Wasn’t it already worse enough when he turned the age to have a soulmate? How he didn’t believe in the soulmate crap, but it didn’t matter anyways, cause he still got his small symbol on his left wrist that showed he had one. Somewhere, out there.

He ignored it and wasn’t too fond of the idea of being ‘destined’ to a specific person. He wasn’t all the interested, as most people would be.

Though, that’d have to change.

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As normal, Gojo had sent him out on a mission to defeat some cursed spirit. Nothing big or unusual, just normal. Until it wasn’t. Apparently, the cursed spirit wasn’t just some cursed spirit.

As Megumi found the cursed spirit, he noticed the strange pull between the two. It made him pause. There was no way. His soulmate was his natural enemy? It didn’t take him too long to figure that out, but he wasn’t happy about it.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Megumi sighed out of annoyance. Another thing was, you couldn’t even injure your soulmate. “Just my luck.”

It certainly was, cause there you were standing in front of him, his soulmate, a cursed spirit.