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au where the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them

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The thundering noises that you identified to be an effect of cheers and stomping feet are what led you to the right gym. Cautious feet brought you to the large double doors, and you breathed deeply in preparation.

Peaking in gave you a full view of the guy you were looking for, right as he went tumbling in a black and orange blur on the ground to receive a ball. "Rolling Thunder!" He shouted, eyes all too passionate as he flipped back onto his feet.

Suddenly the excitement that was just building up inside of you was knocked out like a gust of wind, and pain bloomed over your stomach as you cringed, "Augh!"

Heads turned your way in confusion, and it kind of made you mad how he got up like nothing happened while you were pretty much on your knees practically dying from the hurt. He must have a high pain tolerance. Was this really your intended? "Could you stop that?!"

"Who's that?" A ginger asked curiously, and the taller guy next to him snapped, "How should I know?"

They were easily ignored by the rest of the team, as a light-haired third year and the captain walked over—one in worry and the other confusion. The other players exchanged bemused glances but kept their distance, satisfied with standing and watching the scene.

"Hey, are you okay?"
"Did you need something from the team?"

There questions went unanswered when their libero recognized you.

"It's you!" He blurted in surprise, coming over, "Why are you here? Did you follow me here?" Crouching down in front of you, he blinked and furrowed his brows, "I said I'd get back to you."

You blinked your [e/c] eyes up at him incredulously. Did he do this every day without even considering that someone else was affected? Or did he just not care?

You began to wonder if fate was toying with you, giving you a soulmate like this. Sure, you realized that he had a cute face and pretty eyes and a strong voice an—

"Hey, did you hear me? I asked why you were here."

Sitting upright, a small pout adorned your features. "I'm fine, thanks." You mumbled sarcastically, willing the blood that was rushing under your cheeks to settle, before saying in an outright tone of voice, "Stop playing volleyball so aggressively! Do you ever even consider that someone else might be getting hurt, too?!"

"I'm the libero of this team so of course I—.." The boy abruptly stopped the beginning of what was sure to be a lengthy speech as soon as he caught the connotations of your request, and his mouth dropped into a small 'o'. His brown eyes widened, giving you a first-class view of how gorgeous they actually were. "..Y-You get the bruises too..?"

Furrowing your brow, you nodded, and his eyes flickered up to glance at the red spot on your forehead, before his hand went up to touch his own. It only took him a few seconds to process the newfound information, before he grabbed your hand and beamed, "You're my soulmate!"

A light gasp caused by the ginger from before was the only sound in the suddenly silent gym, followed by the clap! of a hit, and then an 'Ow!'

Startled by his exuberance, you leaned back, feeling your face redden when he squeezed your hand lightly. "Y-Yeah.. I'm [Full Name]."

Grinning, he pulled you up by the hand that he was holding and led you over to one of the benches, disregarding the audience that was watching this like it was a chick-flick. "Nishinoya Yuu!" He introduced, "What kind of ice cream do you like?!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, so it's two that you want, huh? That's it, then! I'll buy you two! No, I'll buy you one for every bruise you get!"

It was then, as you side-glanced at his bright grin, that you thought that maybe the bruises weren't so bad, after all.

Description

au where the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them

~~~

The thundering noises that you identified to be an effect of cheers and stomping feet are what led you to the right gym. Cautious feet brought you to the large double doors, and you breathed deeply in preparation.

Peaking in gave you a full view of the guy you were looking for, right as he went tumbling in a black and orange blur on the ground to receive a ball. "Rolling Thunder!" He shouted, eyes all too passionate as he flipped back onto his feet.

Suddenly the excitement that was just building up inside of you was knocked out like a gust of wind, and pain bloomed over your stomach as you cringed, "Augh!"

Heads turned your way in confusion, and it kind of made you mad how he got up like nothing happened while you were pretty much on your knees practically dying from the hurt. He must have a high pain tolerance. Was this really your intended? "Could you stop that?!"

"Who's that?" A ginger asked curiously, and the taller guy next to him snapped, "How should I know?"

They were easily ignored by the rest of the team, as a light-haired third year and the captain walked over—one in worry and the other confusion. The other players exchanged bemused glances but kept their distance, satisfied with standing and watching the scene.

"Hey, are you okay?"
"Did you need something from the team?"

There questions went unanswered when their libero recognized you.

"It's you!" He blurted in surprise, coming over, "Why are you here? Did you follow me here?" Crouching down in front of you, he blinked and furrowed his brows, "I said I'd get back to you."

You blinked your [e/c] eyes up at him incredulously. Did he do this every day without even considering that someone else was affected? Or did he just not care?

You began to wonder if fate was toying with you, giving you a soulmate like this. Sure, you realized that he had a cute face and pretty eyes and a strong voice an—

"Hey, did you hear me? I asked why you were here."

Sitting upright, a small pout adorned your features. "I'm fine, thanks." You mumbled sarcastically, willing the blood that was rushing under your cheeks to settle, before saying in an outright tone of voice, "Stop playing volleyball so aggressively! Do you ever even consider that someone else might be getting hurt, too?!"

"I'm the libero of this team so of course I—.." The boy abruptly stopped the beginning of what was sure to be a lengthy speech as soon as he caught the connotations of your request, and his mouth dropped into a small 'o'. His brown eyes widened, giving you a first-class view of how gorgeous they actually were. "..Y-You get the bruises too..?"

Furrowing your brow, you nodded, and his eyes flickered up to glance at the red spot on your forehead, before his hand went up to touch his own. It only took him a few seconds to process the newfound information, before he grabbed your hand and beamed, "You're my soulmate!"

A light gasp caused by the ginger from before was the only sound in the suddenly silent gym, followed by the clap! of a hit, and then an 'Ow!'

Startled by his exuberance, you leaned back, feeling your face redden when he squeezed your hand lightly. "Y-Yeah.. I'm [Full Name]."

Grinning, he pulled you up by the hand that he was holding and led you over to one of the benches, disregarding the audience that was watching this like it was a chick-flick. "Nishinoya Yuu!" He introduced, "What kind of ice cream do you like?!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, so it's two that you want, huh? That's it, then! I'll buy you two! No, I'll buy you one for every bruise you get!"

It was then, as you side-glanced at his bright grin, that you thought that maybe the bruises weren't so bad, after all.