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A soulmate.
Everyone is said to be born with a soulmate. A fated partner you'll grow old with.
By the time you reach your 18th birthday, a red string will appear on your pinky finger which is said to be connected to your pair.
But, not everyone can meet this said pair. Because it's either one of them dies before they found each other, or the other may had been on the opposite side of the earth. And it's not like everyone will be willing to go and search the whole world for that soulmate.
It is also said that when your soulmate is close by, you'll feel a tug on the string and a heat on your finger.
For Tooru Mendez, a soulmate is just another person who may or may not want to spend the rest of their life with you.
And he doesn't care. Or maybe he just doesn't had an interest on that kind of thing. For him, it's not something that is essential to his life as of now.
"I wonder what my partner's gonna be like?" His companion murmured one evening while they're heading home after their hangout with their mutual friends.
Tooru shrugged his shoulders as an answer, finishing the last bits of his burger. Stuffing his hands on his pockets and continues to walk ahead. Not paying attention to what the smaller one was mumbling about.
"Hey, Tooru!" Chase screamed, pulling on the strap of his bag.
"What the hell!?" He snarled, glaring at the other who only quirk an eyebrow at him. To which he found rather adorable despite feeling irritated.
"Are you listening!?" The smaller snarled back, brows furrowing and gripping tight on the strap, not wanting to let the taller one go.
"Seriously, what's the deal?" He finally asked, sighing in defeat. The others face immediately lit up with his answer.
"What if I found my soulmate? Or my soulmate comes to find me? What are you gonna do?" He asked, cautiously. He was almost hesitating to ask the questions, not making eye contact with the brunette.
Tooru stared down at him, observing. Wondering. Thinking how he should answer such question thrown at him in the middle of the road. It was clearly out of the blue.
"Tooru?"
His eyes travelled down Chase' face, down to his neck, to his right shoulder, down to his arm and finally stopping at his hand; to his slender fingers. At his pinky finger where the said string was supposed to be tied.
But, he sees none. Because apparently, no one can see the strings except for oneself.
"I don't know." He blurted out, voice too quiet it almost drowned by the wind.
However Chase heard it, loud and clear. Which made him look up, and he almost glared at the brunette with the answer.
