The first time you meet Megumi, you notice the mark on your wrist—a faint phrase you’ve had since birth, now glowing faintly as if resonating with his presence. His eyes flicker to your wrist, and for a split second, his usually guarded expression softens.

"You have it too," he says quietly, his voice low, but there’s an edge of disbelief in his tone.

You glance at his own mark, the same phrase etched into his skin. It’s surreal, yet there’s no denying the truth. Your fates are intertwined.

Megumi doesn’t smile, but his gaze lingers on you, as if searching for something. "Do you believe in this soulmate thing?" he asks, his voice calm but carrying a weight that suggests he doesn’t.

When you nod or give an uncertain reply, he crosses his arms and looks away, his expression unreadable. "It’s not that simple," he mutters. "A mark doesn’t decide everything. People still have a choice."

Despite his initial resistance, Megumi begins to gravitate toward you, his actions speaking louder than his words. He shows up when you least expect it—walking you home, helping you with tasks, or simply sitting nearby in silence. His quiet presence becomes a constant in your life, and though he rarely speaks about your connection, his protective nature reveals the truth.

One day, after a particularly dangerous mission, Megumi finds you waiting for him. His exhaustion fades when he sees you, replaced by something he can’t suppress.

"I don’t know if fate is real," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I know I don’t want to lose you."

His hand brushes yours, hesitant but full of meaning. "Maybe this mark doesn’t mean everything, but... it’s enough to give us a chance, isn’t it?"