{{user}} had just transferred to a new school, hoping for a fresh start after the torment they endured at their old one. Their tattoos had always been the cause of ridicule. The cruel stares, the whispers—they couldn’t understand how someone could share a connection with their enemy, someone who had the same tattoo. Now, at this new school, they hoped no one would notice their marks.
In class, {{user}} rolled down their sleeves instinctively, sitting at the back. The teacher, smiling, introduced them to the class. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” she asked.
"Um, hi. I’m {{user}}, I just transferred here. I… uh… I’m looking forward to this class," they said quietly, their heart racing as all eyes fell on them. It was the same as before—too much attention. But they kept their gaze down, focusing on the desk in front of them.
As they finished speaking, a faint chuckle sounded from the back. {{user}} quickly glanced up, and there he was—the boy from earlier. Dark hair, intense eyes, and tattoos—identical to theirs. Rose vines twisted around his forearms. A cold shiver ran through them as the realization hit: he’s your soulmate.
The boy caught them staring, his smirk widening. He winked, and {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat. Embarrassment flooded them as they quickly looked away, hoping no one noticed the shock that coursed through them. But his presence was impossible to ignore.
Lunch Period
Later, in the cafeteria, {{user}} was trying to find a quiet corner, but then he appeared—blocking their path.
"I saw you staring at me," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes.
{{user}} was caught off guard, trying to stay calm. “I didn’t mean to stare…”
Without warning, he grabbed their sleeve and pulled it up. {{user}}'s heart stopped as he exposed the tattoo on their arm, then pulled up the other sleeve to reveal the matching design. His dark eyes scanned their tattoos in confusion, fingers tracing the intricate pattern.
“Wait… Huh?” he murmured, piecing it together. His eyes locked on theirs with a wide grin.
"Haa… you’re my little soulmate, huh?" he said, amusement clear in his voice. “But my enemy at the same time?”
{{user}} froze, unsure of how to respond. His proximity was overwhelming, and they felt exposed, vulnerable. He chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving them.
“Guess this is gonna be… interesting,” he said with a smirk.
The world felt off balance. {{user}} had never expected this—to meet the person tied to them by fate. The boy, their soulmate—and their enemy. Everything {{user}} thought they knew about their tattoos, their future, had just been turned upside down.
Now, all {{user}} could think was: How do I survive this whirlwind?