A/N: Day 14, and today's theme is; Everyone is born with a bracelet on their left wrist that changes color depending on their soulmate's mood and can even flash words sometimes.

Mood Swings

For his entire life, Hinata's soulmate had had a tiny little problem with mood swings. One moment, the bracelet around his left wrist would be the calm blue color of concentration, and the next, a fierce angry red or furious black. It kind of scared him at times, when he would be focused on other things, like eating cake or studying, and suddenly his wrist would just flash a spontaneous color, even if it had been consistently the same for the entire day. It was a bit worrying, to be honest.

At one point, the constantly changing colors grew so annoying, Hinata vowed that when he and his soulmate met and got married, he would make their wedding cake red and black out of spite. Or perhaps yellow, which was another color frequently featured on his wrist; the lemon yellow of annoyance and frustration.

Hinata was pretty sure his own color was most often either the bright orange of excitement or the cool purple of happiness. And in his opinion, he didn't deserve a bracelet with such an ugly color spectrum. And so he made it his goal to meet his soulmate and cheer them up because seriously, they needed it.

Of course, that might take a little bit of time. He was constantly watching his wrist at all hours of the day, no matter where he was, because his bracelet would supposedly flash gold when he was near his soulmate; the only hint it would ever give him as to their identity.

Now, while he was in class, reading a page from his history book, the bracelet was a dull gray; the color of boredom. His might have been the same. He hated history, and reading like this was completely boring. But when he turned a page, he saw the bracelet's color flicker before changing to the dark evergreen shade of apprehension. A small frown crossed his face. Apprehension? Maybe they have a test today...?

He shrugged and turned back to his book. It was about some guy who made a ton of mistakes and eventually got assassinated; a pretty common theme in history. Also pretty boring. What page were they supposed to read to again? 262?

"Excuse me, class, can I please have everyone's attention!"

Hinata jerked in his seat, startled out of his own thoughts, and quickly looked to the front of the room, where his teacher stood with her hands collapsed behind her back, wearing a pleasant smile. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us today." She turned, and Hinata's eyes followed to see a tall dark-haired boy standing next to her, wearing a stoic expression. "This is Kageyama Tobio. Please welcome him!"

She turned back around and scanned the room, eyes landing on a spot directly beside Hinata. He gulped. "Ah! There's an open desk next to Hinata-kun. Please take a seat."

The boy seemed to shrug himself into motion, striding over to the desk and collapsing into it, ignoring the curious stares of the class. Hinata eyed him warily. A flash of color caught his eye, and he turned his head to glance down at his wrist. "HEH?!" He sprung out of his seat so quick, his chair was knocked backward as he stared down at his bracelet in shock. Gold.

"Hinata-kun, what on earth has gotten into you?!" His teacher shot him a disapproving look. "Please sit back—"

"AH!" Kageyama too shot out of his seat, staring at his wrist with an expression completely parallel to the stoic one he'd worn before; utter surprise. "What the hell?!"

"Both of you, please sit down!" the teacher shouted, but her voice was faltering, unsure of what was going on. "Please, um..."

Hinata ignored her, eyes trained intently on his wrist, body trembling from shock, blood rushing through him and heartbeat pounding in his ears. As he watched, the gold was mixed with a bright neon pink that showed surprise, tinged with bits of light turquoise for embarrassment. His gaze shot over to Kageyama's wrist. Gold. Gold gold gold. It's gold.

"Mood Swing!" Hinata shouted, pointing a shaking finger at him in accusation, voice trembling. Kageyama scowled, and Hinata's bracelet flashed yellow and red. "Eh? Who're you calling 'Mood Swing', you dumbass?!"

Flinching, Hinata quickly recovered and glared back at him, balling his fists angrily. "Don't call me dumbass, you jerk!" He straightened, placing his hands on his hips as he shot a determined look at a still fuming Kageyama. "You know, I swore to make you happy, so you better stop being so mean!"

"Eh..." their teacher piped up nervously, flinching as both boys turned to glare at her, "not to interrupt, but maybe you two should go talk this out privately...?" Her eyes turned to encompass the entirety of the class, which were all staring at them, and Kageyama flushed while Hinata shifted on his feet nervously.

"Fine," Kageyama said with a scowl. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, followed after a moment by a very hesitant Hinata. As soon as they were out of earshot of the classroom, Kageyama whirled on him with such a harsh glare, Hinata flinched and took a step back, hands raised defensively. "Y-you wanna fight?"

Kageyama ignored him, taking a step closer, causing Hinata to stumble back as he jabbed a finger into his chest. "I can't believe a dumbass like you is my soulmate!"

"Well... right back at you!" Hinata yelled, amber eyes flashing with anger and frustration. Who did this guy think he was?! Was someone as rude as this really the person he was destined to be with? Was this some kind of joke? Hinata felt a sting in his eyes and furiously wiped at them. "I— I already knew you were a jerk, anyway." He turned around, clenching his fists as he tried to fight back the tears. "I'm going back to class."

"Tch. Wait, I didn't mean it like that." Hinata ignored him. "Oi, you dumbass, I'm talking to you." A hand closed around his wrist, and the action startled Hinata so much that the tears he'd been holding back finally slipped free. He stared up into a pair of intense blue eyes, unable to speak. Kageyama took the opportunity. "I was just surprised, alright? Don't cry." He looked away but didn't release his wrist, though the grip loosened. "I'm sorry."

He's... apologizing? Hinata was aware that he was still crying, but he wasn't really sad or mad anymore. Why wouldn't the tears stop coming? This wasn't anything like he'd expected or wanted, though he should've seen this coming. He knew his soulmate was going to be a piece of work, didn't he? But he'd sworn to make them happy; it didn't matter who they were...

Kageyama looked concerned and slightly overwhelmed. "Hey, why are you still crying? I really am sorry." He clicked his tongue and used his sleeve to wipe at Hinata's cheeks. "Your face is a mess. You can't go back like this."

"I-I'm fine," Hinata protested, blushing as Kageyama scrubbed his face with his jacket sleeve. "You don't have to do that... I'm not a kid, you know..."

"Could've fooled me. Now stop squirming." His face remained neutral as he continued cleaning him up, and Hinata stilled, glancing away from him, a flush creeping up his neck as he sniffled. This was a completely different Kageyama than the one he'd seen just moments earlier. How could he switch from being mean to gentle so quickly? Oh, right... Mood swings. The thought made Hinata giggle, earning an annoyed look from Kageyama. "Oi, what're you laughing for?"

"Haha, sorry!" Hinata beamed as Kageyama cleared the last remaining vestiges of tears from his face. "I just thought of something funny, that's all!" He opened his eyes to glance up at Kageyama, who had pulled away and was adjusting his jacket sleeves. "Y'know, you're not so bad after all, Kageyama!" He grinned widely. "And I'm gonna make you so happy, you won't be able to stand it!"