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please do kirasaya soulmates au please! with each other's initials on their wrists so that they could met when they holding hands. oh, but the marks only appear when both of them realized their bond is so much more than president-secretary roles. (it won't appear if both or one of them is oblivious)

this got a little too specific, so please change it however you content with! thank you so much!

Before we get to the request, I want to sincerely, sincerely thank you for your amazing patience, anon! I wanted to really work on this and get some good inspiration and such since I've never written a soulmate au before. But I genuinely hope you, and everyone else, enjoy what I came up with!

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It started with a slight itch on Sayaka’s left wrist. At first, she assumed it was just an allergic reaction to her new detergent, but it only persisted as the days went on. Soon that irritated part of her skin grew to become an angry red from her constant scratching.

Sayaka had heard stories and myths of something like this happening before. Very rarely people would meet their soulmates during their lifetime and the first letters of their first and last names would mysteriously appear on their skin along their wrists as if tattooed. Though it was said that it wouldn’t appear until you fully realized your feelings for the other.

Could it be?

Sayaka vigorously shook her head, making her bangs sway and fall into her eyes in the process.

No, that’s just ridiculous, Sayaka thought.

She stared hard at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingertips traced along the obvious blemish. A very faint dark mark could be seen beneath all of the red. Before she had a chance to really think about what it looked like, Sayaka clapped her hands against her cheeks to pull her thoughts together. Sayaka fixed her hair, tied it off to the side into her signature ponytail, then shrugged on the white dress shirt to her uniform to quickly cover up the sensitive patch of skin.

There is certainly no way that is what’s happening here. It’s an old wives tale. Fiction. Nothing more and nothing less.

Sayaka frowned to herself while pulling on the rest of her uniform. Normally, she wouldn’t be dwelling on a myth, but she couldn’t deny that her circumstances matched a lot of the symptoms listed.

I’m sure it’s nothing serious. No use dwelling on superstitions.

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The words on the paper in front of Sayaka began to blur and morph together. She blinked hard then rubbed at her eyes to ease the ache that had started behind them. She couldn’t remember exactly how long she had been sitting there, working on various paperwork for the Student Council. For all she knew, it could have been the whole day, but she was fairly sure it actually had been since the sun hung low in the sky outside.

The setting sun bathed the room in a warm orange light that filled the air with a calm stillness. Sayaka could only hear the sound of the aquarium’s filter bubbling quietly. A content smile pulled on her lips as the door to the room creaked open.

Kirari stood in the doorway, the sharp sound of her shoes on the hardwood floor now overpowering the gentle gurgling. Flashes of sunlight lit up her face as she made her way through the room then darkened when she walked through the shadows cast by the window frame.

“Still hard at work, I see,” Kirari finally said when she stopped at the window. She laid one of her hands flat against the glass. “Such dedication.”

“Someone has to do the tedious paperwork after all; and I wouldn’t subject you to that, President,” Sayaka bluntly replied, not even prying her eyes from the paper.

“Though why not at least take a break since it is getting late, hm? I could make some tea.”

Sayaka slowly shook her head. To her, taking a break would only slow her down. She finally looked up to catch Kirari lit up from behind by the warm light. Her heart suddenly caught in her throat with a single, heavy thud from the sight.

Instead of appearing cold and distant, an uncommon, calm smile had lazily stretched across Kirari’s face. She had removed her hand from the glass and instead folded her arms over her chest.

Another thud happened deep in Sayaka’s chest and her left wrist suddenly began to burn. She quickly dropped her pencil to tightly grip her wrist to try and urge the prickly pain to dissipate. Through gritted teeth and a nervous laugh, she grinned at Kirari.

“Actually, perhaps a break is in order. I’d love some tea.”

Kirari gave a curt nod and started back towards the door.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

Sayaka held her breath, eyes glued to the back of Kirari’s head, until the large door closed with a solid thunk. Immediately, she hurried to shrug off her uniform’s jacket then fumbled with the button of her dress shirt at her wrist. After struggling for a second, she finally managed to pop it open. Her mouth went dry before she folded back the cloth.

There, in stark black, were the letters K and M staring back at her.

A cold sweat broke out at the back of Sayaka’s neck. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Her mind started to race with question after question.

No. There is absolutely no way that this is real! Sayaka vigorously shook her head. This has to be a dream.

Sayaka pressed her thumb hard against her wrist and rubbed and scratched until it was bright red once again. Try as she might, the letters remained on her skin. Her heartbeat began to pick up its pace; from panic or excitement, she wasn’t sure.

I know I may have been in love with Kirari, but soulmates? Really? It’s a legend- A legend! She dragged her fingers against the letters again in an attempt to even smear them with no success. She finally dropped her head in her hands, giving up on removing them. But I can’t deny what I’m seeing with my own eyes.

Sharp footsteps made Sayaka jolt upright. Her left hand shot down into her lap to hide it beneath the table. Her other hand fidgeted with her sleeve to pull it back down and button it blindly while trying to locate who, or what, was making the sound. It didn’t take long for her to see Kirari, eyebrow raised in confusion, with a tray that had a tea set atop it.

“Everything alright?” Kirari asked.

“Yep! Great! Everything is fine!” Sayaka laughed, hoping her surprise from the sudden soulmate myth-turned-real development didn’t come across too obvious. Thankfully, Kirari didn’t seem to pry as she chuckled herself.

“If you insist, Sayaka,” Kirari chuckled again before placing the tray down onto the table.

A soft clatter filled Sayaka’s ears when Kirari placed an empty teacup on a saucer in front of her. As she reached for the teapot, Sayaka snapped back into her usual focus.

“W-Wait, please, allow me!” Sayaka pressed her hands against the table as she started to stand up. “That’s not something you need to-”

Kirari held up her hand.

“No, I’ll have none of that. Let me, for once.”

Sayaka closed her mouth then reluctantly sat back in her chair. She fidgeted with the cuff of her shirt and idly rubbed her thumb over the sore, burning skin of her wrist. She intently watched Kirari finish preparing the tea, following her hands with surprising precision.

Every movement seemed elegant and filled with obvious intent. Sayaka felt her face heat up with a blush when she realized she was staring, but she couldn’t pry her gaze away. The way Kirari’s hand rested atop the teapot to keep the lid in place. How her fingers curled around the handle. How she steadily reached over the table so she could pour the tea into her cup in a single, graceful move.

Yet when Kirari began to pour the tea Sayaka sucked in a breath.

Clear as day, she could see the obvious letters S and I poking out from beneath the frilled cuff of Kirari’s dress shirt. Sayaka’s eyes widened in disbelief. She brought them up to meet the bright blue of Kirari’s own eyes, and it finally clicked.

Sayaka could see the instant realization spark behind Kirari’s stare. Slowly, without breaking the intense eye contact, she carefully placed the pot down onto the tabletop. At the same time, Sayaka stood from her chair with that same sort of deliberate movement. Starting slow, Sayaka began rounding the large table; and before she knew it, she practically ran to Kirari’s side.

Without warning, Sayaka threw her arms around Kirari’s shoulders and squeezed tight. Warmth flooded her chest once Kirari’s arms wrapped around her waist to return the embrace. They stood in complete silence for a solid minute before Kirari was the one to pull away.

She reached up to carefully take Sayaka’s hand and press it against her cheek. Sayaka could feel the slight burning from a faint blush against her palm. Her own face began to flush pink when Kirari pulled her hand away then turned it over so her palm faced the ceiling. Without pausing, Kirari pushed up Sayaka’s messily buttoned sleeve to reveal her initials.

“I almost can’t believe it,” Kirari whispered. “But it’s there. It’s real.”

Sayaka’s blush deepened when Kirari traced the letters. Her face only kept getting brighter when Kirari brought her wrist up to her face and planted a kiss there. Faint smears of blue from her lipstick stained her skin and faintly covered the marks.

“This isn’t a dream, right?” Sayaka asked, stunned. “Because if it is, I don’t think I want it to end.”

Kirari shook her head. Her sparkling laugh filled the quiet room and made Sayaka’s head spin. It only became worse once Kirari pressed their foreheads together.

“Don’t faint on me now,” Kirari’s laughter grew louder from Sayaka’s flustered reactions. “Because this is as real as it gets.”

Sayaka blinked, finally registering that she really wasn’t in a daydream. She cracked a smile of her own as she cupped Kirari’s face in both of her hands without leaning back. She closed her eyes to savor the moment and burn it permanently into her memory.

“I love you,” Sayaka said, barely above a hushed whisper. “And I promise, that will never change.”

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