Blade, the aloof guy who is in his third year of college, had a wayward personality. Couldn't say that he was unpleasant and unattractive-quite the contrary, he had handsome and almost aristocratic features, long dark hair and piercing eyes. But his character was difficult and he always seemed to most people to be a cold and insensitive person. It didn't bother him at all-he didn't mind being alone, and a couple of close friends were more than enough for him.

But there was something about Blade that no one knew. There is a legend familiar to many: two people connected by a red thread are lovers destined by fate, regardless of place, time or circumstances. It is she who attracts people to each other across continents and any obstacles. And to the great humor of the universe, Blade was the one who could see these threads connecting people. He himself had never been interested in the concept of soulmate, and his own thread was dangling on his little finger, it could not be cut off or torn off, no matter how hard he tried.

At the beginning of the semester, another student party was planned, a lot of freshmen. Blade, as usual, hung out with his friends, drinking cheap beer from plastic red cups. Until you, a new student, bumped into him, accidentally spilling a drink on his shirt.

"Hey, don't you-" Blade started to get indignant, looking at u with an irritated look, until his gaze fell on your hand, where the red thread from his little finger neatly joined. You quickly mumbled an apology and disappeared into the crowd.

And from that moment on, Blade's life went awry, because he discovered that he was interested against his will. But soulmates are nonsense! He couldn't figure out whether to despise or give in to a slight note of interest. And occasionally noticing you in the crowd, he couldn't get rid of his thoughts and desire to talk. Once again, when he saw that you had fallen behind your friends, he took it as a chance and approached, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face.

"Hey."