Based off of the song Look by Got7.
A/N: Reader warning, this does include self-harm + suicide, and can trigger certain reactions, so please be warned.
If you are sensitive to these themes, please don't read ahead.
3rd Person POV
Years ago, a way to find your soulmate was less known, and so people never really bothered to look hard for a person they could love.
This myth, which is now proven to be true in the present, is a way to find your soulmate. Any physical ailment will appear on your body, as it marked on your soulmate's body. The same exact place, the same exact time, except without the pain.
It also includes any birthmarks, or natural skin changes (E.g: Freckles, moles, skin condition, etc.).
Pushing into more detail, a certain albino was on her way home from the local grocery store, swinging her home-brought bags to and fro, humming to herself.
She wore a plain white hoodie, along with jean shorts and black sneakers.
The hood was down, and her hair was lazily tied into two pigtails.
Muttering incoherent words, she place down 2 bags, digging through her pockets for her house keys. Finding them, she fumbled with them until she could open her door.
Kami grumbled, stuffing her keys back into one of her pockets, and picked up the 2 bags, dragging herself into the house.
" 'suppose i'll place those in the cupboards later..." She mumbled to herself.
She decided to change, and simply lounge on the couch, maybe put on some songs. The female trudged to the bathroom, her clothes already hung on her arm.
Locking the door, she let out a tired sigh. Kami tugged off her hoodie, and pulled on a navy blue t-shirt.
She stared at her arms.
'...I should change the bandages, huh?'
The familiar irony smell of blood filled her senses, the deep red color slowly seeping through the bandages again.
Her usual routine, she supposed that she should add on more cuts later on.
'Too much trouble to layer on bandages...'
———
Somewhere else in the prefecture, a blonde male stared down at his arms.
'...there they are again.'
His usual stupidly, yet bubbly mood darkened.
"...where are you?"
Kaminari's hand formed a fist, and tears that normally weren't there, prickled in his eyes.
"..why do you do this to yourself?"
He's been seeing these appear on his arms more recently, but he never bothered to cover them up.
Kaminari was determined to find his soulmate, so he (stupidly) thought that if he didn't hide his scars, they would approach him.
His friends Bakugo and Kirishima told him it'd never work that way, but of course he didn't listen.
"I'll find you soon. Promise."
