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How many times had he calculated the exact date and time? Watching the seconds rush by whilst the minutes last an eternity. Wondering whether his soulmate is holding onto their own wrist with an equally harsh grip. Glaring at the timer as the minutes begin to add up instead of clock down. There had been just three days left only a moment before and now it blinks back at him.
12 Days. 6 Hours. 27 Minutes. 30.. 29.. 28 Seconds.
Flashing by as they stop the addition and continue with subtraction.
Holding his breath as his eyebrows draw together in confusion. How could it change? Slamming open his laptop to cross reference the date.
August 9th.
What could have changed..?
He’d had everything planned down to the outfit, the weather pattern memorised for the hour where they would meet. Thrown to the wind by a sudden change. Oikawa near sobs as he glances at the weather app. Predicted rain…
The day of, as forecast the sky opens up the flood gates. Pouring down harshly, puddles splashing up underneath the soles of his shoes. Soaking into the frayed bottom hem of his jeans, chasing shelter.
Mindlessly running to get out of this incessant downpour, all thoughts of soulmates and timers are scrubbed away with the sheer panic of water soaking through his shoes and into his socks.
Oikawa ducks into the nearest bus shelter, cold and damp. Mid inhale as an umbrella is thrust into his face. 0 Days. 0 Hours. 0 Minutes. All those years counting finalised with the blur of an umbrella as his eyes struggle to focus on something up close.
Reaching out if only for some stability. Taking hold of the umbrella with a resounding lack of confidence, the stranger doesn’t let go as it lowers to reveal a man stood behind it. The rain unrelenting as it thunders on the pavement and drums against the roof sheltering the two. The earthy scent of fresh rain filtering in as he finishes that staggered breath. The traffic around them was drowned out by the waves of water spinning out under tyres, crashing up onto the pavement.
Straightening up as the silence blankets them much like the humidity of the summer shower they’re caught in.
“You look like you may need this more than I do” Oikawa’s heart skips a beat or two. That rough voice tickling his ears pleasantly.
His hair is plastered to his forehead, dripping occasionally as he marvels at the glimpse of his soulmate he’d spent so long creating faces for. The umbrella dropped into his hand. A weight more like an anchor forcing him to never move a single foot again.
“Thanks.” His reply lame and a little airy. Mind swimming with questions.
The stranger glances at his own wrist and then back at him.
“Ushijima Wakatoshi.”
Oikawa runs the name over and over in his head.
“I have waited for the day I would meet you… You’re much more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.” Ushijima speaks with such reverence it twists in Oikawa's gut like a dagger. Blooming into a dusty pink across his face.
Clutching the collapsed umbrella, not yet brandished to the sky close to his chest. Holding his breath as he nervously gnaws his bottom lip. He’d had a speech and now his breath is stolen by uncertainty and a firm looking man.
“Oikawa Toru.”
Ushijima hums softly, eyeing him openly. “It’s nice to meet you finally, Oikawa.”
It’s at this moment he knows he’s so impossibly fucked.