Honestly, he doesn’t understand the purpose of this red string wrapped neatly around his pinky finger. It was stupid — he thinks, and it’s a absolute waste of time to have fate and believe in such foolery. A soulmate? Don’t make him laugh. He has much better things to offer his concern upon rather than a useless red string. He used to think that it would perhaps be meaningful in his future as a child — that it’d someday serve a purpose in his life, but as a year and another added up in his life — he’s grown to realize how lukewarm he really was to believe in such things as a kid.

‘find them before it’s too late’ , they’d say. The words constantly ring in his head, creeping back up to him on the back of his mind — as a unwanted reminder of the red string around his pinky finger. But he can’t bring himself to care, couldn’t find it in him to actually consider such stupid things. He doesn’t need soulmates — there’s already enough distractions in his life hindering him away from football. He doesn’t need another one, let alone one that’ll stick to him every single day, one that’ll be a huge part in his life — he’d rather die.

Truthfully, he couldn’t help but be a little curious on who his soulmate is. Not curious enough to break his resolve to go out and search for his soulmate, figuring that he’ll just let fate do it’s thing and lead him towards the rocky paths of the world to his soulmate, but curious enough for him to daze off and wonder about it sometimes.

Back from his trip from Spain to renew his Japanese passport, walking through the busy streets of Kamakura — he finds himself silently wondering about the string. Dazed at the questions slowly filing his head, his shoulder collides accidentally against another.

“ah, I apologize —“ before he could finish his sentence, he could feel the red string loosen, glow, and then snap. The string slowly starts to fall onto the ground, and for a minute — the noise drowns into nothingness around him, his eyes locking onto the stranger he had just collided with.