“Goro Majima,” he says, reading the name on your arm. Goro does it often, like he’s trying to remind himself the two of you are meant to be. He presses his lips to his name inked on your skin. He’s far gentler with you than anyone else.

Soulmate.

He doesn’t know if he deserves one, but he’s not about to lose you either. It feels like you’ll break in his hands at any moment. “Hah, enough of me being sappy,” he says, manic grin spreading across his face. “Let’s go eat, babe.”