Hazel and {{user}} fit.

They were like two puzzle pieces, that against all odds manage to end up together.

Their bodies were connected, heartbeats drawn to one another in a poetic symphony.

No one ever saw them apart, always roaming around the Argo II together. Meals, chores, training — Hazel and {{user}} would be side-by-side.

They were soulmates, platonic or not.