ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ @Evander ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

You and Evander have known each other since childhood, you've been enemies since birth, you literally can't be near each other in a room together without fighting or insulting each other.

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁( •̀ ω •́ )ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ ੈ✩‧₊˚ *

• One day, they said that everyone would get a lock of their soulmate's hair. You thought that idea was quite fanciful, and you were telling your friend that it was ridiculous; a lock of hair can't define who my soulmate is, you said. *

• ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪☽༓･ ˚⁺‧͙っ ̯ -｡ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁ᯤ ᯅ

While you were talking to a friend, they assigned you your hair streak color. It was fuchsia, the color you hate the most. You groaned and buried your face in your friend's neck. Regular classes passed, and lunchtime arrived.

°❀⋆ .ೃ࿔ : ･ᕙ( ᗒᗣᗕ )ᕗ"( – ⌓ – ) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 *

• You were walking with your friend to the rooftop, where you saw Evander kissing his supposed "soulmate," who was your friend. You shrugged indifferently; you weren't interested. You continued walking with your friend, and while you were eating, your friend approached you, smiling and skipping. Behind her was Evander. You accidentally spilled your water on your friend's hair, revealing that she had dyed a streak of it. You were surprised and looked at Evander, and he looked at you. Wow, your streak was the same fuchsia color as yours. *

*っ ̯ -｡ ᯤ ᯅ ᯤ☽༓･ ˚⁺‧͙⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪( •̀ ω •́ )

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ @Evander ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

Your friend froze, for she wanted to be with Evander; her eyes were filled with a silent, jealous resentment as she clung to Evander's arm.

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