Threaded Hands

by Doodling.Otaku

Everyone at birth is born with a red string of faith attached to their left pinky. This thin rose red yarn threaded in between the smallest of their fingers leads them to another person of the same fate ,binding them together and sealing them to be with one another forever. Sugawara has been born with the eyes to see these threads that others cannot, as he witnesses and guides many

2. First Days

6:45am, September 5th 2014. First Day of High-School.

*Sugawara's POV*

*Beep*

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God damit I really don't want to move.

*Beep*

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Fuck that's annoying as hell

*Beep*

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"OKAY I'M UP, I'M UP DAMIT!"
As I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock in annoyance. "Why is it already time to go."I moan angrily. I lifted myself off my bed in sluggish movements and raised my arms to stretch out my strained muscles. I really wish I could sleep in some more cause holy crap it way to fucking early for life to even move. I went up my closed window just by my bed and opened it wide letting the crisp morning air flow into my room, waking me up. I yawned and slowly made my way down the stairs for a quick breakfast. As I grabbed a piece of toast and plopped it within the toaster I admired my threaded left pinky. It was a deep maroon that is tied so loosely it should come off by just raising my arm, but I knew it never would. This string to bounded onto me for eternity, the only hope that I have is to one day find the other end of my string. It's not fair that everyone else get to find their other end and not him, and they can't even see their own fucking thread! My thoughts were cut short as I jumped when the toast popped out without warning, I grab it and shove it in my mouth. Quickly yet quietly to not disturb my sleeping parents, I sprinted up the stairs to my room to get ready for the long awaited first day of High-School.

As I arrive to the grand orangish reddish building I look at my surroundings and down at my black uniform. The school didn't look that bad, the air around the school is very calm and filled with splashes of life with the surrounding greenery. Everyone around me seem quite cheery despite it being about 7:30am. Plus the uniforms are much more comfortable then I thought it would be, so far so good. Since Kageyama and Hinata are a year younger than me they won't be graduating until next year, meaning I'm probably going to experience a lonely first year before they arrive, not that I mind having some space to myself. "Well here I go" I whisper to myself, Cautiously I step through the entrance and trekked towards the main entrance. However, before I could make it even two feet through the gate I felt a sharp pain in my left hand. The Hell was that? I look at my hand, everything seemed normal with the thread, still the dull red it always has been. I looked a bit closer and then I noticed a slight change, the thread actually is tightened a little more than usual. What the hell is that supposed to mean. I look around, everyone has made their way into the building leaving me alone in the large court yard. Then how or who the hell made my thread tug?! My mind was suddenly cut short however, as a screeching clang rang throughout the neighbourhood indicating the start of the day. "Well shit can't be late for class the first day" I jog lightly towards the entrance while keeping an eye on my left hand. Much to my dismay nothing happened leaving me to believe that it was just false hope thinking that I might actually have another end to my thread. "One day" I whispered under my breath.

*Normal POV*

As Suga sprinted towards his assigned classroom, a tall, built man with short brown hair leaning on the wall just beside the entrance peered towards Suga's retreating figure. He looked astonished as he slowly stared at his own left pinky loosely threaded with a dull red string tug subtly tighter towards Suga's direction. "What the Fuck?" He grunts.