a soulmate au scenario with akaashi please! any au is fine
AU chosen: the one where when one experiences physical touch (harm, arousal, etc.) also translates to their soulmate
___ sighs as they feel the tips of their fingers warm with a tinge of pain. It happened just about everyday, sometimes going hours upon hours. It had been something they’d gotten used to, simply thinking their soulmate must have had some hobby that included them using their hands a lot.
They were working in their school’s library, tapping the pen rhythmically against the paper of their study guide while trying to work their way through a particularly tough problem. Most people had already evacuated the premises, the only other people there were the few who had been caught up in club activities. They smile as they think of their own club, happy they’d be having a meeting the next day.
When they checked the watch fastened around their wrist, they gasped in the slightest. ___ stood up abruptly, causing the legs of the chair scrape obnoxiously against the smooth floor.
“Shh!” They faintly hear the librarian scold them, apologizing before quickly exiting the building. “I’m going to be late for dinner...” They whisper to no one in particular when they see the sun almost completely disappeared over the horizon.
The Fukurodani student looks from side to side, wondering which way would be the most effective route to get them home. “Ah!” They say, remembering a certain shortcut a friend of theirs took them through when they were trying to get out of running during gym class. They flush at the flashback, scolding themselves for not even trying.
Soon the thought was thrown to the wind as they beginning to speed walk over to the gym buildings. If they cut through the main hall, they’d skip all of the busy streets they needed to pass in order to get home. ___ smiles at how clever they were in a pinch, adding a slight hop to their step as they hold their items closer to their chest.
That is, until a sudden stinging sensation in their palm causes them to drop all of their books in surprise. They didn’t think the commotion was that loud, but when they heard the movements inside the gym building cease they knew they’d gotten the attention of someone.
The heavy metal door opened with a loud creak. Light spilled through the open doorway, splashing ___ as they scrambled to pick up their lost items. They recognized the person standing before them almost immediately. Bokuto Koutaro, the Fukurodani volleyball team’s ace and captain.
“Sorry-,” They start, picking up the last of their books as they stand up. ___ winces when they feel the skin of their knee become sore, realizing they must have scraped it when they knelt down to pick up their things. “Did you hurt yourself? Come in, come in!” Bokuto says enthusiastically, letting out his hand for them to take. They do, albeit in an embarrassed manner, feeling sorry for interrupting the team’s practice.
The inside of the gym was splashed with warm light and it smelled of sweat. It wasn’t very pleasant, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t smelt it before. In the middle of the court the rest of the team seemed to be congratulating a certain black haired boy.
“Nice spike, Akaashi!” Someone ___ recognized as Konoha says, slapping the boy on the back. The other looks a bit irritated, sighing while everyone else continues to laugh along.
“Spike...?” They question having the faintest idea that maybe, just maybe the stinging sensation in their palm was caused by him. Bokuto whistles, ceasing their train of thought as the rest of the boys focus on the newly introduced person.
“Do we have any gauze in here?” Bokuto asks, tilting his head to the side as he surveys the faces of their teammates. Komi nods. “Yeah... It’s right next to the door, Bokuto. You should know that.” The stripe haired boy only laughs heartily, dragging ___ over to the door and picking up a small first aid box.
“Do you know how to work gauze, Bokuto-san?” The black haired boy from earlier shows up out of no where, making ___ jump a bit. It didn’t help that he was so goddamn pretty. It was a bit intimidating. Bokuto almost grumbles out something to counter before gasping when he saw the state of Akaashi’s knee. The small cut looked shockingly similar to ___’s.
“I just got it a minute or two ago... Maybe I scratched myself after I spiked the ball.” Akaashi reasons, sticking his leg out to gaze at his own injury.
“Y-You’re my soulmate!” ___ blurts, covering their mouth shortly after realizing what they’d said. Akaashi looks surprised for a second, but reverts to his normal face. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, you see, I feel my fingertips hurt a lot, almost as if they’re tossing something. Are you a setter?” The boy nods at them, waiting for them to continue.
“And my hand stung a lot earlier! That’s what made me drop my things and scrape my knee. See? You have a matching cut.” They state matter-of-factly, pointing from their leg to his own. Akaashi flushes, nodding in realization.
“I-I guess we really are soulmates.” He whispers, tugging on the hem of his shirt uncomfortably. Bokuto yells out in surprise, or maybe excitement. The couple had almost forgot the boy was there.
“You guys won’t believe it! Akaashi found his soulmate!” He yells throwing his hands up into the air as if he had found his own soulmate. Akaashi and ___ sigh at the same time, making them turn and smile at each other. If there had been any doubt prior, it wasn’t there anymore.
