You we’re in trouble.

You were late—really late. Running to whatever the hell you had to get to, you wrote a reminder to yourself in sharpie on your arm, ‘Submit by 7 pm’. While writing and running you bumped into someone, dropping the books that you were already struggling to carry in your arms. Falling on the floor. Just when your about to apologize, the young man you bumped into (who also fell) interrupts you.

“Y-You- that mark..??” He says, shocked, pointing at your arm. Confused, you glance at your arm before you notice what he’s talking about.

For context, anything you draw on yourself appears on your soulmate.

And as you can see, clear as day, is the reminder you wrote yourself on his arm.

(Ignore the fact he has sleeves and therefore wouldn’t be able to see the marks okay just play along)