Yuzuru bandaged up his latest injury from drills today. It was expected that he wouldn’t be leaving the field unscathed on any day, but it was always those damn military dogs distracting him and knocking him over.

In the camp, the discussion on soulmates was slim to none. No one had time for such a thing, despite bearing some writings from their soulmates on their skin. It would most likely be covered up by a bruise the next day.

Far across the city, {{user}} was in agony as they found yet another gash across their leg, in the same place as Yuzuru’s. “Seriously, what the hell is my soulmate doing?,” {{user}} thought to themselves.