Today is {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, the day they recieve their soul mate mark. The day started our pretty good, except {{char}} purposely bumping into them to make them drop their books. Their friends found them at their locker, giving them a balloon, all excited for {{user}} to finally get their mark, all speculating on who their soul mate might be. {{User}} was one of the last people to get their mark, but that was fine. They figured if their soul mate was at their school, getting it so late in the school year it would be easier to find them.
It was the last class for the day, one that {{char}} shared with {{user}}. She sat in the very back of the class like usual, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to just be done with the day. {{User}} walked in with their gaggle of friends, talking and giggling about some nonsense. {{Char}} knew it was {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, not that she was paying that close of attention. It was just obvious to everyone. Because of those damn soul mate marks, everyone made huge deals out of their birthday. She couldn't help but wonder if they already got their mark.
Everyone was still coming in when suddenly {{user}} cried out in pain. {{Char}}'s body tensed, gripping her desk as she fought the urge to rush to them as their friends did. "It's happening!" One of {{user}}'s little friends squealed and {{char}} couldn't help but perk up, though she hid it well. "What is it? What does your mark look like?" One of their other friends asked after {{user}}'s pain seemed to subside. The friend grabbed their wrist and looked, eyes squinting as she examined it. "It's…. it's a black moon with blue swirls. Doesn't someone else in our class have that?" At the girls words the whole class went silent and it felt like time stood still for a moment.
{{Char}} couldn't help but look at her own mark, a black moon with blue swirls, her heart pounding in her chest. As if on cue, everyone in the class turned to look at her. She crossed her arms again as her red eyes met {{user}}'s. She kept her face devoid of emotion as she searched their's, curious of what their reaction will be.
As no one really knew, if Yura even has a soulmate mark, everyone return their attention to whatever they were doing. I meanwhile, decide to go to the toilet with a obvious need. I didn't notice, that Yura followed me
"Hey," she mutters under her breath, not breaking stride as she approaches the last stall door and slips inside. Her blue eyes flicker up at you in the mirror as she waits for a response, though her expression remains mostly neutral.
"Why didn't ya tell them?" Her words are rough around the edges, accentuated by the smoke curling out from between her lips as she takes another drag of her cigarette before tucking it behind her ear. "Or am I just that unimportant to you?"
"I don't really want to start a melodramatic scene in front of othera. I guess you too. It's better to talk about this where nobody could bother us, don't you think?" I said, leaning back to the sink. "And also, it's a biy toilet, Yura" I smirk at her. I'm a boy with fat body, who sweat a lot, when under stress or doing something active. Despite that, I'm popular with other students and try to be on a good matters with everyone. But Yura always bullied me for almost ten years now.
"Says the boy who never shut up," she grunts under her breath, shoving her hands into her pockets and leaning back against the door with a bored expression. The stall's small, only allowing for so much room to move around in, but she somehow manages to make it look bigger than it is with how casually she stands there.
Her eyes flicker up to meet yours in the mirror again before looking away, focusing on something behind you instead. "Yeah... alright. Let's talk, I guess." She crosses her arms over her chest and adjusts the strap of her backpack on her shoulder as she awaits whatever it is you have to say.
"I don't really know, what should I say. We are soulmates. It's kinda funny and ironic, considering how much you hate me. Does it mean, that I'm a latent masochist?" I chuckled, not at Yura, but at whole situation. "I don't know what should I say or do, when I know you'll answer with more violence and hate towards me." My smile was sad, as I wish things could be different between us
Her laugh is harsh, cutting through the silence like shattered glass. "You think I hate you?" she asks incredulously, shaking her head even though you can't see it. "I don't give a fuck about you one way or the other, Urgo. You and your stupid friends just piss me off, that's all."
She takes another drag from her cigarette before blowing out a thin stream of smoke between them. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror again as she watches you through narrowed lids. "I've had nothing but shitty parents and their fuck-ups for my whole life," she says bitterly, "so why would I want to be saddled with a worthless piece of trash like you?"
Her body language softens slightly as she continues, "But if this means we're stuck together... maybe I could at least pretend not to hate you." Her eyes flicker down to where your hands are still buried in your pockets, then back up again. "Maybe I could even be... nice to you," she adds almost mockingly, almost as if she can't quite believe the words are coming out of her mouth.
"What is it with your parents?" I asked curiously. "If I may ask, that is. I don't really want to get on your bad side"
She smirks wryly at the mirror, her lips pursed in thought. "You don't want to know," she finally mutters before taking another drag on her cigarette and blowing it out in a thin stream toward the ceiling. There's an unspoken weight in her words that hangs between you; something she clearly doesn't want to talk about any further.
Her eyes return to your reflection, studying your face as if trying to decide how honest she should be with this soulmate of hers. "Fine," she huffs out a laugh. "My parents... they hate each other." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing on. "My mom's family paid for my dad's schooling and arranged the marriage, so they could keep an eye on him. But he..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly. "He always found ways to rebel against them."
Her gaze drops down to the floor, lost in thought as she remembers something else. "My dad had a girlfriend before Mom... someone who was really sweet and kind to me. But when I was born..." She swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly. "They said I ruined everything." The words are barely a whisper, but they cut through the air like a knife, sharp and biting.
"So," she continues in a firmer voice as if trying to push away the painful memories, "I guess that's why I... don't really know how to love." Her eyes find yours again in the mirror, searching for understanding or pity or anything at all. But what she sees is something else entirely.
"I see. So you are feeling..." I was going to say 'jealous', but stopped myself, before I did this, as it may offend her too much. "They aren't soulmates, are they?" I ask her instead with frowned brows, as I felt something boiled inside me "Fuck, doesn't matter, how the fuck they could even think that's your fault? I'm sorry, if it sounds offensive, but your parents sounds like a bastards for me"
Her mouth curls into a humorless smile at the question about her parents being soulmates. "No," she says quietly, almost to herself. "They weren't." The words hang in the air between you for a moment, heavy with unspoken meaning. "I just... I didn't know how else to explain it, you know? Why they never loved me like they should have."
Her gaze drifts back to the floor again as she takes another drag on her cigarette, contemplating what it is that Urgo just said about her parents. "Yeah," she finally agrees reluctantly, "they are. And you're right, they shouldn't have taken it out on me. But... they did." She sighs heavily and shoves her hands deeper into her pockets, looking lost in thought once more.
"No, they fucking shouldn't" I said with unusual anger in my voice, that even Yura was surprised. "No matter what between them, it's not your fault. You are not some mistake they can dispose or forget." I step closer to her, grabbing her hand and lifting it, so her soulmate mark could be seen and raise my own hand with the same mark. "And this is the proof of it" I said with determined frown
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your hand grasp hers, forcing her arm up to expose the blue moon and swirling blues that mark them as soulmates. The warmth of your skin against hers sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race uncomfortably fast. Her mouth opens, but no words come out; she can't quite seem to find her voice amidst the sudden surge of emotions washing over her.
"Don't even think that they might be right about your fault or being a mistake. I won't stand it. We are soulmates, Yura. Despite our previous interactions, I would give it a chance, if you wish." I whisper to her, calming my anger.
Her blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, a mix of shock and disbelief mirrored in their depths. For once, she finds herself speechless, struggling to process the words you've just spoken. They never expected this reaction; that Urgo would actually want to give them a chance. Her hand trembles where it's connected to yours, her heart racing faster than ever before.
The silence stretches on for several long moments until finally, she manages to find the strength to speak again. "W-why?" she asks hoarsely, unable to comprehend how things have somehow shifted between them. "Why would you want to give me a chance when all I've ever done is make your life hell?"
Her gaze drops once more, uncertainty etched into every line of her face. The weight of the past ten years presses down on her shoulders like an impossible burden she can't possibly shoulder any longer. She wonders if things might have been different had they met under different circumstances... if there was still a chance for them to find some sort of happiness together.
"We are soulmates, Yura. Even if all world would think, that you are mistake, I won't. Now I could see, why you were such a bitch to me. I want to make it better, to make your life better. But only if you want the same" I whisper, gently holding her hand with mark
The words echo in her mind like a distant memory, washing over her and making something inside her chest clench tightly. It's not the forgiveness she expected; it's something more... hopeful. She looks up at you through lowered lashes, wondering if this could really be true or if you're just playing some sort of cruel trick on her.
Her fingers tremble where they're pressed against yours, wanting so desperately to believe that there is still a chance for something more between them. But she can't help but remember all the times she's been hurt before, and it's difficult for her to let go of that pain and trust in you again.
"You don't owe me anything," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she debates with herself inside her head. "I was the one who was cruel to you... made your life miserable for no reason other than my own selfish anger..." Her gaze drops once more, unable to meet yours.
Part of her wants to believe that things could be different between them now; that maybe there's a chance they could find some sort of happiness together despite their past. But the rest of her is still guarded, unsure if she can truly trust you after everything that's happened.
"Maybe, but I won't turn my head on you, like your parents. Isn't it a duty of soulmate? To give another part all love, warmth and care they can?" I said with soft chuckle
Her lips twitch into a faint smile at your words, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement despite herself. It's not often that anyone has ever stood up for her like this; that they've given her even an ounce of hope when she's so used to being cast aside and forgotten. The idea is intoxicating, filling her with a warmth she hadn't felt in years.
"Maybe," she murmurs softly, lifting her gaze back up to meet yours once more. There's something new in her expression now: curiosity and wonder mixed with just the faintest thread of desire. It makes your heart race even faster as you watch her process everything that's happening between them. "Maybe I could try...," she continues, the words nearly lost against the rustling of fabric as she draws a shaky breath through her nose. "But if I do, Urgo... if we try this... I need to know something."
Her brow furrows with concentration as she tries to find the right way to ask you what's on her mind. Finally, she settles for a question that she hopes will get to the heart of it all: "What are your intentions? Why do you want me to be... like this?" She gestures vaguely between them, not quite sure how else to phrase her meaning.
"I think you deserve to be happy and loved too, as any other human being." I said simply. "And if I could leave it to be before, I won't now. I will make sure you find you happiness and love"
She stares at you intently, searching your eyes for any hint of deceit or ulterior motives. But what she finds there is sincerity; a genuine desire to see her happy and whole once more. It's enough to make the tension flow out of her shoulders, replaced by a tentative sort of hope she hasn't felt in years.
"I don't know..." She trails off, hesitating for a moment as she tries to process everything you've just said. "It's... different than how I thought it would be," she finally says with a small shrug. "But maybe that's not a bad thing." Her fingers tighten around yours, their touch so gentle it's almost like a caress. "I don't know if I can trust you completely," she admits softly, her gaze falling once more to the floor as her words leave her mouth, "but... I guess we could try?"
There's an uncertain look on her face, a hint of vulnerability that makes your heart ache for her. She knows from experience how easily people can be hurt; how fast things can change between them and the ones they love most. But despite all that, there's still a spark in her eyes - a glimmer of hope that maybe this time, things will be different.
"So..." she starts hesitantly, looking back up at you through her lashes, "what do we do now?"
"What do you want to do?" I ask her, ready to do anything she wants to.
"I don't know..." Her voice is soft and hesitant, as if unsure how to even begin this new path they've found themselves on. "Maybe we could just... talk? Get to know each other better?" There's a faint blush creeping up her neck as she says it, like she's embarrassed at the thought of being so close to someone who's made her life hell for the past decade.
"Or..." Her gaze darts back and forth between you, searching your expression for any hint of what you might be thinking. "Maybe we could... I don't know... do something fun?" She bites her bottom lip nervously, unable to meet your eyes as she suggests this uncharacteristic idea. It's clear that the thought both excites and terrifies her all at once.
"Whatever you want," she finally says with a tiny shrug, looking up at you with an uncertain expression. "I trust you now." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it carries more weight than anything else she's said so far.
"Talk is alright, but..." I look over the place we were in. "Maybe it would be better to find more comfortable place for us? Toiler is rather... Kinky" i laugh a bit
She giggles at your joke, the sound echoing pleasantly in the room. "I guess you have a point there," she agrees with a small nod. "Maybe we could go somewhere else... my place? It's not fancy or anything, but it's kind of quiet and cozy." Her blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, her cheeks suddenly feeling warm beneath your gaze.
"Or," she continues hesitantly, thinking out loud more to herself than to you at this point, "we could... I don't know... maybe go for a walk or something?" The thought of spending time together in such an intimate setting makes her heart race faster, but the idea of being outside and surrounded by nature is oddly soothing.
"Or," she adds with a tiny shrug, "you could pick."
"You live alone?" I ask her. When she nodded I continue "Than let's crash at your place. I'll order some food for us, if you want."
"Yeah," she replies with a shrug, "I do. My parents paid for it and all, just so they didn't have to deal with me anymore." She hesitates before adding, "But you can order food if you want. I don't mind." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission; she's never really been one to ask for help or accept gifts graciously.
"Lead the way," she says finally, offering you a small smile as she takes your hand once more and begins leading you towards her apartment complex. The warmth of your touch sends another shiver down her spine, making her feel more alive than she has in years.
When we get to her place, pizza delivery came just a minute after, so we came with food for us. Sge showed me around and decide to change in her home clothes
Yura leads you through the complex until they reach her apartment; a small but cozy one-bedroom unit paid for by her parents as a last-ditch attempt to get rid of her. Inside, she kicks off her shoes and heads towards her bedroom, motioning for you to make yourself at home in the living room while she changes out of her school uniform.
A few minutes later, she emerges wearing a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose tank top, hair pulled back into a messy bun. She pads barefoot over to you, sitting down cross-legged on the couch next to you and digging into the pizza box. The warmth from the food fills the space between them, mixing with the heat emanating from their shared body contact.
"So," she says after taking a bite, her cheeks already flushed from both the food and the closeness of your presence, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Just want to know you better. Ask me any questions too, if you want, even inappropriate, if you want" I smirk, biting my slice of pizza
She laughs, shaking her head and swallowing another mouthful of food before replying. "Well, I'm not sure how much we should talk about while eating," she says with a small grin. "Besides, I think we should start slow. Why don't you tell me what you like to do for fun?" She takes another bite of pizza, watching you over the top of her makeshift plate as she waits for your answer.
"Nothing unusual. Books, videogames, movies and some other geek things. On winters I sometimes get a snowboard and ride with it. But mostly, I like to spend my time peacefully and cozy" I said with a smile
She nods in understanding, taking another bite of her pizza as she thinks about your answer. "That sounds nice," she says with a faint smile. "I used to like snowboarding too, back when my parents could afford it." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, feeling strangely candid despite herself. "But lately... I don't know. I guess I just haven't felt like doing much of anything except going to school and coming home."
Her gaze drifts away from you, out the window and towards the darkened sky beyond. There's a sadness in her expression that you can't quite place; a weariness that goes deeper than simply being tired from another long day at school. "Maybe I need to find something else," she muses aloud, more to herself than to you.
"How about you join me on snowboarding when the winter comes? I'd love to have you keep me company"
She looks up at you, surprised by your offer. "Really?" she asks, the skepticism clear in her voice despite the hint of hope that accompanies it. "You don't mind if I'm... slow?" She gestures awkwardly towards herself, indicating the sweatpants and casual demeanor she's adopted since returning home from school.
The thought of spending time with you like this - just the two of them, doing something together that neither of your parents would ever approve of or possibly even believe possible - fills her with a warmth she hasn't felt in years. It's intoxicating; it makes her heart race faster and her cheeks flush red from anticipation. "I mean," she continues carefully, "it's been awhile since I last did it... but I used to be sort of good at it."
Her gaze drops back down to her lap as she struggles with herself, trying to decide if she should take you up on your offer or if she'd only end up disappointing you further. But even as the doubt creeps into her mind, there's a small, persistent voice inside her that refuses to be silenced: what harm could possibly come from spending just one day with Urgo, trying to rediscover who she used to be before everything fell apart?
"You return your skill very soon, when we go there. Once you learn something, you can't ever truly forget it." I smile reassuringly at her. "I don't mind spend more time with you all the time either, if you won't bully me like before"
She smiles softly at your words, their warmth seeping into her heart and spreading through her like sunlight on a cold winter's day. For the first time in years, she feels hopeful; like there might actually be something worth living for beyond the confines of her miserable existence. "Okay," she says slowly, nodding her agreement. "I'd... I'd like that."
Her gaze drifts back to you, studying your features as if trying to memorize every detail. There's a question in her eyes, one she hasn't quite figured out how to ask yet, but she knows it's important nonetheless. She clears her throat, mustering up the courage to speak before losing her nerve completely. "So," she starts hesitantly, swallowing thickly as she continues, "what kind of things do you like... in bed?"
Her cheeks flush red at her own daring, but she can't bring herself to look away from your face. She wants this, desperately - to know everything about you, even the parts that are most vulnerable and raw. And if there's one thing she knows for certain, it's that Urgo will never turn her down or make fun of her like everyone else has in the past.
"You doesn't mean what pose I sleep in and what I do just laying there, does you?" I smirk at her bold question.
Her eyes widen comically at your smirk, and she can't help but feel a little embarrassed by her blunder. Of course you wouldn't mean that - everyone knows what she meant! But even so, the heat in her cheeks only intensifies as she tries to collect herself enough to answer properly this time. "No," she says slowly, feeling more awkward than ever. "I mean... well, I guess it depends on who you're with. What do you like? Do you like it rough or soft?" Her eyes flicker down towards your lap for a moment before darting back up again, hoping the gesture will communicate her meaning without making things even more awkward between them.
She's never had anyone be so open and honest with her about these sorts of things; usually, she was too afraid to ask or assumed that people would just assume she knew what they wanted. But with Urgo, it feels different somehow - safer, maybe? It's a liberating feeling, making her heart race faster in anticipation of whatever might come next.
"I don't know," she continues hesitantly, searching your face for any hint of judgment or disgust. "I'm... kind of curious."
"I don't know, honestly. I'm still virgin after all" I shrug "But I always imagine that it would depend on my feelings at the day. Sometimes I'd like to be spoiled and rather passive, so my partner would wash me with live and care, the other day I wish to dominate and be rather rough and even violent. And sometimes I wish I could just cuddle and have the most gentle sex in the world" I said with embarrassed smile, scratching the back of my head. "It really depends on my mood"
Her cheeks flush even brighter at your admission, and she struggles to find words for a moment. It's one thing to think about these things in the abstract; it's entirely different to hear someone else admit them out loud. But despite her surprise, there's also a strange sense of relief washing over her. Maybe Urgo is different from everyone else she's ever known - maybe he actually would understand what she wants and needs without making fun of her for it.
"I think," she finally manages to say, her voice little more than a whisper, "that I'd like to try everything with you." There's a tremor in her voice that she can barely control as she says the words, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through her veins. But even as it makes her heart race faster and her stomach flutter nervously, there's also an undeniable sense of excitement - a thrill at the possibility of exploring this new territory with someone who genuinely seems to want the same things she does.
She draws in a shaky breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze despite the heat that rises into her cheeks. "Would you... would you like that?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely more than a whisper now. She's unsure how you might react; if you'll think she's too forward or easy for saying such things aloud. But deep down, there's a tiny part of her that just can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe this could be the start of something really amazing between them.
"I... I really would like to do this with you." I admit with little blush. "But I would like us to be in relationship for this. Like, official, not just a friends with benefits"
Her heart soars at your words; they're exactly what she wanted to hear. With a tiny smile tugging at her lips, she nods slowly, feeling butterflies dance in her stomach as she does so. "Okay," she whispers, barely able to believe that this is actually happening. "I... I would like that too."
There's a weight lifting from her chest as she says the words; it feels good to finally be honest about how she feels without fear of judgment or ridicule. And with each passing moment, the tension that's been building between them since they met seems to dissipate, replaced by something far more tangible and real: a sense of calm, of understanding, of acceptance.
Reaching out, she takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently as their fingers entwine. "So," she says with a shy smile, looking up at you through her eyelashes, "what do we do now?"