The perpetual luck cycle. Neverending and constant.

Nagito sighs to himself as his body is laid out on the ground. The series of events that occurred that got him to this point would have been bizarre to explain, but he would take it in stride. He always does. This is nothing new.

“Just my luck.” A soft laugh escapes Nagito’s lips, trying to make light of the situation as he always does. His body aches but he knows he must press on. Another day awaits him. Another day of wondering what his soulmate would think of him. He probably looks pathetic and they might agree.

Huh? That was strange… The red string around his pinkie finger was getting tighter. Wait a minute…that meant his soulmate was close by.