My first scenario on Semi! He’s one of my favourite characters and I think he’s kinda underrated, so let’s give him some love!
synopsis: au where you can draw something on your skin and it appears on your soulmate’s skin too. Y/N likes to annoy their soulmate, Semi, even though they haven’t formally met or realized they’re soulmates.
tags: fluff, soulmates au
Semi grunts once again while looking at his reflection in the mirror, looking at the new drawing that had appeared on his face that morning. He can’t even count them anymore. But nevertheless he isn’t bothered by the artistic talent of his soulmate, who for years now enjoyed messing with her arms, colouring consequently the ones of the setter. Sometimes even Semi had fun drawing some objects on his skin, so that the other person could know that he received all the messages and that he really appreciated them. But for a strange reason, for a few weeks now, when he woke up, he had found almost every day two purple hearts drawn on his cheeks.
The reason is actually very simple: you’ve decided that it was high time you found your soulmate and you’re ready to do anything, even to colour your cheeks every morning with two purple hearts. The first few months you thought it’d be a good idea going around with a pencil, colouring your hand whenever you saw someone pretty, but only recently you made up your mind and adopted a little more drastic solution.
Colours only began to appear on your skin when you started high school, a sign that your soulmate was close to you. At first you never cared too much about this whole thing, you were drawing on your arms just out of boredom. Then one day you totally changed your mind: you remember well that night when you noticed some speckles appearing on your hand forming a smile. At that moment you realised that your messages had reached their destination. Soon after you threw yourself into a meticulous research on the net, trying to figure out how this whole thing worked.
Whenever you write something on your skin, wherever it is, it also appears on the other person’s, disappearing only once the creator deletes it; the colours of the drawings appear only when you come into constant contact with your soulmate, if you hang around the same places and it is possible to receive them at greater distances only once you two have found each other; it is not possible to write words because they disappear after a few moments, causing a certain burning on both you and your soulmate, while the skin reabsorbs them.
You immediately tested the last point, but soon after you stopped, feeling a slight pain and not wanting to hurt whoever you were destined too.
You came to the conclusion that your other half should go to Shiratorizawa High School like you: you didn’t go anywhere else that wasn’t the supermarket near your house (which you’d already checked over and over again) and your school.
But if you initially thought it was going to be an easy ride, well you were wrong: you didn’t realise how many people were in your school yet, completely forgetting that it also has dorms where students can stay during the week. At first you didn’t pay it too much attention, as you kept walking around the campus with a purple pencil in your pocket, but after a few months you gave up, trying instead to give some clues to the other person: in the last few months you have scribbled, feeling quite proud of the clever plan you’ve come up with, a clock with a specific time and a specific place, but every time no one ever showed up.
Unlike you, Semi had to deal constantly with Satori’s jokes accusing him of being a heartbreaker when, with every missed appointment, at the end of the training, the doodle of a sad smile appeared on his cheek. It’s not like he didn’t see your messages or that he didn’t want to know who you were, but he knew he couldn’t skip practice, even though it was his soulmate the one asking. Ever since Shirabu joined the team, he had train twice as hard, determined at all costs to keep his place in the team and to be at least called up for the matches. He was sure that if it was fate for the two of you to meet, you eventually will. You obviously didn’t want to leave it all to fate.The boy washes his face with resignation, knowing too well that a bit of soap wouldn’t change his situation. Without caring too much about the two hearts on his cheeks, he goes on with the usual morning routine, going to the kitchen to have breakfast and finally getting ready to go to school and face morning practices, with an annoying Satori ready to tease him. He knows you’re just trying to find him, making it easier for you to recognise each other, or at least he hopes so. But for someone like him who’s not famous for having that much patience, let’s just say it’s not so easy. Even more because his teammates tease him all the time, even more if he risks losing their respect, except for Shirabu (who now listens only to Ushijima and Reon). He would never want Goshiki to talk to him with arrogance, he wouldn’t stand it. Yet he couldn’t help but find your attempts to remind him to eat cute, always making food drawings appear on his hand during meals, or how you enjoyed making him a punk by colouring his nails with nail polish and drawing various “tattoos” along his arms. He recognises your talent, and your determination to let he know that you are looking for him; he really appreciates it.
Yet, that morning, the thing that worries him the most aren’t the little drawings that you made appear on his face, but rather than every possible day, you chose just the one where he would have a practice game with another high school’s volleyball team, audience cheering for their schools. Of course, you planned it all for that occasion, hoping that your soulmate would have been a sporty guy and that he would come to see his school’s volleyball team. But how’s Semi supposed to know about what’s going through your mind?
“Good morning Semi! If it weren’t for those lovely purple hearts, I’d almost say you’re in a bad mood.” Says Tendou, greeting him with a playful smile as the boy enters the locker room.
“When you’ll find your sweetheart, could you ask her to draw them to me too? They make you so cute!” Repeats Satori again, and Semi can’t hold back a bored snort.
“If I’ll ever find my soulmate, I’ll make sure you never meet her. You’d have a bad influence on her.” The boy replays him in a bad way, placing his bag in a locker to change with his other teammates.
"Why do you say so? Wakatoshi-kun, do you I lead people astray?” The middle blocker asks the captain innocently, but instead of Ushijima the other setter speaks, watching Satori with a raised eyebrow while lacing his shoes.
“Shirabu you should be kinder to your senpais.”
“It’s a pity I don’t recognise you as such.” The red haired boy pouts, determined to give a hard time to the young setter for the rest of the morning until he begs him to leave him alone and apologises. The other third years watch the scene giggling, while the little ones try to hold back not wanting to cause the anger of the middle blocker.
The boys head to the gym ready for morning training and Semi tries his best to hide behind Ushijima, not sure that coach Washijo would appreciate the drawings on his.
The morning passes by quickly and in short time Semi finds himself at a table with his teammates having lunch peacefully, but immediately he’s interrupted by Hayato who looks at the back of his left hand with surprise, as if a magic is happening.
“Semi, look at your hand!” exclaims the libero, not shifting his gaze from the boy and attracting the attention of the others, his included.
Slowly a small white eagle on a purple background takes shape on his skin: exactly the colours of his team. He smiles happily at the small drawing, maybe you found out he plays in the volleyball team or maybe it’s just a coincidence. However, he cannot avoid being grateful for this little sign of fate: although the embarrassment for the marks on his cheeks has not faded completely yet and the idea of playing a match with two hearts placed on his face does not drive him crazy, he still likes the idea that you also cheer for him, even if perhaps unconsciously. He is motivated more than ever to show you how good he is and this small gesture, although perhaps not wanted, only encourages him to give his best, despite it being a simple practice match.
“We’re lucky then. Semi, your soulmate will cheer for us.” Reon looks at his friend with a smile that the setter kindly reciprocates. If before he might have preferred not to show up in the gym, now more than ever he can’t wait to get on the court. The idea that maybe today you’ll meet thrills him, making him impatient and excited. Although he may seem quiet from the outside, the setter feels on the inside a certain agitation: the desire to know you stronger than ever.
Once the bell rings at the end of classes, Semi and his team rush to the gym and to the lockers to change; once on the court the boy throws a quick glance on the stands, hoping to see someone like him with coloured cheeks, but he doesn’t notice anyone with his own drawings. He began to warm up with Reon and Wakanishi: although he is not sure if he’ll play today, he still wants to be ready whenever he opportunity to join the match alongside his teammates shows up. The match starts shortly after and Semi doesn’t play for all the first set, but in the second one, at a crucial moment the boy is called by the coach to momentarily replace Shirabu, offering him the opportunity to shows his skills to the enemies and combining them with those of his teammates, giving the younger setter time to rest a little.
They’re at set point, the boy tosses a ball to Ushijima and the ace with a block out marks the end of the game and the victory of Shiratorizawa. The ball touches the hands of the opponent’s wall but flies away behind them reaching the stands and the audience, more precisely ending in in the hands of a girl, who instead stares shocked at the setter. Semi doesn’t pay too much attention, he joins his team and gives a high five to Ushijima, complimenting him on the excellent spike. After the match the two teams greet each other and the setter drags himself tired towards the lockers, the thought of his soulmate now forgotten, too busy to mess around with his teammates enjoying the victory.
But then when he gets out of the gym, he sees you waiting for someone, with your phone in your hands. He sees your purple hearts and the eagle drawn on the back of your left hand and everything is suddenly clear: you’ve got to be his personal artist. He looks at you surprised, locking himself in the middle of the hallway. His friends notice it and with a laugh Satori pushes him towards you. You look up from your phone hearing the noises coming from the guys and immediately your eyes get stuck in Semi’s ones. Both you and Semi feel a sense of completion propagating throughout your bodies. You feel each other’s presence, just as if you were meant to be together, which in fact you are. You have short breath, a smile that widens second after second on everyone’s cheeks, rippling those two details that you drew that morning. You two approach slowly, meeting in the of the distance that kept you two apart just a few moments ago. You are speechless even though there are so many things you would like to say and would like to ask. You are so curious and so happy to have found that part of you that you had never known but that you missed so much.
You gather up your courage and while pulling your purple pencil out of your pocket you whisper “Can I?” just to confirm that what you already know is correct and he nods. You take your left hand again and turn it, drawing on your palm a little heart. The boy raises his hand towards you, showing you the palm on which the same drawing appeared. You giggle slightly at the sight of something so childish, but that hides a much deeper meaning.
“Hi, I’m L/N F/N, your personal artist.” You announce happily with a smile printed on your lips and the boy takes one last step, canceling the distance between you, talking your hand in his.
“Nice to meet you, I am Eita Semi, your soulmate.“
