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harue night mode, rengoku light mode; timestamps don't matter unless stated otherwise
“What did that test do to you?”
Harue gasped when the same voice speaking to her in her dreams called out to her in the middle of her daydream, bringing her back to reality. Instead of complete darkness, Kyōjurō stood a few feet away from her, looking at her with concern written on his features.
She blinked at the blond, staring at him with wide eyes. Her glass of water slipped from her fingers, glass shattering and water pooling around her feet.
“I’m sorry–“
“It’s okay.” He grinned. “I should be the one that’s sorry, I scared you. Go back to the girls, I’ll clean this up.”
Harue shook her head and kneeled down, taking the bigger pieces in her hands to drop them in the trash. As Kyōjurō went to grab the broom, he heard a hiss and more glass shattering. When he poked his head in the kitchen, Harue looked up at him with tears pooling in her eyes and her hand bright red with blood.
“What happened here?” Mitsuri asked as she rounded the corner. “Oh gods, Harue are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just dropped my–.” She winced as she stood up with her best friend’s help. “I probably shouldn’t have tried to pick it up myself.”
“That’s too much blood for a small cut.” Mitsuri murmured as she watched the ravenette’s blood starting to drip on the floor. “Do you have a first aid kit, Rengoku?”
The blond nodded. “I don’t remember which bathroom we left it at last time, but I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll just go with you.” Harue sniffed, taking a small towel to apply pressure to her palm.
Kyōjurō nodded and headed to the hallway bathroom. He grabbed the kit, motioning at Harue to climb onto the counter.
“It doesn’t seem that deep… I don’t think you’ll need stitches.” Kyōjurō murmured more to himself than to Harue. She seemed to be acting strange and he didn’t want to push her to talk if she didn’t want to, but she surprised him by scoffing and leaning her head against the mirror behind her.
“Good. I hate hospitals.”
He cleaned her hand carefully with water and soap. He glanced at her face, but she had her eyes closed. “I’m sorry in advance, I know it hurts.”
Her eyes widened when she felt isopropyl alcohol in the cut, slamming her free hand down beside her on the countertop. Kyōjurō watched a tear fall from her eye, he wiped it away with his thumb before he could stop himself.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, Kyōjurō’s eyes falling to her lips as she sat up straight, the distance between the two decreasing.
“Harue…” He whispered, surprising her with his soft tone. His heart was racing in his chest as he cupped her cheek and leaned forward.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, making his lips land on her cheek. He pulled back, noticing fresh tears falling down her face and he knew these weren’t caused by her injury.
He cleared his throat and darted his eyes away. “I’m sorry.”
Kyōjurō cleaned her hand in silence, then wrapped a bandage around it to keep the gauze in place. She grabbed his arm with her free hand, forcing him to stay between her legs. Harue immediately let go of him and placed her hands on her lap, not even knowing why she pulled him back in the first place. Kyōjurō stared down at the sink.
“My parents were in an arranged marriage, they didn’t meet each other until two days before their wedding. When they did, their eyes met across the room and they were immediately drawn to each other. It was like a magnet was trying to pull them together.”
The blond placed his hands on the edge of the counter, leaning his weight forward as he recalled the story his mother loved to tell her sons whenever they asked for it.
“Their hands touched and suddenly it felt like no one else was in the room, just them and the memories of their past life flashing right in front of their eyes. It sounded like the perfect love story, it was so meant to be that the universe made sure they would be together. I thought that if my parents can still look at each other with the same love as 25 years ago, then I shouldn’t settle for any less than my soulmate.”
Harue hesitated before resting her hand atop his, squeezing gently.
“But then I met you.” Kyōjurō grinned, still not facing the ravenette. “You took my breath away the moment I saw you walk into that café. All the signs were there– so when you touched me that night… Yeah, you could say I was disappointed that you weren’t my soulmate.”
It was Kyōjurō’s turn to grab Harue’s hand before she could turn away from him. He finally met her eyes, a smile adorning his lips.
“But then I realized, what the hell? I’m seriously letting my parents’ experience dictate my life? I’m not letting this girl go even if the universe is against it!”
“Kyō–“
“What I’m trying to say, Harue… I really like you and if I haven’t already fucked up my chance with you, I’d like to take you out on a date.”
She stared at him, still taking in what he just said. Her lips parted, but no sound came out of them. She leaned up, grabbing the back of his neck with the intention of pulling him down to press their lips together, but a deep voice called out her name taking them away from their moment.
She sighed, cursing herself internally for not closing the door as Tengen appeared in the doorway. His maroon eyes flickered between the pair, watching their blushing cheeks and darting eyes. The blond occupied himself throwing away bloody gauzes and returning everything he didn’t use back in the first aid kit.
“I’m sorry for interrupting.” He smirked at the ravenette when she finally met his eyes. “The girls told me you cut yourself.”
“Just a small cut in my palm, I don’t get why everyone’s making such a big deal.” She shrugged and slid off the counter, touching Kyōjurō’s shoulder when she walked behind him.
Tengen stared at his roommate, watching his eyes follow Harue’s every movement as she walked past the taller man to head back to the living room. Their eyes met momentarily, making Kyōjurō snap out of his daydream and put the kit away.
He grinned at the blond. “Are you two…” He trailed off.
“I wouldn’t know, since you interrupted us.”
“Oh,” Tengen raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “How unflashy of me.”
Kyōjurō grinned as he walked past his roommate. “Very.”
“Listen,” The blond paused and turned to the silverette. “Harue and I have known each other since we were kids. Even if we’re not as close as we once were… I’ll kill you if you ever hurt her.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be my best friend?”
Tengen laughed and headed back to the living room. “Come on, the girls are already finishing a bottle of wine and they haven’t even started getting ready. At this pace we’re never going to the party.”
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Kyōjurō had seen the way his parents looked at each other and longed to find his soulmate so he could have that kind of love, but then he met a raven haired girl with sapphire eyes and he suddenly found himself second guessing if he truly wanted to find his soulmate or give his heart to this girl.
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next part will be fully written but the length will depend on my mood as i keep writing it
so they kinda talked… will everything so smoothly from now on?
this wasn’t edited but if i think about it too much i’ll never post it
also it was written between 1-4am because it seems to be the only time i get any writing done
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