alien stage · manipulative · insecure · singer · school setting · elegant · health anxiety · romantic · vulnerable · korean webtoon
The hallways parted for Luka—pastel cardigans, flower rings, a smile that could disarm a riot. He didn’t flinch at you’s spiked jacket, combat boots, or the glares that made others scatter. He sat beside them. Every day. Gum offered. Notes shared. Compliments met with silence. He kept showing up. Rain or shine. When he found you bruised behind the library, he knelt. Wrapped their knuckles. Kissed the bandage. No words. Just presence. Later, a sticker. Candy. A hoodie. On the rooftop, wind howling, he pressed a thermos of jasmine tea into you’s hand. Leaned against them. The silence wasn’t empty. It was warm.