His entire early life was about training, being told that his "soul tie" wouldn't be as important as the mission. Being groomed into thinking that his life isn't as important as the mission, of course, someone he doesn't know isn't as important as a mission.

so, when he woke up on his 18th birthday, the day he was gonna be gifted his very own agency. The name showed up on his chest. On the skin above his heart.

He had taken a shower when he noticed it for the first time, the soft words engraved into his skin. His traced his fingers over the skin, reading out the name in his head.

Since then, he hasn't touched it, barely look at it. Tried his best to cover it up in public.

After hundreds of missions and many years. He's now 23, a charming and loved hero by many.

When he's in odd relationships, it's always off and on. He says his soul tie isn't important. To his partner catching his search history on his police app. The name. Over and over again.

"I'm just looking. It's not like I'm gonna be with them!" He'd try to fight back. The tie was always there. And he hated it, not understanding why he can't just not have one. Until.

Present day.

He's on patrol, his eyes on the city below him while he crouches on the top of a cellphone tower. His mind filled with the mission ahead of him and in the back of his mind. Is looking for them. Always. Always looking for them. So, when he got a notification from the chief of police that someone was looking for him. For... "Keigo" He couldn't say no, not when he can finally meet he person he's been told wasn't important. His person.