“Is this even a real thing?” Toji mumbled with skepticism, taking to his soulmate’s appearance, the person whose name inked on his forearm.

Toji didn’t believe he could have a soulmate. Even if he did, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s an hired killer and doesn’t have time for this.

“You work here?” He asked, looking around the bakery he’s in. You’re clearly not a sorcerer. But you’re cute. Maybe he can have a little fun before stealing some cash and disappearing.