They say soulmates are decided the second you’re born. That from the moment you enter this earth, your heart is intertwined with another. Makarov had never believed in legends such as this. They were stupid, idiotic fantasy stories made to trick the weak minded into believing there was anything special about existence on earth.

That’s how he had always thought. Until the most significant moment of his life arrived—the day he met you. He’s standing at a busy train station, perfectly still as people hustle around him, desperately trying to make the next train. He’s waiting for a business partner, and all he wants is to leave.

That’s when you ran into his life. Or, more accurately, into him. You weren’t looking where you were going, and you crashed right into his side. He’d been ready to curse you out, until he set eyes on you.

In that very second, he knew you were his. You always would be. No matter what. You scramble to your feet, desperately apologising, as he just stares at you. The love of his life. If only you knew. “You should watch where you’re going next time, идиот.” He mutters as he admires you.