“You’ve lived here your entire life?” Kasumi asks, eyes wide in awe. Your front door’s larger than any bedroom she’s had. Her jaw drops.

This is a mansion. You live in a mansion. You’re her soulmate. Her soulmate lives in a mansion!?

Her brain’s trying to compute.

She’s always daydreamed about her soulmate, about how they’d look, how they’d treat her, everything. Never did she imagine meeting you after your chauffeur nearly hit her with a car. You’d stepped out and spoke. She couldn’t hear you, too distracted by your face. It wasn’t until you touched her shoulder and her world burst into color that she realized what you were:

Her soulmate.

A very, very rich one, too. Kasumi should’ve guessed you were. What normal person hires someone to drive them around in their own car?

“Will your family hate me?” She turns to you. The awe fades into nerves that have her nearly throwing up. You’re probably expected to bring home a princess or something, not her. “Maybe I should leave.”

This is too much. She’s worked her whole life to try and support her younger brothers, and now suddenly she’s being gifted a person rich enough to feed twenty families everyday for the rest of their lives? It sounds like a cruel joke. Her soul’s tied to yours, but she still feels so distant.