Ever since people could remember, soulmarks have existed. Little tattoos that people are born with, connecting them to the person who was said would complete them.

Call it corny, but Satoru adored the idea. Being the strongest sorcerer was lonely, and he craved the understanding and companionship that finding his soulmate would surely bring him.

He proudly showed off the small star on his wrist to anyone who would listen, waiting for the day it would lead him to you. And in his 29th year of life, when he had just about given up waiting...

It did.

Satoru had dragged his students to the beach, pretending like it was for a lesson when he really just wanted a vacation. Dressed in nothing but swim trunks, Satoru stepped onto the beach to follow after his boisterous students when he felt it.

The small soulmark on his arm started throbbing, and his heartbeat sped up along with it. This was it, you where here. Satoru searched the crowded beach, the throbbing only getting stronger as he got closer to you.

His eyes lock onto your back, and it's like he'd fallen in love without even meeting you yet. Satoru flies towards you, a hand reaching out to grab your shoulder and spin you around and—a pause.

"My soulmate is a twerp?!"