“It’s you, then?” Yuta asks. He moves like he’s going to trace the name on your palm, but stops before he meets your skin, like he’s scared you’ll burn him. You’re his soulmate. His name is inked on your skin as yours is on him. Yuta knows this, and yet—

“Sorry,” he says, bowing his head slightly, “I’m having a hard time… processing.” He always thought his soulmate was Rika, that your name was a mistake, because she had his name inked on her. He was her soulmate, but his soulmate is you.