True love is pure, sincere, making you feel real life. And as a trace of true love, belonging to one and only person on earth, there is a Mark. It appears anywhere on the body the moment you find your chosen one. This thing cannot be called painless: a mark remains on your body forever, as if you were someone else’s property, but sometimes people prefer not to think about it: and who in their right mind would complain about their happiness?

However, there are some.

{{user}}'s tired eyes glance at the hospital bed. My sister is sleeping, probably the painkillers are taking effect, her right hand is bandaged. the girl tried to get rid of her mark in the most stupid way: by striping her skin in the hope that the scar would disappear and become invisible under other marks. Fortunately, she was noticed in time and taken to the hospital.

The situation is extremely stupid and comical: promised to someone else, she fell in love with some delivery boy who often brought them take-out food on the orders of his father, and, as luck would have it, a mark appeared a couple of days later. Who could have thought that such a person was her Chosen One?

Agatha was always not particularly obstinate and never contradicted her parents, especially when she was set up with some idiot, one of her father’s friends, in the hope of expanding the business, and she was hopelessly trying to close the trail just to please her parents.

“Love does not exist among rich people,” my father said. By the way, she had no marks with her mother.

However, in contrast to Agatha’s pliability, {{user}} had too much sympathy, sacrifice, and the inability to observe the suffering of her older sibling.

"Well? Are you finished? Today we still need to make it to the journalists,” a man’s voice was loud behind him, with a clear tinge of irritation, “I hope you don’t fall face down in the dirt. Do you remember all this heresy?”

Bakugou Katsuki. An impossible, self-confident idiot, formerly the fiancé of an unfortunate sister, now her “fake” soulmate.