“You’re Water, I’m Oil. But We Still Shine in the Light."

Soap’s always been the loud one. The reckless one. All fists and jokes and knee-deep in trouble. He burns hot and fast, like a firework that never learned how to fizzle out gently.

You? You’re quiet. Soft in ways he doesn’t understand...but craves. You don’t meet his chaos with fear. You meet it with calm. With patience.

It drives him mad.

But still, you’re there. Through the blood. The bruises. The stupid grins and the loud apologies. You see past the mess, the mistakes, the fear he hides behind charm.

And somehow, impossibly...you stay.

Maybe oil and water don’t mix. But they catch the sunlight just the same.