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Doodles (Haikyuu X reader soulmate AU)

Ok, so before I begin this, two things: One: I have never written anything for Haikyuu nevertheless anything for tumblr. Two: this is a Tsukishima x reader soulmate AU where whatever you write on your arm your soulmate can see, with some restrictions like giving exact locations, only hints. You live in the US for this and are left handed. And without further ado...... ------ It all started with a simple squiggle on your left arm when you were ten, you know you couldn't have put it there, after all, that was your dominant hand. A few moments later some random characters showed up there, in a language you weren't exactly aware of. Asking around to know what language it was, you finally found that it was hiragana for "hello" Later that day you finally decided to respond. Not with a hello, but with a doodle of the American flag, which was basically you saying "I'm sorry, I don't understand you." The day came to a close, and you went home to tell your parents about the occurrence. "Honey! That's amazing!" Your mother cheers, her eyes looking kind of glossy from maybe joyful tears? "What do you mean, why was there writing on my arm?" You ask, confused. "You've made contact with your Soulmate, oh I hope he is wonderful to you. You know, your dad and I were soulmates, oh was it funny when we met, I was working at the college bookstore...." you tuned her out and got lost in your thoughts. 'Soulmate? How come I never knew of this?' A tingling sensation was felt on your arm. A response! Your mother gasped, and her face fell when she saw it, it was a Japanese flag. "He's from Japan?" She asked and you nodded. "Well then, this will be interesting. Maybe when you are a little older, we'll send you abroad and maybe you'll find him or her." She smiled, bringing you into a hug. You hugged back and nodded. "That sounds like a plan mom." The years passed by and the two of you had an unspoken rule that you both would communicate through doodles. One day you drew a pair of swim goggles, a symbol that you were on the swim team, he responded with a Volleyball. You drew a dinosaur and an alien, he circled the dinosaur. He drew two stick figures, a short stick figure and a tall stick figure, you circled the space between, you were pretty average height wise. Glasses or no glasses, you circled glasses. Sun or moon- Night or day. You circled the moon. After all, not only was it cooler at night, it was beautiful. The years went on like this, making doodle exchanges of events that happened. One day on your first day of sophomore year you drew your school mascot on your arm, knowing he was from Japan and establishing he was finally in high school since middle school is three years and high school is three. He responded with a crow. A few minutes later you saw something on your arm, it was English. "Hello." Was all of said. "Hello, I'm _____" you wrote back. He finally knew your name. "I'm Kei." He wrote back, "I finally can use English well enough to speak to you." Let's just say you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to text your mother a picture of your arm. "Alright, here it goes." You mumble to yourself, writing in katakana, "My Japanese writing isn't very good, I'm sorry." You receive a reply, "no, it's ok, how about we help each other?" "Absolutely." The two of you via arm made a schedule of the days you would use either language, Sundays, mondays, and Tuesdays would be English, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were Japanese and Saturday was him in English while you replied in Japanese. It was now your junior year and you were both pretty fluent in the other's language. The first day of school you saw a new face, a tall blonde with glasses and a glare on his face that could drill holes through whoever he saw. Having a friend who wore a very much alike expression, you decided to approach him. "Well you're a new face, the name is ____, and you are?" He looked down at you and glared. "None of your business." "You're lost aren't you? You're that exchange student that everyone is talking about. This isn't the Junior hall you know what right?" "Maybe...." "Let me see your schedule." He hands you a slip of paper, and you look at his name neatly centered on top "Kei Tsukishima. Period one: Anatomy Period two: Algebra 2 Period three: English 11 Honors Period four: Ceramics Period five: World History Period six: Physical Education Period seven: Drawing" "Hey, our schedules almost match up completely except for fifth and sixth. Follow me Kei." And then it hit you. You whipped out your pen and furiously drew on your arm the US flag with a question mark. "Hey, Kei can I see your right arm please?" "Why?" "Just let me see it." You pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and there it was, the US flag with question marks. "It's nice to meet you soulmate." You smiled. He looked at you aghast, "what?" You gestured to the conversations on your arms from the night before, now faded. The hall had gone silent by now, everyone's attention on the two of you. The meeting of a soulmate was important, and nobody interfered with it. "Kei, it's really nice to finally meet you." Your voice cracked a bit as you started to cry happily. "It's so good to meet you. Finally, after six years." You wipe tears from your eyes. The blonde watched as you cried, and he finally stepped forward, putting his arms around you, "you know when I asked if you were tall or short and you said in the middle you totally lied. You're tiny. And that's ok." He whispered and you laughed, returning the hug. "Well I wasn't exactly expecting you to be what? Six foot five? Your practically a tree, but that's fine." You whisper back and you feel his chest vibrate with laughter. You pull away and look around. The crowd around you claps. "Oh, now that I'm on the receiving end of this, it's actually quite embarrassing." Kei gives you a questioning look. "School tradition is that if soulmates meet during school hours, everyone in the surrounding area stops what they are doing to watch. The teachers aren't a fan of it because it holds up traffic, but they understand that it's important." You sigh, scratching the back of your head, "Anyway, uh, off to algebra?" "Yeah." He takes your hand in his. After school, he walked you home, "come in, I think my mom will want to meet you." "Mom!! Come here!" "Coming sweetie!" A door opens down the hall and footsteps. "Oh, ____ who is this?" "Mom, this is Kei Tsukishima. My soulmate." At soulmate your mom's jaw dropped. "_____, he's so handsome! Kei, I'm (M/n), ____'s mother. It's so nice to finally see you after hearing so much about you. Do you still like dinosaurs?" The boy with glasses sighed and nodded, "yes I still do." "Alright then, _____ why don't you take him to your room to study and I'll come by with snacks in a minute." "Alright." You grab his hand and lead him to your door, "I'm pretty sure you won't be surprised by what you see, after all I have been screaming to you about my anime obsession for a good while now." Opening the door, Kei looks around, the room was well lit and pained a pastel (F/c) with posters for anime stuck to the walls and a shelf with figures right next to the desk. A Volleyball sat in the corner along with a swim bag. A bookshelf full of various YA fiction and manga sat by your closet. "Oh, you can put your bag on my desk or on the bed, doesn't matter, and make yourself comfortable on the floor." You say, while digging through your school bag and pulling out the homework for that day, yes, your teachers gave you homework on the first day back. "I meant to ask, I know your ability in English is really high, but I'm suprised that you got into honors english. How'd you manage that?" "Before I was deemed eligible for an exchange, I had to take an English test, I got a perfect and my verbal test was the same. They asked me how I was so fluent, and I told them about you." You nod your head, "alright. Anything we need to cover about each other before we get to studying?" "Is there a boy's Volleyball team here?" "I wish." "That's pathetic." "I know. Maybe we can suggest it to the board?" "Will we find anyone who wants to join? Who will manage?" "I'm sure we'll find people and I can manage, I'm taking a break from swim this year anyway." "Sounds like a plan." "Alright, let's get to the homework!"