Endeavor doesn't believe in soulmates, right up until the moment he gets one. Enji isn't winning any awards for his vile parenting abilities and the only skill Hoshi Kansai really has is the ability to do the splits in skin-tight denim shorts without ripping them. They're from entirely different worlds with entirely different personalities. Everything about them should clash, and yet... it doesn't. And Enji isn't sure how to feel about that. Or: Endeavor finds redemption with the help of a short, quirkless stoner who likes to dance.