The topic of soulmates had always been a rage between generations, that connection and strength. Like everyone else, you had a mark on your skin, a name, someone you definitely haven't met yet, and that made it frustrating.

Megumi. At first you thought it was a girl, that you would like girls because your soulmate's name was that of a girl, but it wasn't like that. Then you looked at him, in front of you, introducing himself on the first day of Jujutsu training, a boy, him.

And if nothing could be shocking enough for you, you looked at his wrist, your name was written on his skin.