A Heart Full of Love - Drabble
Ace of Diamond Soulmate AU!
Even as a child, Eijun had never been selective with his love. He gave it freely, which was both a delight and a worry to his family.
It was typical in the larger cities of Japan for children to wear gloves, cover their skin, to keep them âsafeâ for whatever reason their parents and their governments made up.
Eijunâs family lived in the countryside, and never really bought into that. If love was something to be wary of then humans wouldnât be a social race!
But with Eijunâs first broken heart⊠his family thought, maybe they should start making Eijun wear gloves... For his own sake.
Children were emotional. That was the simple fact of things.
Children left fleeting marks, unable to understand their own emotions well enough for anything lasting to be established.
Often parentâs found that the marks left on their skin by their children shifted and changed colour over the developmental years. It was normal, natural. They were barely people yet. But a defining trait of Eijun was his large capability for emotions, and at 7 years old, while Eijun was old enough to understand what his disappearing marks meant, his father begrudgingly picked him up from school midway through a Wednesday to take him to see a psychiatrist in the city.
Autism they said, ADHD as well. Rejection-Sensitive-Dysphoria they said, common in neurodiverse kids.
Eijunâs mother cried a little that night, thoughts full of that book she was reading; that book set in a world where instead of colours imprinted on your body, flowers grew, flowers that could choke a person who was rejected. She was glad this was not the world she lived in.
As it was, the world she lived in would be a struggle for her darling baby boy.
Thankfully children were mostly covered for heath care insurance⊠but she was worried what putting her darling on medication for all his life only to yank it away when he turned 18 would do to him. Instead they opted to send him to therapy with all the governmentâs money her father in law could milk from the whole situation.
It was true that Eijun struggled during school, but she had always made sure he completed his homework before bed, and would continue to help him herself, even if it meant she played tutor.
Unfortunately, even as a family, they just couldnât afford any more support for him. He was only a child, all children struggled. He would be fine, and they would have a professional consultant to make sure of that.
At 7 years old Eijun felt his little heart break for the first time.
It wasnât the last time, but it never got easier.
He would befriend someone, get attached, he would leave a mark, they would get a bit weirded out.
Sometimes what where once colourful marks on his hands became a steely grey and faded within the month to resemble nothing but a scar.
When that happened it was worse.
But children were fickle and didnât quite understand their own emotions, let alone their own emotional impact on others.
Eijunâs marks on his former friends didnât fade on their bodies until he finally got it thought his thick skull that they didnât want to be around him anymore.
That they didnât like him anymore.
Despite all this, Eijun wasnât a sad child.
He had a loving and supportive family, as rowdy and unconventional as they were. He had an ever-growing love for sports which had him trying out every sports team the school had and he wasnât half bad, leaving him a simple, friendly student (if a little weird and a lot loud) in the eyes of most.
Even if he had only one real friend, he wasnât disliked and wasnât bullied. Just teased by his classmates for having a best friend be a girl, sharing love with a girl. But Wakana was great, and this didnât dissuade him from anything regarding her, as his mother said, they were just jealous of his and Wakanaâs best-friendship.
It was middle-school when the teasing turned malicious. Peers started to realise as they got older that he was different. That he was weird.
That wherever he went he âpressuredâ people to like him with his golden handprints.
At 12 years old Eijun finally agreed to wearing gloves to school.
Eijun wasnât a sad child. Yes, he was weird, and yes, he was loud, but he found his circle.
He inspired enough people with his overflowing heart that he had enough friends to help him create a baseball team. (His favourite sport!) They played with him because they loved him back, even if he gave them marks shortly after meeting them, even if he was slightly overwhelming at first, his real friends were the ones who stayed. He didn't mind if they didn't reciprocate until months or years later - he had learnt by now that that was okay!
Eijun was happy with his life and his love by the time he turned 15.
He still wore gloves to school. He wore gloves to school when he moved all the way out of the country. It was only sensible.
Seidou was alien and intimidating.
Eijun had always thought that he would spend the rest of his life with his childhood friends, he kinda, sorta didnât want to be here. Even if he also did want to be here.
Eijun was alone in Seidou, which just meant that he had to start over. Which wouldnât be hard, he just had to find his people â and where better to start looking than a team full of baseball obsessed idiots just like him!
