My time has come, may I request a cliché Soulmate AU with Kiyoshi Teppei? Any kind of tattoo AU would be fine. I hope this isn’t angsty, but maybe Kiyoshi is kind of reclutant to the whole idea but when he meets the girl, is definitely love at first sight? I hope this is okay, and that you have a good day 😊.

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He remembers his sentiment towards the words inked around his wrist, and towards the whole notion of soulmates in general. It just feels weird to have one person assigned to you by Fate for the rest of your life—one, and no more. Rather than contempt, Kiyoshi realizes deep down that he is mostly anxious about meeting the person destined for him. There are so many people in this world, after all. He could end up with someone older, younger, someone from another country, someone taller or shorter… 

Be careful! Are you alright?

Kiyoshi has never felt so nervous for something as generic as the words tattooed on his skin, currently covered with a pair of warm gloves. It just appeared one morning during his early middle school days, as if Fate only got to him after inking words for a people in line. He remembers how confused he was, because other people had very telling hints: he knows senior with foreign language written on his wrist, others had quite specific and often weird words. There were instances where he thought he found his soulmate, only to find that they had different mismatched words written on their wrists.

Maybe he doesn’t even want to meet his soulmate. He shuts all thoughts as he tightens the grip on his backpack, breath visibly puffing in the chilly air with every exhale. 

And so Kiyoshi leads his days without remotely thinking about his soulmate. While others around him are daydreaming, fantasizing, he is working hard and keeping himself busy so that every nook and cranny of his mind is completely occupied. Not the best solution, but it’s working so far, despite how tired he often is. 

Which is probably the reason why he almost fell on his butt in the middle of the pedestrian crossing thanks to the slippery ice, if not for the person behind him who manages to partially hold him up.

“Be careful! Are you alright?” 

Kiyoshi forces his heart to beat again.

“Yeah, thanks a lot. You—” Before he can even turn around to look at them, he feels the same pair of hands gently pushing him forward. 

“O-Oh, the timer! Let’s go!” Kiyoshi simultaneously hears the rapid beeping of the machine and the footsteps of people rushing to get to the other side of the road. 

So he paces forward, a stranger behind him, until he reaches the other side right as impatient cars speed through to carry on with their lives. He turns around to look at you.

The sun is well low under the horizon, and your face is highlighted by the glow of the sienna street lights as if you’re not radiant enough. You are looking at him with concern, he can tell, but there is something else in your eyes that attracts him though he cannot quite put a finger on it. Warmth course through his body despite him standing under light snowfall in the middle of November.

Then it strikes him that you are his soulmate, and by the look you are giving him, it seems that you realize it too. 

Both of you scramble to take off your winter gloves to reveal black ink on the bare skin of your wrists, as if you don’t have those words memorized already. You beat him before he gets to ask you the question.

“You’re… my soulmate.” It comes out soft, like the small bunches of white cotton floating down from the sky, but it’s more than enough for him to hear. He stares at you when you giggle—it’s a pretty sound—and you show him your tattoo.

“So that’s why mine is weird,” you say, pointing at the end of the sentence on your wrist. “Yeah, thanks a lot. You” is printed in neat, thin letterforms, and he let out a chuckle. You must’ve earned your share of questionings from people with that tattoo stuck on you for the rest of your life.

“Here’s mine,” Kiyoshi says as he outstretches his hand for you to see. You send him a sympathetic smile.

“Have you ever met anyone else that said the exact same thing to you?”

“Yeah,” he answers, “eight in total.”

You don’t think he wants to hear you say ‘sorry about that’, so you just offer him your name and a handshake.

“Kiyoshi Teppei,” his grip is firm, but tender, very much like his gaze. “Just call me Teppei.”

There’s an inadvertent blush on your cheeks that he can’t possibly miss, so he sends you a teasing smile, earning your pout. After exchanging cell phone numbers and deciding to go on an impromptu coffee shop date (since you’re both free and hot chocolate sounds amazing in this temperature), reality sinks in. Kiyoshi spares a glance at you walking on his left, and he questions himself.

He would blame it on physical attraction, but he’s encountered many other people equally attractive and they never manage to make his heart stop for one second and beat rapidly on the next. That’s when he believes that it is, in fact, love. It is something alien, as he’s done his best pushing it away and keeping himself occupied with other things. 

Kiyoshi doesn’t know you yet, but he feels ready to be with you forever, so he grasps your hand into his. Surprised, you let out a soft ‘oh’ before your face melts into a shy smile.

He can’t wait to get to know you and he already loves you.

Beautiful!!