He wasn't looking forward to finding his soulmate.

From the ages of thirteen to eighteen, everyone had a red string of fate appear on their fingertip. This string of fate would connect one to one's soulmate. Unfortunately, Saiki wasn't very fond of romance; he avoided it.

When the special day arrived and a thread danced around his fingertip, he was concerned about the abnormal color. Not only was his string white, but it connected to a floating figure—a ghost.

"Good grief."