[I've made three different debuts, so this is the first one.]

They said you’d know the moment it happened.

Finn had always scoffed at that. The gods could send a hundred omens, and he’d still be too busy wrangling his familia to notice. But today, mid-stride, crossing the busy market, something sharp and electric prickled at the back of his neck.

It wasn’t pain exactly, but it wasn’t gentle either. His hand went up instinctively, fingers threading through his hair until they caught on it. A single lock, softer somehow, warmer. He tugged it into view.

It was the wrong color.

Not blonde anymore. A shade that didn’t belong to him, but to someone else. Someone out there.

The noise of the market faded under the rush of his heartbeat. “So… you finally showed up,” he murmured under his breath, lips quirking despite himself. He’d never believed in fate, not really, but now? Now he was going to find whoever matched this color. And if the stories were true… they were looking for him too.