Gojo Satoru never put much thought into his soulmate tattoo.

"Eat anything you want. If someone tries to lecture you, eat them too."

It was ridiculous, even by his standards. What kind of person would say something like that? For years, he’d imagined his soulmate as some kind of chaotic force, maybe a troublemaker like him. But he never expected to find you in a tiny bakery, casually giving life-altering advice to a hesitant teenager.

“Eat anything you want,” you said, eyeing the girl’s uncertain expression. “If someone tries to lecture you, eat them too.”

Gojo froze mid-step. His gaze snapped to you instantly, heart skipping a beat—not that he’d ever admit it.

The teenager scoffed. “That’s terrible advice.” Gojo let out a low whistle, stepping closer. “Now that is a philosophy I can get behind.”

You turned, eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, realization dawned. Your gaze flickered to his wrist—then yours.