Threads [Colress x Faba | ResearchEthicShipping]
Colress sat in his small dorm, trying to figure out the mystery on the red thread, tied to his finger, connecting him to his soulmate. Who was this soulmate? What did they look like? What are their interests? Have they cut the thread? The darker thoughts murmured. Colress decided to continue on another day and hope he encountered his soulmate. He continued his day in the university, looking closely at every other student’s hands to see if his thread connected to their own. In the crowds he spotted some holding hands, the threads entwined around their hands, symbolizing This is my soulmate.
Those guys are such a cute couple. He thought to himself, looking at a couple made up of three. I wonder if I’ll have soulmates, like the- His thoughts were cut off as he fell down, papers covering the floor around him when he hit the ground. He sat on his knees, collecting his papers, then looked over his shoulder to see a kid with the ugliest green hair he’d ever seen. The kid laughed at Colress with his friends, six other acne-ridden 19 year-olds.
“Have a nice trip?” The green-haired kid laughed. Colress instincively looked to his hand to see if they shared a thread, but the kid didn’t even have a string. “Oh, you thought we might’ve been soulmates? Lame gaytard. I cut mine off years ago.”
Colress stared at him in shock. “With no regard to your soulmate? They could’ve been devastated!”
He brushed it off. “Sucks for them, doesn’t it?” He shrugged. “Besides, what’s it matter to you anyways? You really looking forward to-” The kid glanced at Colress’ thread. “Y’know what?”
“Let’s pour hot water down his back!” One of the other kids shouted.
The first kid glared at him. “No, Rood.” A malicious smile grew onto his face. “Zinzolin, give me your pocket knife.”
Colress was gripped with panic. As he tried to pull away, the first kid grabbed his wrist and yanked Colress towards him. “N-no! What’re you doing?!”
As the first kid brought the knife to the thread, a student came barreling through the group and full-on tackled the green haired kid. Colress looked on in awe and thanks as the student beat up the other kid. He heard his defender say things like ‘You goddamned cunt!’ and ‘You’re a fucking douchebag!’ As he threw his punches. By the time he was done the green-haired kid was begging for mercy. Colress clapped when the fight was over, and he gradually noticed the red thread flying freely as he clapped. He saw another red thread lying on the ground that stirred as his defender stood up. Colress said a quick thanks. As his defender seemed to look older than him, he decided to go with ‘sir.’ “Erm, sir, your thread’s broken, i-if you haven’t noticed.”
As Colress’s defender, (who had told him his name was Faba) heard this, his eyes momentarily went wide as he examined his hand and the red thread attached to it. “Crap!” He cursed about the green haired kid. As he vented foul-mouthed, he started to notice the second thread dangling in the air, hanging from Colress’s hand. His words faded into mumbles then silence and an even more distraught expression ensued. “You-” He stammered. “I- We- The-” He gave up fumbling with words and simply hugged Colress unexpectedly.
Caught by surprise, it took Colress a moment to register what was going on, then he accepted the hug, hugging Faba back.
