yah. - Kendrick Lamar
The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy
Obsession - EXO
Favourite Genres:
Chill Hip-Hop
Alternative/Indie
Ariana Grande
Habits:
kinda hooked on ariana grande after listening to ‘7 Rings’ and feeling like a bad bitch
prefers to listen to instrumentals and nature noises to focus on training and keeping calm when he’s practicing volleyball at home
has a dedicated playlist full of chill hip-hop when he’s manicuring his nails
uses the most boring and generic playlist names and never changes his playlist covers ;-;
“nails songs“
“running songs“
“volleyball songs“
utilitarian spotify user rather than one who uses it for fun
suffers through ads cuz he doesn’t have premium
his favourite user is Iwaizumi!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: stealing milk from vending machines with kageyama tobio by tsxukei
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Xey47Wm43Ufq8Y9kFeQvO?si=LWOB9nDqQs-Tr4aYFJS12Q
Favourite Songs:
Put Your Records On - Ritt Momney
Sunflower - Post Malone ft. Swae Lee
Save Me - BTS
You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube
Favourite Genres:
Alternative/Indie
Whatever Tsukki listens to
Habits:
literally will follow all of Tsukki’s playlists, critique them without a HINT of negative comments, write about ‘em his personal journal, take a shit to ‘em
likes to listen to anime soundtracks whenever he finishes watching one
his favourite OSTs are from tokyo ghoul cuz it gives him anxiety and is a closeted masochist : )
no but seriously he’s trying to listen to more anxiety inducing songs so that he could get over his nerves with exposure therapy, someone give his bb a hug ;-;
publicly follows Tsukki’s playlists, but also makes super aesthetic playlists based on his moods
his favourite user is TSUKISHIMA!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: lord and savior, punk yamaguchi by Paige
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0lM5Bjnw3atBoN041DBK2x?si=Xt30Otb0TDONygKB2t0iyw
Favourite Songs:
Moondance - ADOY
Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Pauk Anka
The Hills - The Weeknd
Slim Shady - Eminem
Favourite Genres:
Old Skool Hip-Hop
RnB
LoFi
Habits:
ofc out lil salty boi would be listening to Eminem
a man of many tastes
listens to classical music every now and then but it’s only when he wants to release steam by fuggin’ JAMMIN to chaotic piano music
has a playlist for new songs that he keeps interchanging whenever he gets tired of the old ones
doesn’t even try but has hundreds of followers
A++ in music curation, he carefully thinks them out to create out of body listening experiences whenever you listen to any of his playlists
playlist covers and titles are based off of different extinct creatures
has a study playlist with lofi and instrumental songs from documentaries that he’s watched
has a secret playlist that he listens to incognito so that no one knows that he’s a mushy little lover boi on the inside
his favourite user is Kenma!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: tsukishima’s headphones by april<3
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1vO8OVraTdfDMeAxOgDVeI?si=kH1rlUekRF-Dxk8iBVEf7w
Favourite Songs:
Sofia - Clairo
Fireflies - Owl City
midnight love - girl in red
Fantasy - Fei
Favourite Genres:
Pop
K-Pop
LoFi
Habits:
has the MOST aesthetic playlists names and covers out of ALL of karasuno, absolutely no one could even come near her level of artistry, the closest being Suga
changes her aesthetics based off of the season
secretly follows Tendo’s crackhead playlist filled w inappropriate songs o.O
only listens to it when she’s tired of listening to songs that makes sense
also has a broad range in terms of music taste and is constantly listening to new music, especially when she’s doing her hw and starts jammin’ to some bops
she’s part of the beehive
has a joint premium account w Yamaguchi
makes playlists for all of her closest friends, including her neighbours cat who is very cuddly and loves her UwU
cried listening to the Stevens Universe sound track - she’s so BABY T^T
her favourite user is Sugawara!
My Favourite Playlist About Them: yachi hitoka by alyssa
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2F0okvUsF6pHJ6LB7c5fwv?si=-nW7r6AcQ0K64CWTW7jPMg
oh to be so happy you could cry | hinata x reader
Just a fluffy fic about how it feels to be with hinata, based off of this spotify playlist🥰 > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=CFjb29C3S7Sx6cqPAQ9kFA <
It was the way we met.
The way your eyes caramelized down at mine as your hand reached out to me.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”
Words didn’t seem to form as I lost myself in your aura. It was bright and warm, like a little campfire in the midst of a dark forest. It didn’t matter that I was lying flat on my butt in the middle of the hall. It didn’t matter that you were the one who bumped into me either. Nor did it matter that the annoyed mutters of your best friend and students cutting around us were being spewed. It was just you. And me. And a non-existent spotlight. Shining on us.
It was the way I could watch you forever.
The way you glistened, and looked like a star.
Like a crow, you jumped. Flying so high, the crowd was astounded by the dangerous light radiating off of you.
You were a cinema. Embodying shear, ethereal emotion in every spiked ball, and in everlasting gaze. You were focused. Concentration ran thick, but don’t worry. I always noticed you looking.
I noticed when you looked over every time your feet touched the hardwood floor after pushing the ball into the other side of the court. And every time Kageyama called you an idiot. And every time there was a time out. Every time. I never stopped watching.
And neither did you.
It was the way you cared. And the way you didn’t.
The way you always know what’s good for me.
“You need to stop.”
“Can’t. Need to get this done. Sorry.” My incoherent sentences, if you could call them that, were laughable looking back on it. However, you didn’t care.
You reached over and lowered the screen of my laptop. Then, you closed my book. Then, you took my pens and pencils and slid them into their cubby. Then, you swirled my chair towards you, pulled me out, and collapsed onto the bed with me in your arms.
“You always tell me to take breaks when I practice for too long. Why don’t you take a break too?” I stared at you, wide eyed. I must’ve looked like a deranged fish as the hypocrisy of my words dawned on me.
It led to a smile. Which led to decreasing proximity. Which led to a kiss. Which led to us cradling each other until the morning broke.
It was the way you were there.
The way you were my antidote. My remedy. My angel. My everything.
“Shhh, I’m here. They can’t hurt you. I won’t let them.” Your usually boisterous voice dimmed to match the darkness that surrounded us. It was gruff, and shaky, as if you were holding in your own tears. A million needles were stabbing your heart. It hurt you to hear my fragmented sobs. It hurt you to see my arms shaking, even if they were being held tightly by your own.
I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You were never meant to see me like that.
But you were there. You were there to wipe the tears away. You were there to hold my hand. You were there to make me smile. You were there to hold me when I was broken.
“I’m here.” You said again.
And that’s all I needed to hear, as the night drifted into depths of our love.
It was the way you fly, but never leave me behind.
The way you shared your dreams.
“What if we just… fly away? We’re free to fly, right?” Your beady eyes scanned my closed lids. Hoping to find unspoken answers.
“Where would we fly to?”
“Somewhere far,” you whispered into a smile. Your eyes shifted their focus down the hill we laid on, the ball of flame tucking itself behind the mountains and into the horizon.
“I see, but I can’t fly like you can, Shoyo.” My fingers flowed through the curves of your orange tresses solemnly. It’d grown longer over the last three years. It felt like time was slipping as easily as my fingers did.
“I’ll take you with me.” Your hands joined mine, interlocking our fingers into a tight hold. And so did your eyes, interlocking with mine.
“Wherever?”
“Wherever.”
It was the way we lied.
The way the saline liquid trailed down our down facing faces.
“When did you decide?” I gasped out, hands on your shoulder so as to not fall to my knees.
“Second year. You?” You weren’t doing any better, failing to conceal the trembling of your body.
“Second year. How long?”
“Two years. You?”
“Two years. When are you leaving?”
“July. You?”
“July.”
A long pause ensued, followed by the melody of sweet laughter. It was like honey, smooth and rich, masking the wave we were succumbing ourselves to. Your grip around my waist grew looser, pushing me farther away to get a good, long look at my face.
“Even when we’re going our own ways, we end up having the same plans, don’t we?” Your brilliant smile showed itself once again.
“Yeah we do.” A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “So, beach volleyball in Brazil, huh? That’s amazing.”
“Mmhmm! I’ll be the best, I'll make it worth it. I swear!” You shook your head excitedly and raised your fist, a determined expression painting your face.
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
“Also, don’t act like going to Canada for university isn’t cool either. That’s SUPER cool! It’s really really really cold, right? Don’t get sick, okay? And you’ll meet so many cool people too! Like… um like, Ryan Gosling and Deadpool! Could you get me their autographs?!”
“Sure!” I laughed as my hands reached your once tear stricken face. Memorizing the curves of your face, the smoothness of your skin, and the colour of your lips. “You know, Shoyo. We won’t be together, but when we look up at the sky, it’ll still be the same galaxy we’re looking at.”
“It sure will be. I won’t be far. I’m here,” You repeat.
It was the way I saw you in my dreams.
The way you picked up the phone whenever I called.
“Hey! What’s shakin’ bacon?”
“What’s shakin’ bacon? What kinda english are you learning in Brazil, Shoyo?” I giggled into my cell phone.
“Dragon Ball Z teaches me english better than my old teachers ever could. Also was that not romantic? I thought you loved bacon.” I could just imagine you holding your phone between the flesh of your cheek and shoulder, balancing a volleyball in one hand, and waving to the Brazilian locals you would’ve gotten closer to. Sharing the smile that would’ve been projected at me.
“I love pancakes so much more! Anyways, I had a dream about you last night.”
“Really? What was it about? Was I your prince charming?!”
…
…
....
“Baby, I wasn’t even close to being your prince charming.” Your voice sounded defeated. “How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if dream me just decided to casually kill you with an ostrich egg?!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. It was an energy boost just to even hear your voice.
“Aww Shoyo, don’t think that! You’re my best boy.” I smiled to myself, knowing that we’d be seeing each other soon.
“Mmm. I miss you, a lot. I’m glad you’re thinking of me.”
“I miss you too.” I remember taking a sharp breath in, almost as if it hurt to make a sound. “And, Shoyo? Always. You live in my head all day.”
It was the way your love felt electric.
The way even after all this time away from each other, you held me the same way.
Sparks ignited as your hands dug into the flesh of my hips. Sirens sang through every sweet word you placed into the nape of my neck. Even in the act of impurity, I only saw the glowing angel that you were, as you caged me beneath you, taking me in the way you know best.
You were gentle and slow, taking your sweet time to make up for all that was lost.
It had been a long time coming. The highest high, for so many without you. It was overwhelming. A wave of raw emotions rolled over me as we reached our peaks, taking away what little breath I had left to spare, but it couldn’t be helped.
“You’re crying.” You looked askance, as we slept facing each other on the sides of our bodies. “Did I hurt you?” Your eyes pleaded guilty, when they shouldn’t have.
Yet still, you were beautiful, like a bottle filled with lightning and sweet dreams.
Little did I know, you were thinking the same thing about me too.
“I’m so happy. I’m happy you’re here with me.” My hands reached your radiating hair. “I’m happy I get to run my fingers through your hair.” They slid down to your eyes. “I’m happy I get to see you see me.” They slid down to your lips. “I’m happy that I ca-”
Before I knew it your lips were on mine again, tongues dancing with each other as if the last two hours didn’t even happen.
It was the way your love felt so fresh and new. The way you would never let go of me. The way your smile outshines a thousand splendid suns. The way I feel reborn every time we touch.
The world around us melted, as we got lost in our love. It was like we just met. Just you. And me. And the way you made me so happy, I could cry.
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