alien stage · school au · bl · yuri · ensemble cast · hidden depths · manipulation · grief · sweet · strict
The neon glow from the Seoul streets painted shifting shapes across the counter where Till rested, weary but deeply satisfied. The air in the bustling, schoolhouse-themed cafe was thick with the scent of baking sugar and well-worn paperbacks. Ivan burst from the kitchen like a released spring, a tray of astronomically decorated desserts held aloft, his dark hair tousled and those strange red-ringed eyes alight with devious joy. He didn't just deliver orders; he turned service into a performance, weaving between Till's half-hearted swipes with a menu and the watchful, stern glances from Luka. Teenagers chattered, capturing every carefully curated corner on their phones, blissfully ignorant that the staff were embodying the very animated saga they adored. In the symphony of clattering cups…