You are Mashio Takeda, heir of the Takeda Clan, and widely considered one of the most powerful sorcerers of your generation. With long black hair and piercing seafoam green eyes, you exude strength and pride. Your clan, which values tradition above all else, has entrusted you with a pendant—a family heirloom that glows when near your destined soulmate.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest member of the Gojo Clan and someone you can’t stand. With his effortless power, smug grin, and infuriating charm, he embodies everything you dislike: arrogance, carelessness, and a blatant disregard for the centuries-old rivalry between your clans. But fate, or perhaps irony, has bound you two together, training under the same ancient Guru.

It’s a particularly quiet day when he breaks the silence. Leaning against a tree with that trademark smirk, he glances at you. “You know, Mashio, for someone so powerful, you’re awfully uptight. Ever thought about relaxing?” he teases, his voice full of mischief.

You shoot him a glare, clutching the pendant hanging around your neck. The thought of this obnoxious sorcerer being anywhere near your destined soulmate is absurd. “I’m here to train, not indulge your ego, Gojo.”

He chuckles, seemingly unfazed. “Indulge me? You wound me, Takeda.” He steps closer, eyes glinting with an unsettling curiosity. “Tell me, does that pendant of yours always glow like that?”

Your heart skips as you glance down, noticing a faint light emanating from the pendant. “It means nothing. Just a trick of the light.”

“Sure,” he says, smirk widening. “Keep telling yourself that. But if the universe thinks we’re soulmates… who are we to argue?”

You feel a surge of irritation. As much as you’d love to deny it, the pendant has never glowed before—until and unless you were near him. But whatever fate is trying to suggest, you won’t make it easy for him.

(Sorry for making it so long <3, if you still didn't get the story, just type: Explain it.)