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Soulmates weren't very common in this day. If anything, they were rare. Usually, people never found their other half, most didn't see the point in looking out for that someone who was there supposed soulmate. Yachi doubted she'd ever meet her own, and hadn't seen the point in looking out for him or her.

It wasn't a common thing, but there were cases were soulmates were of the same gender. Yachi didn't think she'd mind what her soulmate was, she wasn't actively searching them out, so what did it matter if they were male or female. Hinata and Kageyama were perfectly happy together, they weren't soulmates, neither had soul marks, but they were happy together. If she was going to be in a relationship with someone, she wanted to be like them.

As it turned out, faith had other things in store for her, and her soulmate was a lot closer than she'd thought. Bokuto, who she'd met through the volleyball team was very much intrigued with the idea of finding his soulmate and had immediately taken it that he and Yachi would begin dating right from the start.

She hadn't actully known in the beginning that he was her soulmate. Had felt uncomfortable any time the tall Fukurōdani captain approached her, had even taken to hiding whenever she so much as saw a tall figure, which meant she had to hide more than 98% of the time, even fleeing her own teammates.

He was playful and energetic, always rushing to greet her whenever he caught sight of her. More than once he'd lifted her off the floor, his arms crushing, yet protective. His teammates had been worried, as were her own, as they all could see that Yachi was unsure, and guarded around her soulmate.

Bokuto didn't share any of Yachi's concerns.

'We live four hours apart'

'We can video chat, and I don't mind traveling.'

"We don't know each other,"

"We can get to know get to know one another."

"What if you don't like me?"

"But I do like you.

He had a response to everything and nothing she said or did would detour him.

She had watched him play volleyball, seen how much he loved the game. It made her smile to see his pout when he didn't make a hit, how his childishness nature shone through when he scored. He was ignorant however of just how out of place he made Yachi feel.

She felt a surge of relief when it was finally time for the training camp to end because while Bokuto was sweet and funny, she just didn't know if he was who she wanted to spend her future together with. So, it was with careful planning that Yachi managed to bypass Bokuto and hide away on the bus, not able to summon the courage to face him, lest he breaks her resolve.

"You didn't say goodbye to Bokuto," Tsukishima said, having sat in the row next to her own.

"No," She whispered hands tightening into fists, so ashamed that she can't even meet his gaze.

"He waited for you right up until his coach told him to get on the bus." She didn't have an answer, "You know I can see why you wouldn't want him," He began and Yachi couldn't help but turn to stare at him, although he had his eyes shut looking completely relaxed at the topic. "I mean he's loud and childish, he has more mood swings than Hinata and Kageyama combined, you just wouldn't fit together."

She couldn't help but glance down at her wrist, the bold outlines of an owl in flight stood out so clearly on her pale skin. It clearly resembled Bokuto in its entirety. For so long her mark had simply been a black mark upon her skin, but since they had touched her mark had gained colour, well, only in the one space. The eyes which had been blank for so long, now glowed a magnificent gold, the same shade as Bokuto's own eyes.

Bokuto's mark had been much smaller, a small black bird sitting upon what appeared to be a star, which later had turned yellow. Their soul marks were unusual, even for soulmates, near enough the same.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence, Tsukishima having fallen asleep at some point, his head phones on and no else had tried to speak to Yachi.

It wasn't that she was completely heartless. She knew the other's must be wondering why she was doing what she was doing, but there was a reason.

Many believed that soulmates were meant to be romantic, were meant to fall in love and have families and so on and such, but that wasn't exactly true. Years ago, when her grandmother had still lived, she told Yachi a story, a story which to this day has played an important part in Yachi's life.

When her grandmother had been but a young girl, she met her soulmate. A kindly old woman who lived but doors away from her. There was no romantic feeling between the two, her grandmother only five years of age while her soulmate had been well into her eighties.

They had completed one another like no one ever had, had shared a bond like none before and had but a few years together before they were torn apart. It was often with pity that Yachi recalled that she had got to spend more time with her grandmother than her soulmate and it was for this reason that she feared Bokuto and what he could mean to her.

By nature, she was shy and reserved, while he was the complete opposite being loud and outspoken. How the two had been matched was beyond her, and yet her heart did flutter whenever he smiled at her. His kindness above all else was what drew her to him, he offered help without a second thought. How could someone like him want someone like her?

Part of her should have known that Bokuto wouldn't just give up.

"Hitoka! There's someone here to see you."

She wasn't expecting anyone, and yet at the same time she knew who it was waiting out there.

Slowly she ventured from her room to find him standing in the hallway, that bright smile still in place like she hadn't done anything wrong.

Another knock signaled her mother had to leave for work, and within seconds the two teens were alone in the apartment.

"Ah, how did you find out where I lived?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

"I asked Kuroo, who asked Kenma, who asked Hinata. I...I hope that was okay?" For the first time ever he sounded unsure if he had done the right thing.

"No, it's fine." She paused, her fingers absently rubbing her wrist. "Would you like something to drink, I'm sure it took a long time to get here."

"Whatever's fine." He said as he moved to take a seat, his eyes following her as she crosses the room.

While in the kitchen she took a quick moment to breathe and try to calm herself, neither actully working. Her heart was pounding, her skin flushed, her breathing labored although she'd done nothing but stand still for the few minutes.

Quickly she got to work getting them both a drink and a plate filled with snacks. When she returns she see's he's taken it upon himself to look over the photo's that are displayed around the room, his fingers ghosting over a photo of her as a child in the arms of her father.

"He died." She says as she sets the tray with the plate and cups down. "It was shortly after that photo was taken." She'd just turned five when he'd been involved in a car collision.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

She shakes her as he comes to join her at the table. "It was a long time ago, and I'm grateful that I have many memories of the two of us together."

He smiled then, reaching to ruffle her hair the same way he had done at the training camp. "I'm glad that you're my soulmate."

"Why?" His answer will either break her resolve to push him away or will be the cement that builds the walls around her heart.

He takes a time to answer, folding his arms and hunching slightly as he thinks, his face scrunching and nose twitching. "I've dreamed of meeting my soulmate since I first understood what the mark meant, and for so long I dreamt of someone like me." He's being fully honest with her. "I thought I wanted someone who would laugh as loud as me, maybe someone who would follow me on all the adventures I dreamt of going on as a kid."

"Instead you got me." She'd be disappointed in getting someone like herself, but he surprises her.

"I got you, and you were everything I didn't know I wanted in my life."

"What?"

He kept his gaze firmly focused on her, although his cheeks had flushed pink. "I guess I always wanted someone who'd be like me, but that first day, before we even touched, I thought I wouldn't mind if it was someone like you." Her face must show her confusion for he jumps to continue his explanation. "You're so small and whenever you smile my heart beats really fast, I thought it must be nice to have someone so cute on your team. I know that's probably not what you to want to hear, but you were right when you said that I don't know you, because I don't, but I'd like too."

It was a chance, the chance to get to know someone who would complete her. What their future would be like was uncertain, what exactly their relationship would be, she didn't know, but it was enough. Enough that Yachi was willing to take his hand and let him lead her towards tomorrow.