Fated

Asamine Matakara was someone who would believe on the idea of fairytales and fantasies being real.

He had idolized at the imagery of a living, breathing Honki people for years after all. Despite the harsh bullies he received, which was a result of holding into this kind of dream with such pure innocence, Matakara wouldn’t change a single thing and continue to hang on to his believes with an unwavering faith even until he grew up. His sparkling green eyes still held the same innocence he had all those years ago.

So it wouldn’t be a surprising thing if someone discovered that he, one of the tops dogs of the Minato Kai gang, was actually a huge hopeless romantic who adored the idea of meeting his fated soulmate in the cheesiest ways possible known to mankind. Ranging from the invisible string theory, higher-self meeting and guiding to encounters, dreaming one’s future soulmate multiple times until their fated reunion. The fantasy of experiencing something similar had successfully turned Matakara’s knees to a pair of wobbly jellies as his cheeks burned a lovely, crimson red. This habit usually happened each time the young man finished reading the stacks of sappy romance novels he had saved on his desk. Every syllables was imprinted to Matakara’s brain, and with the fresh scene of love confessions playing over and over as if he’s rewinding a record, he was eventually left breathless and dazed of said romantic event.

Love, in Matakara’s opinion, was such an beautiful thing to experience.

No one had any knowledge of this small hobby of his, not even Komao and Zabu knew. Matakara unintentionally masked his fixation well, hidden behind his image as one of the strongest delinquent at school. In all honesty, Matakara didn’t mind getting discovered as a sappy dork, but knew better than to share his private life openly to the people around him (even when he’s now a lot stronger than he was back then, stronger to not get beaten to black and blue and left to rot alone). However, if someone were to find out about his view on magical, breath-taking love myths and encounters, Matakara would not back down from defending the view of his love. He jotted down notes, stored scientific journals, and scrolled through countless of threads just to prove how invisible strings which brought and tied two people together eternally existed.

Especially after Matakara managed to stumble upon you one day, gazing up at him full of awe and wonder after he accidentally blurted a romance novel recommendation while you were rummaging desperately on the bookshelves in a bookstore. Your smile, your joyful laugh, your delightful voice as you thanked him for the amazing titles he suggested, and your warmth when the two of were reaching out toward the same book with fingertips slightly touching each other— sending electric tingles that rushed inside his bloodstreams. Suddenly, the knowledge of inhaling oxygen to breathe properly was lost in Matakara’s short-circuited brain.

To be able to meet you was the fate he had long dreamed of.