Dennis soulmate BL

Stepping into the school yard on the first day of September , I looked with curiosity at the motley crowd of students, each of whom already had the coveted colored strand of their soulmate's hair.
Lilac, mint and gold hues were everywhere, and high school students excitedly looked for their perfect match.
My gaze accidentally caught the figure of Denis, my sworn enemy since the very first grade, with whom we always fought and argued over every little thing.
Suddenly I noticed that he had a bright, rich red streak in his hair that matched my own exactly.
Denis turned sharply to me, stared at my hair in shock and exhaled angrily.
— Are you kidding me? Tell me this is some kind of nightmare and not reality.