Any chance I could request a soulmate au?
If possible, a hurt comfort / angst with a happy ending.
Maybe reader thinks they can't be together for one reason or another, and he has to pursue the reader to convince them that they're meant to be.
Akaashi, Kageyama, Sugawara, or Iwaizumi please, thank you! :)
Sure, I'll try my best! I know for some it works like you see in black and white until meeting your soulmate, but idk how they'd learn the colors...? Anyways.
Tags: Iwaizumi x reader, fluff, angst with happy ending, jealousy, insecurity, Oikawa, soulmate au.
Synopsis: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, a person destined to love you until forever falls apart, what happens when you can't be with who is supossed to be your parner for life?
A soft sigh escaped your lips when you realized you'd have to endure the seventh third-wheeling session of the week.
Watching your friends being all lovey-dovey with each other wasn't something you particulary enjoyed. Don't get it wrong, you were happy for them and glad they had found their soulmates and everything had gone okay, but being ignored is a horrendous feeling that usually leads to feeling undeserving of the attention you aren't recieving.
So even if your friends spent whole hang outs making out and giggling while they whispered in their lover's ears, completely leaving you out, you never protested.
Your friends had apologized some times, promising over and over they'd try to include and acknowledge you more, but by the end of the day they were always blissfully ignoring your existence.
You comforted yourself with the fact that you knew you had a soulmate. The thought someone out there was perfect for you and you were perfect for them was enough to keep you going everytime.
Someone who was as part as you as your own self.
Someone who you shared your essence with, your very soul.
Someone who was waiting to meet you as eagerly as you waited to meet them. Or so you hoped.
But things didn't go like you thought.
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Hajime Iwaizumi was having another tough day.
To be fair, Oikawa was being twice as annoying as always, and the nerves for the upcoming volleyball match were turning him into a stress-mess.
Plus, his soul mark had started to feel...kinda strange.
Iwaizumi liked to stare at it from time to time. Sometimes when he was alone in his room, or after a match, or whenever life, stress, anger and feelings got too much, he liked to just genuinely see it.
He would sit by himself, roll his sleeve up and pay close attention to the intrincate pattern etched on the underside of his wrist.
Trace the lines, curves and swirls with the tips of his fingers, with only careful and soft touches, as if he feared it would fade away.
But Hajime knew it wouldn't.
That was the mark he shared with his soulmate, wherever they were. The design of their souls, printed on their skins since they were born and staying even after death.
Souls can't divide.
Because your soul doesn't die with your physical form. And neither does the connection that ties you to that special person.
Souls dance among other people's souls, mixing, touching, pulling away and connecting us, searching for their other half.
And when they find it, they collide and fuse, becoming one.
That's why, when Iwaizumi would space out staring at the mark in the solace of privacy, he would always wonder how long would it take to find you.
If he only knew.
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"It's not fair you get all the attention!"
"That's because I'm more awesome"
Oikawa's cocky remark earned him a slap in the back of the head from Hajime's part and some sighs from their teammates, who knew the thing would only escalate from there.
They were warming up, about to play one of their most important matches.
The squeak of the shoes on the wooden planks and the sound of multiple volleyballs being mersilessly hit and slammed against the floor flooded the gymnasium.
People whispered and chatted as they rushed to get seats, some fangirls screamed and a new born cried while his mother tried to desperatedly soothe them.
Layers and layers of noise, unheard stories, adoring praise, murmurs, and the calls for familiar faces in the crowd, enveloping Iwaizumi welcomingly.
His gaze roamed the stands, passing by faces of kids, adults and old people, all here to see them play, to see him play...
Until he locked eyes with you.
It was completely unexpected, the way your stares met like pulled by some kind of strange magnet.
And then you felt it. And he felt it too.
That tingling sensation that run his soul mark up and down and then up again, electrifying and ticklish.
And the world faded away.
The noise, the lights, the yells and slams and squeaks. It was just you and him.
Him and you, feeling like the physical distance between you wasn't real, wasn't as far as it seemed.
And you both knew it. You knew he'd be yours, and he knew you'd be his.
Forever.
And then the magical moment broke with the loud whistle signaling the start of the match.
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"Please" Oikawa begged, pushing the bouquet of roses into Hajime with insistance.
"No" he denied in a determined tone, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.
Oikawa's chocolate brown eyes pleaded with him, full of desperation as he tried to get his best friend to deliver the flowers and the heart shaped box of chocolate to the girl Tooru was currently in a situation-ship with.
He had meant to give them himself, but coach was calling him for an interview and Oikawa's girl was just about to leave the stadium because she was running late to greet her family at the airport.
So Oikawa had no way of accepting the interview and delivering the gifts at the same time. His only solution was that Hajime accepted bringing the things to her in his place while Tooru attended fame matters.
"Alright." Iwaizumi grumbled in the end, "But you owe me"
Oikawa lit up, nodding eagerly before shoving the bouquet and chocolates into his best friend's arms and sprinting off.
Iwaizumi sighed, furrowing his brows as he started to make his way up up the stands, sorting throught the crowd with "sorry"s and "excuse me"s, ignoring the curious looks and surprised whispers to see him holding such romantical items.
"who was the lucky girl?" People wondered, their eyes trailing on him, following his way higher and higher until he reached the spot where Asami stood, her eyes roaming the place in search of Oikawa as she anxiously tapped her fingers on her lap and checked her watch.
"Asami-san" Iwaizumi called, making the girl turn around to face him, her furrowed brows softening.
"Yeah?" She asked, confusedly eyeing the roses and the heart shaped box, praying Iwaizumi would not confess to her.
"Trashikawa had to run to catch an interview so he asked me to deliver this" he stepped closer and handed her the roses and chocolate.
Asami's eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly in surprise, touched by the gesture, "He's so sweet" she cooed, "Thank you so much, Iwa-chan" she said, gazing up at him.
"You're welcome" he sighed, nodding, and turned his face to the side when she leaned to smell the roses with a love-sick expression, feeling like it was a moment Oikawa should be witnessing, not him.
And when his eyes gazed in the other direction, he was met with a surprised pair of eyes.
Your eyes.
The surprise quickly melted into hurt and his own surprise melted into horror.
You, his soulmate, had just watched him give flowers and chocolate to some random girl.
This wasn't how either of you expected your first meeting to be.
You stared like in trance, your stomach churning and your chest tightening, eyes lingering on her long enough to make insecurity and jealous claw at you.
Of course.
Of course this would happen to you. Not even your soulmate wanted you, and who could blame him?
He was so fine, and the girl just in front of him was so pretty. With perfect, long, shiny hair, gorgeous green eyes and the most striking smile.
So effortlessly flawless, she was.
How could you compare to her?
You weren't special in any way, you didn't stand out in crowds, didn't light up places with your mere presence, couldn't un bring a smile to people's faces with a few sweet words.
Truth is, you couldn't compare.
So you run away.
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Iwaizumi knew he messed up.
Well, it wasn't enterely his fault, was it? It was Trashikawa's fault.
He had rushed out the gymnasium, praying to catch a glimpse of your hair, of your clothes... A way to get to you.
Where were you? God, why did these things only happen to him?
He finally found you at the back of the building, resting your back against the wall, knees to your chest. Your eyes were closed, as if you were trying to turn the world out.
"Hey..." He said hesitantly, sitting down in front of you.
You furrowed your brows and gazed away, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, "go away, please"
He shook his head, "I know what you saw, but it's not like you think..."
"It's alright, really. You don't have to explain it it to me. We are not even dating" you assured.
He wished you'd look at him, "No, really. A friend of mine asked me to give those things to his... Almost girlfriend. I was just delivering. I promise..."
He knew how fake it must have sounded to you.
"Please, believe me. I've been waiting for you all these years, i never even dated anyone before. I've wanted to meet you so bad..." He said gently, the furrow of his brows softening as he hesitantly reached for your hand, his thumb caressing the back of it.
"You can have anyone you want" you said, eyes teary as you looked at him, all the years of insecurity washing over you "Why would you wanna be with me? I'm nothing special..."
He was taken aback, surprised you'd say something like that, "What?"
He let out a sigh and took your wrist gently, lifting it between you two so you could see the soul mark. He lifted his own and held it up besides yours.
"We are soulmates" he said, "There's no one i'd like to be with besides you"
His words were so soft and honest.
It was true he didn't know you yet, but he was sure he would be so in love with you.
The way you moved, the way you talked, how expressive your eyes were. He loved everything about you already, everything pulled him in.
"I think you're the most special person I'll ever meet" Iwaizumi said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "So please, give us a chance"
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and gestures. He looked so tough and intimidating, but yet he was being so sweet.
You couldn't have wished for someone more perfect to share your soul with, and you couldn't wait to get to really know him, to fall in love with him.
And then, when your eyes met again, you two were sure the other was who you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.
A.n: Soorryy it took so loongg!! I really don't like how i wrote it, and I had to re-write it because it got erased, it was really frustrating... But i hope you like it!!
