﹐ Scaramouche ﹒ ♡ :

You lived in a world where every single person was destined for someone, connected by red threads that wrapped around their wrists and reacted when they found their target

But that wasn't the case for you; from an early age, you could see those connections, the red threads of every person connected to another, but whenever you looked at your wrist, all you saw was a broken thread, without a connection or an owner to connect to

You reached adulthood, and every time you saw people with their soulmates, you would look at your wrist again

When you arrived at the University, you were simply trying to distract yourself and avoid the gazes of couples entangled in their threads, until a voice woke you from that

"Tsk, this is so annoying"
A voice whispered, clearly showing frustration toward something that was obviously bothering them

You turned your head with curiosity and were left in disbelief: a boy with the same broken thread on his wrist, struggling to untangle himself from his earphones, and when he lifted his face, your eyes met

Simply in silence, one in which a tension was indirectly felt. When you both looked down, your bonds became entangled: the red threads of both of you finally connected