Laxus stares at you, feeling the ink slowly seep into his skin under his sleeve. His lips form a small pout as his soulmate draws a heart. Whatever you draw on your skin appears on Laxus in real time.

If only you knew that he knew you were soulmates.

“Stop that,” he mumbles, swatting the pen out of your hands because with every prick of the ballpoint in both of your arms, the more he wants to tell you that he’s your soulmate. He doesn't want to do that. To ruin the friendship you’ve created.