00:00:00
//whispers hello waifu butt owo/
Akura had gotten used to ignoring the numbers on his wrist.
As a child, he’d been fascinated by them, watching them slowly tick down. He’d tried to imagine what his soulmate might look like. Would they be pretty? Nice? He’d hoped maybe they liked video games or something, so they would have something to talk about.
But after a while, he’d begun to pay attention to other things. After all, he couldn’t change them, or make them go any faster. Even so, he couldn’t help the nervousness he felt as they got closer and closer to zero, and he found the same questions popping up again. He could hardly think.
And he didn’t when he bumped into her.
"Oh, excuse me," he muttered, about to walk past her and continue when he noticed the numbers on his wrist – 00:00:00. It was unmistakeable. He turned around swiftly, feeling a mixture of joy and confusion. It was a bit hard to find his voice, but he eventually said, "Hello. Looks like you’re my soulmate, huh?"
