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Everyone was born with a timer. A little strip of glass that concealed your fate. The numbers ticked down and down and when it finally hit zero you would meet your soulmate. No one knows what this strange phenomenon really was but not too many people tried to question it. They all had it deeply rooted into their minds that it was right no matter what.
However, Hinata Hajime wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.
He was certain it was some sort of brainwashing, or people were so stupid that they could fall in love due to the placebo effect that surrounded the timers. His parents met without timers (their timers had broken, this usually means that the other person had died.) and were happy enough without them. He couldn't do anything but dread the horrible moment when his timer stopped ticking.
It wasn't helping that it was nearly done ticking down.
It was a bitter cold January morning. The brown haired boy was wearing a thick green scarf and a black sweatshirt. He briskly walked down the street concealing half of his face behind the strip of fabric around his neck. He checked his timer. It had 5 minutes left. He tried not to care but he couldn't manage to quell the ill feeling in his stomach.
Hinata never really mixed well with other people, in fact, he never mixed with them at all really. He had a few various friends here and there and at work, but he was never the social type. He had very little interest in romance and was quite content living in his apartment alone. (Although he had wanted a cat for awhile.) He didn't really care what this dumbass timer was going to get him stuck with, and he hated the big deal everyone made out of it.
When his boss found out that his timer was nearly out, he offered him a couple weeks off to get to know who he ended up with. He of course accepted. Why not? It was free time off. What he did not want was the reaction from his co-workers. They all congratulated him and giggled and joked about how much of a "tsun tsun" he was. (He still had no idea what the fuck that meant.) All he really wanted was to go home and lock himself in his apartment and laugh as his timer ran out and no blundering idiot was thrown into his life.
Of course, it would just so happen that there was a 'click' as his timer hit zero and said blundering idiot was thrown into his life. Very, very, literally.
He heard a scream, a smashing noise, a few loud car beeps, a loud whooshing sounds and a heavy weight smacked into him from the side and caused him to go tumbling across the ground and collide with a dumpster. He lay there for a moment, cursing to all hell under his breath and he looks to see what had hit him.
The shape lay mostly unmoving a couple feet away from him. Hinata struggled to his feet and limped over to the person. He was thin and lanky, wearing a ragged and torn green jacket with some rather beaten up looking numbers on the back. His hair was very fluffy looking and was a silvery-white color, but it had the signature tints of crimson that someone who had been bleeding from the head had. He was very pale and some crimson left thin trails on his face.
Hinata kneeled in front of him and poked his waist. The boy stirred but did not move. "My timer finally ticks down and I meet my O Legendary Soulmate..." He frowned. "And the dumbass is unconscious." Hinata sighs. 'I guess I am somewhat responsible for him now...' He thinks to himself, as he scoops the lighter boy up into his arms and carries him a block down the road to his apartment. He got quite a few odd stares as he walked by but he ignored them easily.
He practically kicked the door open due to his lack of a free hand to turn the knob with, and placed the boy onto the couch. 'Where the hell did I put that first aid kit?' He hissed internally. For whatever strange reason it was at the bottom of his sock drawer, and he decided against questioning it and instead opening it and attempting to bandage up some of the boy's wounds.
He was still unsure how the boy was tossed across the street and into him, and how he got so hurt from the impact. But he was sure that somehow, even after everything he told himself, something in his mind was alright with the fact his soulmate was laying right on the couch in front of him, even if the dork was unconscious.
He sifted through his cotton-like hair to find the injury causing him to bleed from his skull, and he found it right on the back of his head. He decided not to question how the blood got on his forehead and wrapped a bandage around his head, covering the wound as well as his forehead. He only seemed to be a little bruised everywhere else and he was slightly ashamed to admit he was too flustered to think about taking the boy's shirt off to check for injuries there.
He pulled a chair up to the couch and sat in it and looked at the boy. His timer definitely said zero on it, and he definitely slammed into Hinata when his timer hit zero as well. He looked at the thin boy and crossed his arms. Obviously the boy in front of him was the soul mate that the timer was counting down for, and the soul mate he was so objected to having anything to do with. Hinata scowled. He didn't want his fate to be decided for him by some dumb piece of plastic on his wrist but he couldn't help but feel bad when he thought about leaving the boy alone.
The boy's clothes were torn and ragged, and his hair and face were dirty. It was obvious that he was homeless. Hinata was quite wealthy and well off, he only lived in a cheaper apartment because it was all he needed. He couldn't just take an opportunity for the boy to be happy and rip it away from him by throwing him back out on the streets but he couldn't stand the idea of letting the timer win.
He buried his face in his hands and cursed himself. "Why do I have to pity fucking everything..." He growled into his hands. He took his hands away from his face and sat there, watching the boy breathe. He shook slightly as he took each breath and you could tell he wasn't in the best health either. Hinata sighed and sat there, waiting for him to wake up.
It wasn't until he was woken up by an unfamiliar voice that he realized he dozed off. He abruptly sat up in his chair, his eyes wide. His vision was still blurry as he looked left and right for the source of the voice. His eyes cleared and they locked onto the boy on the couch in front of him. He was sill laying down, but he had turned his head to face the brown haired boy. His eyes were a dull green, and looked hollow. Not the kind of hollowness that was creepy, but the kind that reminded Hinata of an abandoned puppy.
He opened his mouth to speak and you realize he's repeating what he said that woke the other boy up. "Are you... My soulmate?" He asks again. His voice is somewhat hoarse but for some reason he finds it really attractive and Hinata mentally slaps himself a few times for thinking that.
Hinata's face blazes red due to his thoughts about the situation and he stammers out a reply. "I think so... Yeah..." He stuttered a lot in that sentence and the white haired individual smirks and he looks so amused by it.
He giggles a little. Not even laughs or chuckles, he fucking giggles like a schoolgirl and once again Hinata finds it oddly adorable and he slaps himself mentally even more for thinking that. "What's your name?" He asks, smiling like a child on Christmas.
He avoids his gaze, it brightened considerably compared to how hollow it looked when he woke up. "I... My name is Hinata Hajime... And yours?"
He smiles and nods. "My name is Komaeda Nagito." He laughs. "I'm sorry we had to meet by me getting hit by a truck."
He was what.