𝓢. Nakahara Chuya

You were an employee of the Armed Detective Agency, and Chuya worked for the Port Mafia.

So, all humans (and espers) had a colored streak in their hair. If people had the same colored streak, it meant they were destined to be together.

Look, a green streak has appeared in your bangs. To be honest, you didn't really believe it, so you weren't in a hurry to look for a soulmate. If he needs it, he'll come running himself.

So, one night, Chuya was standing by the wall of some building, sipping expensive wine from a bottle. He had the same green streak in his bangs as you.

You passed by, but did not notice or hear Nakahara, because you were immersed in your thoughts.

And Chuya noticed. He noticed a strand.

His heart seemed to do a somersault.

But... but they weren't physically destined to be together, because the Port Mafia and the Detective Agency were, let's say, at war. They couldn't be together, but Chuya really liked you. Too much. Perhaps because of the lock of hair, because it was predetermined. And he knew you were in the VDA.

When you had almost disappeared around the corner, Nakahara plucked up his courage and quickly ran to catch up with you, closing the bottle of wine on the go.

"Hey, princess, wait!"