Thread by @SINISTERTOGA, “I can’t believe i’m marrying him tomorrow,” Daichi smiled, his finger running [...]

“I can’t believe i’m marrying him tomorrow,” Daichi smiled, his finger running along the rim of the coffee cup as the sun would occasionally catch the engagement ring. Suga’s eyes trained on the ring as it gleamed in the light, trying to avoid the bright red string that was tied-

just above it.

Suga’s eyes finally dragged back up to look at Daichi’s face before smiling softly. “Yeah, it’s crazy to believe you two have been together for 7 years,” he stated, mind drifting back to their last year in high school where Daichi and Kuroo met. Daichi let out a-

hearty chuckle, before saying a quiet and soft “yeah, crazy.”

The two friends settled back into a comfortable silence, Suga brought his coffee cup up to his lips. His eyes gazed at the red string connecting the two of them together before shifting his gaze to the window, -

watching as people walked past the small and cozy shop trying to hide his frown with the cup as he sipped the hot beverage.

“Suga?” Daichi suddenly broke the silence between them, causing the light haired man to look over at his friend with in eyebrow raised in question. -

Daichi breathed in, clasping his hands together and twiddling his thumbs in a form of anxiety. “You know how you can see the soulmate strings?”

Suga’s eyes widened at his friend. “Y-yeah,” he stammered, hands started to shake as he set the warm cup back down on the wooden table.

A few years ago Suga decided to tell Daichi that he was gifted with the ability to see the strings of fate, but he never told him that they were connected. He didn’t want to ruin anything with his best friend, especially after Daichi had fallen deep in love with Kuroo. -

The dark haired male tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes avoiding the curious and anxious gaze of the man across the table. “Kuroo says that Kenma can see them too,” he started, Suga stayed silent encouraging him to continue. “Um, he said he asked Kenma about us and-

they said that we weren’t connected.” Daichi breathed in heavily, lifting his head to finally meet Suga’s gaze again. “I-is that true?”

Suga’s breath hitched as he blinked slowly, taking in the fact that he could see the tears threatening to fall from Daichi’s eyes. -

He chewed on the inside of his cheek and slowly nodded, confirming that is was true. Daichi sighed, bringing his hands up to cover his face as he felt the tears slipping down his cheeks.

Suga frowned at the sight of his friend, “I, um, I heard that you can cut the strings and -

reattach them to someone else’s,” he spoke gently, trying to not waver at the thought of disconnecting their string. The younger male lifted his head from his hands, eye hopeful at the new information.

“C-can you do that with Kuroo and I?” Daichi asked hesitantly, praying that -

his friend would do this for him. He never asked Suga for anything related about the strings, no matter how tempted he was to ask about his own string he never wanted to use his friend like that but he also didn’t want to end up meeting his own soulmate one day and falling for -

them even though he had already given his heart to another.

Suga smiled gently, nodding his head to accept Daichi’s request. “I can do that,” he said, trying the mask the sadness in his voice. Daichi beamed brightly at him, reaches his hands across the table and clasping -

Suga’s smaller ones in his. “Thank you, so much.” Suga smiled, his eyes trained on their hands, “anything for you, Daichi.” he meant it, he would do anything to have the man he loved be happy even if that meant not being apart of that happiness. -

•••

Suga gripped his phone tightly, his thumb hovering over the call button as Kenma’s named glared up at him from the screen. He sat on the edge of his bed, his face lit only by the gentle gleam of the moon shining through the window and the bright screen of his phone. -

He sighed deeply before pressing call button on Kenma’s contact.

“Hello?” Kenma’s soft voice travelled through the speakers on the phone. “Hi, It’s Sugawara,” the man greeted, his free hand resting on his thigh and drumming his fingers anxiously on his skin. -

“Hey Suga, what’s up?” Kenma asked, leaning back in their gaming chair, eyes trained on the pause screen of the game they had been playing.

“Well, uh. Daichi mentioned today that you could see the strings, and i can too! I just wanted to ask you a few things,” Suga breathed -

out “if you don’t mind that is!” he quickly added on, causing Kenma to just let out a soft hum to let Suga know that they would answer.

“Who is Kuroo attached to?” He asked quickly and bluntly. Kenma closed their eyes at the question before opening them back up and trailing -

their gaze down to their ring finger.

“He was attached to me,” Kenma mumbled gently, pulling their legs up on the chair and hugging them close to their chest with their free arm. Suga’s brows furrowed, “was?” -

Kenma hummed again “I cut it a little while ago, he fell in love with Daichi. I didn’t want to get in between them, they make each other happy.” This time is was Suga’s turn to hum in agreement, he knew exactly what the younger boy was talking about. -

“Daichi wants me to cut his and tie it to Kuroo’s,” Suga suddenly said after a beat of silence. Kenma let out a small breath at the confession, their eyes focusing on their own cut string.

“You?” Kenma questioned, causing Suga to let out a gentle sound of confusion. -

“He’s attached to you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Suga sighed in a small voice. Kenma hummed in acknowledgment. “Just, be careful.” Kenma stated before quickly ending the call, knowing that once you cut your own string you’ll never be able to find love again. -

Suga frowned as the phone went silent, confused at Kenma’s statement. Why would he need to be careful? What would happen? He shook his head ridding himself of his thoughts before placed his phone down on the beside table and eyeing the scissors that rested right -

beside the device.

His hand reached over and grabbed the scissors, holding them in his hand gently as he stared down at the red string. He took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks out, tears quickly slipping out of his eyes and down his face. He opened the scissors and placed -

the string in between the blades. He squeezed his eyes shut as he closed the scissors on the string, cutting the connection to the man he has fallen in love with.

His arm fell limp, down resting against his side. He stayed like this for a few minutes before opening his eyes and-

placing the scissors back on the drawer before rubbing at his eyes harshly in an attempt to rid the tears. As he pulled his hands from his face his vision caught the sight of the red string, now slightly frayed at the chopped end and slightly gray right at the -

tip of the cut. Suga chewed on the inside of his cheek before laying down on his side, facing the window. He watched the night sky with blurry eyes, tears falling down the bridge of his nose and onto his pillow. -

•••

Suga tightened in tie, his eyes catching the limp string in the restroom mirror before he quickly turned away and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cry again. He took a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks before he stalked out of the restroom in a search for-

Daichi and Kuroo.

Suga quickly found the two men talking to their old teammates and friends. Suga walked up to the group and greeted everyone. “Hey guys! It’s been a while,” He mentioned as he gave a quick hug to Asahi and Noya, and sending a soft smile towards Yaku and Bokuto.-

He then quickly sent a look towards Daichi, “mind if i steal the special guys for a few minutes?” he asked the group before turning around and pushing the two groom’s away from the group into a small secluded area. -

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at the two men, “what’s going on?” Daichi smiles as he turns towards his fiancé. “Suga told me that you can retie strings to change the fate, i asked him to do that for us.” Suga looked down at the ground, hands clasped together behind his back as he -

focused on the shiny dress shoes on his feet.

Daichi gently placed his hand on Suga’s shoulder, causing him to raise his head and look up at his friend. “Thank you,” he stated, gratefulness lacing his words. Suga pursed his lips and nodded before looking down at the men’s hand -

and locating their strings.

Suga’s brows furrowed at Kuroo’s cut string, noticing how different it looked from his own that he cut last night. It still held a bright red colour, unlike his own that was starting to slowly dull into a muddy gray, and how the end was just slightly-

frayed instead of almost falling apart. Suga puffed his cheeks out and quickly grabbed the two strings into his hands.

“Kuroo?” Daichi filled the silence, he eyes watching Suga hold the invisible strings as he carefully tied them. Kuroo hummed in acknowledgement, he head -

turning to face the other man. “What about your string?”

Kuroo’s face suddenly fell at the question, his eyes falling to the floor. “Kenma said it was cut a long time ago,” he mentioned in a small voice. “I’m glad i get to be with you, Daichi.” He continued, eyes looking back -

up to lock with the brown ones staring lovingly at him. “I’m sad i never got to know who they actually were, but i’m happy that i have you.”

Suga pursed his lips, finishing off the two strings with a double knot to make sure that it was secure. His eyes watched as the two -

strings gently glowed, becoming an even brighter red as they connected together, forming a new bond. His eyes trailed back up to the two men in front of him, eyes widening as they both stared at him. He quickly shook his head and pulled him into a soft hug, muttering a -

small “I’m happy for you two. i’ll see you at the ceremony.”

Suga then pulled away from the two men and walked off the other way, chewing the inside of his lip trying to keep the incoming tears at bay. The string wrapped around his finger burned gently, he looked down at it to-

see it fraying even more. He frowned before he felt his body crash into another force.

His eyes found Kenma’s, who was looking Suga’s right hand right at the broken string. Suga quickly retracted his hand from Kenma’s view, hiding it behind his back. Kenma looked up at Suga, -

a look of guilt in their eyes. “I’m sorry,” they said gently. Suga furrowed his brows before his eyes caught the gray string on Kenma’s left hand. It was barley even left, only the small bit tied around their ring finger, about a centimetre of frayed string falling from it. -

Suga took a deep breath before a harsh sobbed racked through his body. Kenma frowned and hesitantly pulled the taller man into their arms as the two of them sunk to the floor. Suga gripped tightly onto the others jacket, his head rested in between the crook of their neck wetting-

their jacket with tears. Kenma gently patted Suga’s head, whispering soft encouraging words in an attempt to calm them.

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