Strings of Fate

(F/N) = First Name

(L/N) = Last Name

(C/N) = Colleague's Name

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(F/N) was a special type of human, she could see red threads that connected people and showed their fates. Of course, (F/N) wasn't the only one who could see these threads. Although rare, there were also others who could see them. (F/N) didn't like the thought of altering someone's fate, after all, someone could eventually get hurt by it.

"(F/N)-chan, come with me to the mixer tonight. I don't want to go by myself." (F/N)'s colleague said as they were finishing up after work.

"(C/N), you know I hate those types of events. There's just nothing to do." She replied. (F/N) wasn't much of a social person. She never liked social events such as mixers, she preferred a quiet life.

But luck just wasn't on her side...

She was sitting directly across the person she least expected to meet, having lost to her friend. "So... let's introduce ourselves!" (C/N) said cheerfully, unaware of how awkward (F/N) was feeling at that time. Turned out, the young man was also forced to attend the mixer.

She was sure of it. A thin, red string tied to pinky of the young man sitting in front of her, it connected with her own. Though surely, the man doesn't know anything about her being his soulmate. The male coughed awkwardly, "Erm... My name's... Uh... Tsukasa... Eishi... Why am I even here...?" Tsukasa, obviously embarrassed due to the fact he came to this mixer against his will. "Stop being so shy, senpai! That's why I don't like going to mixers with you." His underclassman, supposedly named Kuga, teased.

"Well... I'm just... not fit for this..." Tsukasa mumbled, fiddling with his fingers as he looked down in embarrassment.

"He's... kinda cute." (C/N) giggled silently in (F/N)'s ear, a slight blush on her face. (F/N) just nodded, unsure of what to respond with. (F/N)'s colleague then cleared her throat. "What do you guys do for a job?" She asked. (F/N) thought she must've been very experienced in this whole mixer thing. (C/N) always invited her to one of these things, and although (F/N) politely declined each time, this time was an exception. "We're both chefs," Kuga said proudly.

"You guys would make nice husbands," (F/N)'s friend joked. The conversation continued on for the rest of the dinner.

"Oh my god, I got his phone number!" (C/N) squealed in excitement as she and (F/N) exited the restaurant, (F/N) still overwhelmed by the fact that she met her soulmate on the whim just like that. "You okay?" her friend asked, traces of concern in her voice.

"Yeah... I'm fine," (F/N) forced a smile. "I think I should get going."

She was used to it, seeing the red threads. She was often told that it was a gift, but to her, it felt like a curse. The first time (F/N) saw the strings was at the age of 5. At first, she didn't pay much attention to it as the threads were faint but eventually, as time wore on, the threads became darker. She saw red strings attached to pinky fingers. Some were connected to two people, while others lead to places far away. As she grew older, the threads became more complex with some even containing knots in them. (F/N) grew to resent this 'gift' of hers, she never told anyone. Only her best friend, (C/N), knew.

A month later...

"Oh. My. God. Guess what? (F/N)." (C/N) squealed through the phone on an early Monday morning. (F/N) scowled, she had never been an early person and her friend's high-pitched voice was definitely starting to get on her nerves.