Coffee Shake [Second Chance]
A/n: Wowie... I really procrastinated this one, but here it is! Guys, tell me if you like this or not as well!! I don’t get a lot of notes on it, and I’m tempted to just... I dunno, not write it here, but like just for myself and then post the whole thing in one go. Maybe people would like that better? Anyway, enjoy!
“They really do have purple strings.”
After going to the school nurse and explaining their whirlwind of a situation, they had been escorted to the nearest clinic to check if what they had said about their strings were true. The two sat in the chairs in front of the desk, anxiously awaiting the results as their parents stood behind them, concern clear on their faces.
The doctor takes one last glance at the paper, then looks up to address them.
“Well, this sort of appearance is quite rare…” He tilts his gaze to Y/n. “You said you had met your soulmate already?”
A lump forms in their throat, but they manage to let a mumbled ‘yes’ slip through. The doctor hums in thought, focus going back to the x-ray vision of their string. There was no denying that it was there, but such a situation only occurred if their previous soulmate rejected them. By prospect, Y/n’s previous string should have cut off and turned black by now, but it was not as such. In fact, their string had even regained some of its red hues after being scanned, a soft tinge of crimson soaking back into the white yarn. The doctor rubs his temples in attempts to smooth out his wrinkles. He should’ve taken a day off.
“Well,” the doctor stands up and the two children follow his movements, “all this means is that Sugawara is your second chance at having a soulmate. The purple colour comes from your light blue string merging with your red string.”
He stares at Sugawara. “And you had a white string before this, yes?”
Sugawara nods. The doctor nods with him.
“That explains the lightness of the colour.”
He walks to the door of the room, leading the group out. “Your string will darken in colour in a few weeks, it’s still getting used to having a connection. Nothing more to do there.”
Just as they were about to leave, he pauses, as if thinking.
“One moment-“
But they had already left the clinic, the two feverish to go home. He sighs, placing folding his arms together.
“Well, that string will probably die off soon, otherwise…”
He hums. “The two partners will have to win them off.”
He ponders upon the situation a bit more before chuckling. “Lucky them, I suppose.”
“Not everyone can get people to fight for them.”
Outside the clinic, the two had separated ways. One pair left ecstatic, the other, baffled.
“You had met your soulmate?!” Y/n flinched from their mother’s words, feet shuffling against the tarmac road.
“It was Iwaizumi-san.”
This only seemed to anger her further. Meeting your soulmate meant a happy, successful life. Meeting your soulmate meant that Disney happy ending, just like she had done.
Why did her child not get the same?
To be honest, she wasn’t even angry, she was more scared than anything. Those who had two strings were considered defects. They were called whores or sluts because they had more choices than the rest of the majority. It was even worse for those who had more than two, but those were one in a billion chances. Having multiple strings meant either one or most of your soulmates will reject you at some point. Possibly even all, if you’re horribly unlucky. It’s quite a cruel process, physically and mentally hurting those who got rejected, thus why the gene had died out along the years.
The multiple-string gene ran in their family. It skipped her generation, thankfully enough, but she wasn’t expecting her child to get it. She remembered hearing about her great-grandmother marrying a man who didn’t believe in soulmates. She had been rejected by all three of her soulmates, thus leaving her with no guidance to her one and only. She was lucky to still have men who enjoyed her presence, one so much that he married her. Though she seemed happy, cheery and grateful, she knew it was different.
She passed away at a young age of forty-nine. It was diagnosed that her heart had eventually slowed down its beating so much that she couldn’t get blood to circulate fast enough, thus leading to her death. All because her soulmates had rejected her.
She didn’t want her child to die in such a state.
Before she could lecture them, their father placed a hand on her shoulders, holding her back. He smiled at her, then at their child. It was a warm smile, the one you give to a kid when they drop their ice-cream and the shop had closed for the day so you couldn’t buy them a new one.
“He didn’t believe in it, right?”
Tears pooled inY/n’s eyes, the first few droplets dribbling down their face and creating a silvery stain across their cheeks. They shook their head, but produced a smile anyway.
“Let’s just… go home.”
Sneakers scuffling against the gravel, they get into the car for the silent ride home.
‘Plink!’
Y/n’s phone lights up with a notification. They peer at it in curiosity.
Y/n squints at their phone, baffled. Who was this random stranger who coincidently texted them at such a vulnerable time?
Oh.
They quickly change the contact’s name and types back.
Though it was merely a text, Y/n could feel Suga’s worry through the glass screen clearly. They smiled to themself. Sad that he had to have a soulmate like them, rather than someone he really deserved. Worse yet, Y/n might just ruin Suga’s chances, just like they did for Iwa; and Suga actually WANTED a soulmate.
They had to make this work. Not just for themself, but for Suga.
Y/n waited patiently, wondering what Suga would say. The three dots flashed across the screen for what seemed like an eternity, blinking, blinking, blinking.
Odd.
Y/n placed their phone into their lap. Whatever, they’d care about it later. Probably wasn’t important.
If only they knew how much Sugawara was struggling to word every single anxiety in his heart. Struggling to tell them that he was sobbing in the car but he didn’t know if it was because he was happy, or because he was afraid.
Afraid that he was kneeling before a throne unaware that it was born of lies.
Afraid that he was nothing but a gullible, trusting lamb, following a charming wolf in disguise.
Fear had struck him. It struck him harder than any volleyball match, it struck him harder than the day he was told he might not find his soulmate.
And, for a moment, Suga wished he never knew about you.