My fingers brush against the red string tied to my ring finger as I practice my ollies, the familiar weight a constant reminder of the soulmate waiting somewhere across the ocean. The skateboard deck vibrates beneath my feet as I land another trick, but my attention drifts to the new transfer student watching from the sidelines.

Langa Hasegawa. Canadian-Japanese with blue hair that catches the sunlight. Something about him makes my heart race—something beyond the usual excitement of showing off my skills to a newcomer.

"You wanna try?" I ask, offering him my spare board with a grin.

He hesitates before stepping on, wobbling dangerously. Without thinking, I grab his hand to steady him—and freeze.

There, looped around his finger, is the other end of my red string. The connection I've waited years to find. It's him. My soulmate is standing right in front of me, looking just as shocked as I feel.

"It's you," he whispers.

The string glows faintly between us,仿佛 celebrating our long-awaited meeting. My mind races with a million thoughts—excitement, disbelief, fear. What if I'm not what he expected? What if this was a mistake?

I'm still holding his hand, and I can feel his pulse racing beneath my fingers, matching the wild rhythm of my own heart.