Hey there! I haven't posted anything in ages and I wanted to make up for that! I saw this prompt while scrolling through otpprompts' tumblr for inspiration and wanted to make an AU for it. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking up things to write about!

Imagine your OTP living in a world where as soon as you see your soulmate, you get telepathic powers with the other.

The breaks of the train groaned as the they forced it into a complete stop at the station. An announcement over the intercom affirmed their location and passengers moved to exit onto the platform.

When this was part of your daily routine, you saw many faces that you may or may not ever see again. The slightest glimpse of someone's face could be all you get and you would never have to think about them again. They would stay just that to you―a face.

All you needed was a glimpse of a certain face before it became so much more than that. Just the briefest of looks could change your life if you allowed it to.

As Onodera Ritsu walked out of the train station and was embraced by the dry winter air, he felt a chill go through his body. It was January and even the two layers under his jacket and scarf couldn't keep him warm.

He made a quick stop at the convenience store to pick up a premade meal, another part of his routine, and went on with the short walk to his apartment.

As he approached the building, he noticed another person a bit up ahead on the sidewalk. When the man turned and began approaching his building, he perked up a bit. He hadn't met this person before, perhaps a new neighbor?

He wondered a bit as he turned the corner himself to find the man standing outside the entrance, cellphone in hand.

"You're too lazy?" The stranger's face scrunched up in a scowl. "You're the one that invited me over, get your ass down here and open the door!"

Onodera clutched his bag as he approached the man; he was taller than him and from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice, he didn't want to be the one on the other side of that call.

"U-um, sir, excuse me." The brunet made himself known, earning a quick glance from a pair of dull blue eyes. "I live here, so I could let you in if your friend can't come down at the moment."

"Oh," The man gave a courteous smile at that. "Thank you, that'd be great."

"It's no problem," His keys jingled as he brought them out of his bag. "I wouldn't want anyone having to stand out in this weather for too long."

"Masamune," The man's voice became harsh with frustration again. "Someone is letting me in, I'll be up soon." He ended the call without bothering to wait for a response.

'Masamune? I don't think I know anyone in the building with that name. Then again, I don't even know some of the neighbors on my own floor.' Onodera thought to himself as he held the door open for the other.

"Thank you, uh- what was your name?"

"Onodera Ritsu, it's nice to meet you." He smiled.

"Yokozawa Takafumi." The other introduced himself as well, offering a quick smile in return as they made their way into the building.

"Alright then Yokozawa-san," Onodera pressed a button and the elevator opened with a quick beep. "Which floor?"

"Twelve. I have an old friend who is stuffed up in his apartment with a bad fever. He insisted on going to work at one of its most stressful times and made it worse."

"Oh, twelve? I live up there, too." After a moment's thought, he didn't know of a Masamune on the floor. "Which apartment number? I don't think I've met this person."

"I wouldn't be all that surprised if you haven't met him. His work schedule isn't exactly stable."

"What's his job?" The brunet couldn't help but be curious at this point.

"He's the editor-in-chief of a manga magazine. He insisted on seeing things through to the galley proofing and nearly collapsed." The explanation was brief and to the point.

"O-oh," Even not having met this neighbor, he felt worried for him. "Is he feeling any better now?"

"I'm pretty sure he still has a fever." Yokozawa chuckled. "He'd probably still go to work with it."

"That's no good." Onodera laughed as well. "I'm prone to getting colds pretty often and I should know well enough that pushing yourself in those times never ends well."

"You tell him that then." A beep interrupted him and the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened and they walked out to see who Onodera could only assume to be 'Masamune' standing outside of 1201.

"Hey Yokozawa, I can take care of myself, you didn't need to make one of my neighbors let you in." Even with his hoarse voice, it still felt powerful. Thought there were other things going on with the brunet that may have been giving him such an impression.

His heartbeat had sped up out of nowhere and a static noise rang in his ears. He held a hand to his forehead as he stared at the neighbor. He leaned against the wall, afraid he was about to faint.

"Onodera-san, are you okay?" Yokozawa looked at him with worry and Masamune's gaze followed not a second after and he seemed to stumble a bit himself.

Then the static faded slightly and his eyes went wide at what had replaced it.

[Are you okay there, buddy?]

"Wh-what did you say? When…?" He hadn't seen either of their mouths move, yet he had clearly heard a voice echoing.

"Are you okay?" Yokozawa took a step forward, concerned. "Onodera-san?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just…. I thought I heard something else." The static faded a bit more and the voice came through again.

[Huh… you're weird…]

Suddenly, Masamune found himself hearing that static as well. He tried to convince himself it was some weird side effect of the pills he had taken earlier. He mentally noted to yell at Yokozawa once he got his voice back.

[Where is that coming from?!]

Masamune's face scrunched up in a scowl, confused.

[What? What was that? God, what was in those pills?!]

[Pills? What?]

"Onodera-san." Yokozawa waved a hand in front of emerald eyes. "Are you alright?"

"O-oh! I'm fine!" He straightened up, trying to get himself together. "H-have a good night, Yokozawa-san and, erm… sir." The brunet took large strides down the hall to his own apartment, finding great relief in being alone. Well, mostly alone.

[Hello? Onodera-san? Maybe I was hearing things.]

He stiffened at the voice invading his mind once more.

[Who is this?]

It was at least a comfort that in his mind he wouldn't be stuttering.

[Oh, I wasn't hearing things then… Well then, nice to… hear you? I'm Takano Masamune.]

So that's all for the first chapter! I hope it doesn't seem too rushed! I hope I'm able to update this soon but I don't want to make any promises. ^^;;