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seokiloquy · 4 years ago

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Two Timer - Akaashi & Kozume

Soulmate AU: There's a timer on your wrist that counts down to the second you meet your soulmate.

Requested (yes this is an x reader though it may not seem that way at first.)

Word Count: 1.5k+

Kenma, as most setters are, is very observant. He's always been able to pin someone and use their actions to his advantage. Whether it was by tilting his head one way or shifting his foot; Kenma could make someone think he's about to do something he isn't. Despite his rather weak stature, which never seemed suitable for an athlete, Kenma’s mind was sharp. But come a particular game in his first year, he thought he met his match.

Fukurodani is and always has been a formidable school, known for its star players and great teamwork.

It was a practice match. One that went on for hours is Nekomas volleyball gym. There were no observers standing on the sides as they cheered, just coaches yelling pointers and patterns. During the game, Kenma found that he kept having a very relaxed staring competition with the setter opposite him. A taller boy with short black hair that parted a bit at the centre of his forehead. He had sharp eyes, a stronger build, and -judging by the number on the back of his pinnie- he has a first-year as well. The boy made smart, calculated move’s, but didn’t seem quite in sync with his team yet. He's too similar, Kenma thought, but not the same. The freshly bleached blonde-haired boy set a toss up, quick and out of the way of blockers for the bed-headed captain to spike down into the gym's floor.

Akaashi was reserved. Not too different from Kenma, but chose to be quiet for a different reason that was easily found out when you observed the team as a whole.

The two spoke after the practice was over as their respective friends fooled around, annoying their teammates and coaches alike. Complementing each other's skills and techniques while exchanging phone numbers before they got pulled away to their captain's sides to join their own teams again.

It wasn't until later while playing on his DS that Kenma realized that the clicking on one of his arms stopped. Leaving the lonely sound of a singular clock ticking to fill his room. He types the message as quickly as possible, only to get one before he could hit send.

Did yours stop too?

Akaashi never quite understood why he had two timers on his arm. It wasn’t until he met Kenma and one stopped, did he understand the situation he and his partner were in. Kenma, luckily, also had two timers. Across all four of their arms, the times were paired with 00:00:00 on their rights, and another that was synced on their lefts, slowly counting down.

Akaashi liked math, it was so specific. No wrong answers or options. He had a calendar hung up above the desk in his room with all the important dates of the year marked on them. One day, a couple of weeks after their initial meeting, while lounging on Akaashi’s mattress, Kenma noticed the squared-off paper on the wall and asked his soulmate a question.

“Do you want to count it down?”

Akaashi looked down at the boy who rested on his stomach while playing a game. Kenma’s hair had begun to grow out, making a harsh black line across the top of his head.

“Count it down? Why?”

The gamer shrugged, observing the immaculate room around him, “You seem to like keeping track of things, wouldn’t you want to be prepared?”

Akaashi brushed his fingers through the dry hair on Kenma's head. He gently tugged on the knots, trying to make the move as painless as possible for the relaxed boy. Akaashi dropped his head back.

"I'm not… opposed to the idea."

You joined your school's volleyball team on a whim. Clubs were mandatory for students and volleyball seemed like a pretty mellow idea at the time. Besides, you had just recently graduated from middle school where you were the team's ace and did pretty well if you do say so. It didn't take long to realize how competitive the group was and how seriously everyone took their job. Not that you were opposed to it (the drive made it fun and you gained most of your high school friends from the program), but it definitely wasn't what you expected.

Yes, maybe you should've taken the school's sports reputation into account before joining. But Niiyama Girl's High had such high academic records that sports had flown right past your head.

Looking at your team from an outside perspective, you realize how intimidating you all must look with short cut hair. It was a sort of team pact thing, but you used it as an excuse to finally cut your hair short.

The nationals stadium was enormous and warm (a big welcome from the cold January temperatures outside) with tons of students and observers wandering around as they looked for seats.

"(L/N) we're going to go warm-up, grab your things."

Your captain's hair, like the rest of the third years, was at a bob length after growing out for the past three years. Yours, as well as the rest of the first years, had pixie cuts that looked a little scruffy from growing out over the last few months. Knee pads and water bottles tumbled around in your bag, making dull thuds as you walked with your teammates.

"I'm I just nervous or is your ticking louder than normal?" You couldn't tell if she was teasing you or genuinely concerned.

Your brow furrowed. Quickly unzipping your duffle bag and scrummaging through the contents, you pulled out a pair of long elbow pads that go down to your elbow. They easily dampened the sound of your arms ticking so it didn’t bother your teammates. Not that they minded much, your constant ticking gave them a steady sound to rely on them your opposing team riled them up.

The game before yours hadn’t finished yet. It was the boy’s second game, near the end, but with no clear finish in sight.

Inarizaki High was intense, so was their cheer squad. Rolls of a trumpeted storm pushed through the air as the opposing team’s supporters tried to drown them out with consistent drumming. Your teammates huddled closer to your side.

“Your ticking is getting louder.”

You rolled down your pads’ sleeves, “I honestly don’t know why they’re doing this.”

Time was in its seconds.

“Hey Hey Hey! That’s my protege!”

Your captain pointed over to a group not far over in the ground observation space.

“Bokuto, stop. You’re making a scene,” one said, brushing a hand through his short hair.

Throwing a look over your shoulder to your team, you slowly walked over as they waved you over, annoyed by the loud player.

“Calm down, Akaashi. It’s not like he’s hurting anyone,” The other said as he flipped his long hair out of his eye.

“Actually, I find it quite bothersome,” the last interjected, keeping his head down and eyes on the game in front of him.

The white-haired boy was about to yell again before you stepped in, “I must say, I agree. Could you please keep it down, my team’s trying to stay focused here.”

You pointed back to your team, who at this point were completely engrossed in the ongoing match before them rather than the predicament they’d thrown you into. You rested a hand on your hip and brushed a hand through your shaggy hair. You didn’t notice the ticking stop.

But the boys in front of you did and it wasn’t you ticking.

The shortest tilted his head away from the game and finally acknowledged you, “What’s your match?”

“Huh?”

“Your match,” the second shortest said. “Like your soulmate pairing.”

Without bothering to look down, you lifted the fabric of your elbow pad, “I’ve got timers on my wrists, oh hell.” You swallowed, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude. Especially to your friend. Oh good going (Y/N), great first impression.”

“Kenma, Kozume,” the dyed blonde one bowed. The other quickly followed behind him but put his hand out as well, for you to take.

“Akaashi, Keiji, I would say we planned for this day, which we did, but it seems it hasn’t gone quite as planned.”

You chuckled, “I’ll admit. I didn’t quite think that I had two soulmates but, you know, it makes a lot more sense than two heads.”

“Two heads?”

“Please, don’t ask. I seem crazy enough as it is. You don’t need to add more fuel to the fire.”

They both laughed quietly, making a light harmony between their voices. A song that you couldn’t wait to be a part of.

Akaashi, seemingly the less shy of the two, held both of your hands gently. “You’re playing next right? We’ll stay for as long as we can before our next game. We’ll both be in gym 1, so come find us afterwards.”

Kenma spoke up, “It looks like your team wants you for a meeting.”

You nodded, looking over your shoulder, “Ya, okay. I’ll come find you in gym 1 after we win.”

This honestly could have gone on longer but I just watched Hamilton and want to sleep. -Bacon

Posted: 03/07/2020

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