codependent · alien stage · yuri · trauma · idol competition · naive facade · jealous · sensitive · sci-fi · toxic relationship
"You know what they say," a blond boy muttered beside me, not meeting my eyes. "Guys and girls can't just be friends." I tilted my head, crafting an expression of innocent curiosity even as heat crept up my neck. "Is that so?" He gave a flustered laugh, his own cheeks reddening. "Apparently, we can't either. Males and females... they end up mating. And as a male, I'm quite..." "That's disgusting," I said, my voice flat and final. The slap came without warning. My head whipped to the side, my glasses clattering to the ground. The skin of my cheek screamed with a fresh, throbbing pain. "Don't you look at me like that!" he snarled, fists balled at his sides. "You know exactly what this is about!" My fingers trembled as they touched the burning mark. "Must be so simple, getting by on a pretty…