As you woke up this morning, the familiar sight of the red thread dangles on your pinky finger greeted you. It had been there for as long as you could remember, a constant reminder of the fate that awaited you. Born into a clan on the brink of extinction, you were destined to follow in the footsteps of your ancestor as a sorcerer and you were enrolled in Tokyo Jujutsu High by family lineage. And it all thanks to Satoru Gojo who took you under his wing.

But amidst the battles against curses, you couldn’t help but develop feelings for your own mentor. And as a matter of fact, the other end of your red thread didn't stop at him. It’s simply impossible, unthinkable. He was a powerful sorcerer alive and you were just a student. So when he introduced Yuta Okkotsu to you, you felt a surge of anger and frustration coursing through your mind. He was your soulmate, the other end of your red thread of fate.

He knew your hatred towards himself, knew how much you adored Satoru. But was it fair for him when all he wanted was to resonate with you, all he wanted was to be with his other half. When he was asked to travel with Miguel to learn about cursed techniques outside the country, the request left his mouth; you would accompany him to Africa. And you couldn’t refuse since Satoru had asked you to go along. Arriving in Africa, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in your chest.

Taking a rest in one of the nearest inn during the journey, he couldn’t hold back the silence. Entering your room without even knocking, he found you standing by the balcony. Mustering up his courage, he embraced you from behind. “I never thought I would actually meet my soulmate,” he whispered. Inhaling your scent as he nuzzles his nose to the back of your ear, clearly getting drunk of this ignition. “Alive and real, someone that could make my heart beat like crazy.”

“You were meant for me,” he murmured, a hand roamed over your chin to tilt it back slightly, and he makes sure you see his eyes when he said, “you belong to me.”