I hate my arm. No not because of scars or anything too horrible but because of the giant paragraph written on it. I mean I heard of soulmates and their first words to each other but seriously! I didn't know someone could have a conversation with themselves! I wish it was like the ones you see in movies, the whole "I love your eyes" or "you are everything I need" or even "dang this line is long am I right?" Or something that doesn't take up my whole freaking arm! From what I can gather it's an introduction with the whole "hi! I can't believe I'm here right now I'm so excited..." blah blah blah. I feel like tuning myself out when I even think those words! If I had a different personality maybe then the paragraph would be a sentence or at least a bit shorter. So this is all my fault...? Probably. I just hope my soulmate isn't as annoying as their first words seem to be. The thing about my mark though is that it ends really weird, like it's stopped or cut off. What if I cut them off?! That makes me worry. What if my soulmate has something rude on their arm? Well it's probably a fitting punishment to have a flipping paragraph on my arm, then. Well, it's time to sleep I guess. It's like 3:00 in the morning and I need to get up early tomorrow, oh well.

-Tobio Kageyama

I guess it all started when I got into volleyball. My mom wanted me to do a sport and when we tried soccer (the "universal childhood game" or something) and that didn't work out she put a sports catalog in front of me and said "choose". I saw volleyball and was confused, I mean I was like seven so it's easy to imagine me not knowing anything about the subject. My mom took this "I don't know what this game is" expression as "I want this one" and signed me up for a boys volleyball club. Turns out I was actually cut out for it. It was so fun in the early days. But when late elementary came around volleyball turned into my escape. I poured myself into it and only expected the best from me and my teammates. As a few years past I saw myself improving but not them and I was confused so I pushed them harder, maybe a little too hard. That fateful day came where no one listened to me and turned their backs on me. That's when high school came and I transferred thinking I might be okay, that I get to start over. With all of that as my backstory you can tell I didn't really focus on soulmates or anything like that. I thought they were a waste of time and energy to dwell on "I wonder who it is?" And all that nonsense. But now I guess you want to know how that all played out so just you wait, I'm getting to that.

"Hi! I can't believe I'm here right now I'm so excited! I mean I thought that there would be more people but that's fine. You don't talk much do ya. That's fine. I'll just talk for you! Hey what's your favorite color? Mine is blue! It reminds me of the ocean! That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I don't know I guess that's what makes nature so cool. Okay but volleyball, like wow isn't it so awesome! I mean come on! All the plays are so well thought out and that rush of adrenaline you get-"

I had been tuning this guy out for a bit, man this guy can ramble. I did however hear volleyball (lol his trigger word) and tuned in just for that. I feel a bit weird though. These words sound so familiar but I just can't set my finger on it. Hold on! I do know this! I have this memorized!

"Wait? You're my soulmate?!"

I turned to the equally shocked red head sitting next to me. We both look into each other's eyes for an eternity or a second and we smile.

This will be an interesting ride.