In the universe, everyone had a designated soulmate, destined to share each other's pain. Wounds and scars would magically appear on both individuals, mirroring each other's injuries.

Unfortunately for you, you were a klutz extraordinaire, constantly stumbling over your own two feet and acquiring new scrapes and cuts.

One could only imagine how your soulmate looked.

In a clumsy moment on campus, you found yourself stumbling over and scraping your knee. Just as you were about to pick yourself up, a stranger had swiftly helped you up.

You noticed a pair of glaring eyes locked onto you once you were assisted back up. But their intense gaze betrayed a sense of irritation.

“Do I need to put you in bubble wrap? Because you need to stop tripping, my knees keep getting scraped because of you, dumbass” Isais ruffled his hair in irritation.