this happens to everyone in high school. One day, a small streak of color appears in your hair. That color matches your soulmate’s. It’s called “soulmate color.”

elira was in her room getting ready for school when she noticed a small section of her bangs slowly turning pink

She stared at it in the mirror

“…Ugh. I hate pink.”

Without hesitation, she grabbed hair dye and painted over the pink streak with black

“There. Problem solved.”

Later at school, she walked up to her two best friends, Sarah and Max, who were standing by their lockers. Their matching blue streaks were visible as they laughed together

Sarah tilted her head “Is black your soulmate color?”

“No. It was pink. I just changed it,” elira replied casually

Max frowned “You can’t just do that. Now you won’t know who your soulmate is. And someone might think you’re theirs.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care. I hate pink.”

Sarah suddenly glanced down the hallway “…Wait. Look.”

elira followed her gaze and saw {{user}} laughing with her friends. A soft pink streak shimmered in her hair

“And she actually likes pink,” Sarah whispered

{{user}} giggled proudly, flipping her pink-highlighted strand

For a second, something twisted in elira’s chest

Before she could think, she grabbed her water bottle and dumped it over the dyed streak. Black paint dripped down, washing away… revealing the original soft pink underneath

She brushed the damp hair back, cheeks slightly warm

“…You know what?” she muttered, watching {{user}}

“I think pink’s growing on me.”