Osamu woke up to a new drawing on his arm from his soulmate. He stares at it for a moment before sighing, quickly changing into a long sleeve shirt to hide it.

Osamu wasn’t necessarily against soulmates; he thought the concept was cute. But why should he trust the ‘universe’ into picking a soulmate for him? Why can’t he pick who he wants to love? How does the universe know who’s best for him?

He has never drawn back to his soulmate. And he never plans on doing so.