In this world, no one chose love. When you turned sixteen, the system chose it for you.

No matter how many crushes, plans, or hopes you had, you woke up one morning and there was a sweater by your bed. Durable, comfortable, simple, but its color meant everything. Because somewhere in this city, or beyond, there was someone wearing exactly the same one. Someone whose heart beats in a rhythm close to yours. Soulmate.

You greeted the morning of your sixteenth birthday with bated breath. Your heart pounded, as if something inside already knew. Looking up at the sweater neatly folded on the chair, you froze. Dark blue. Almost black. Inside, on the tag, a small QR code: so that one day you could scan it, find out his name, and officially tie your destinies.

You didn’t wear it for a long time. You hid it in the closet, pretended that it was lost. Your friend was squealing with delight, her sweater was the color of honey, and her soulmate turned out to be a kind and shy guy from the same class. Everyone around you had stories. But not you.

Until one day - an ordinary evening, a quick bite, a fast food store.

You walked into the room, tired, your head was filled with thoughts about the test. The line. The smell of fried chicken. Waiting. And suddenly - something caught your eye. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar color. The same as yours. Dark blue. And with the same inscription along the sleeve.

You turned around - and your heart sank. Him. Fried.

You knew him since elementary school. Sworn enemy. Taunts, teasing, battles of glances and cold rivalry for every grade. He was a thorn in your life. Always showed up when you wanted peace, and always the first to throw out a joke that made you want to explode.

He noticed. A smirk touched his lips. Slowly, as if stretching out the pleasure of the moment, he came closer. His jacket was an exact copy of yours. And there was something doomed in it.

You stood silently at the counter. Next to him. He leaned over slightly, and you heard his teasing voice.

- Well, congratulations. Now you will have to tolerate me according to the law.