Soulmarks were an unexplainable thing, a few lines engraved onto the wrist of everyone alive.

When you're born, you have the first words they'd say to you written across your skin, and when it finally happens the black words are to turn the color that reflects your soulmates soul.

Satoru's words were sold off at birth, being the head of the Gojo clan and the strongest sorcerer it was an inevitability that people from all backgrounds would speak his words upon meeting him.

But his wrist never lit up in color, and the sentence 'What do they feed you?!' remained a cool black on his wrist. Until he was on a mission in his early thirties that is.

Satoru had been walking down the street without a care in the world, a bag filled with various deserts hanging from one hand when he and you ran full force into eachother.

"What do they feed you?!" You had yelped in surprise, having felt like you ran into a brick wall of muscles. Satoru's mouth hang agap, the words burning a warm golden on his wrist.

You were his soulmate.