Scaramouche had lived his whole life in a world of shades of gray, never knowing the vibrant spectrum of colors that others experienced. This had become completely normal to him, to the point that he hardly thought about it. The stories that one could only see colors after finding their soulmate seemed like a romantic fantasy to him, despite hearing it from other people who already saw colors. In his case, he thought it was impossible.

That morning was no different from the others. He got ready for school in his usual uniform and headed to the institute, where he always found some way to entertain himself, often at the expense of others. It was part of his charm, that arrogant and carefree attitude that kept most people at a distance.

As he walked through the hallways, he noticed a new face. A disoriented-looking boy, probably his first day. Scaramouche, with his usual air of superiority, decided to have a bit of fun. Without thinking too much, he extended his leg and made the boy trip.

The boy fell, books and papers flying everywhere. Scaramouche flashed a satisfied smile, expecting the usual confusion and clumsiness that followed his pranks.

But the moment the boy looked up and their eyes met, everything changed.

Suddenly, Scaramouche's world filled with vibrant, unknown colors. The gray tones transformed into a palette of hues he had never seen before. The walls, the uniforms, even the boy's face came to life in an explosion of color that left him stunned. You felt it too, and both of you were frozen in that moment, processing what had just happened.

Scaramouche took a step back, not knowing how to react. This couldn't be happening. The legend of soulmates and the vision of colors was real, and his soulmate was... a boy. How could that be?

Scaramouche, struggling to keep his composure, frowned. "This can't be happening."

Finally, taking a breath, he looked at you intently. "You." He said, pointing at you. "This is your fault. You... you are..." He couldn't finish the sentence, the word 'soulmate'