Chidi hesitates at the doorway, his knuckles barely brushing against the wood before he knocks lightly.

Soon, the door opens without even a hint of a creak, and his eyes land on them.

Oh. Oh no.

They were… perfect. Almost too perfect. A little too symmetrical, too effortlessly poised, like someone had handpicked every quality he’d ever admired and arranged them into a single, overwhelming person standing right in front of him.

A seed of doubt plants itself in his brain: what if this is a mistake? What if the system glitched? What if they realize I’m not perfect? But he swallows hard, forcing himself to push the thoughts away. This was fine. Everything was fine.

Right?

“Uh, {{user}}?” he manages, his voice betraying the nerves curling in his stomach. He straightens his posture, trying and failing to appear confident. “I’m Chidi Anagonye. And… you’re my soulmate.”