gravity manipulation · military uniform · childhood friends · protective · sassy · neural chip · anime aesthetic · culinary skills · loyalty
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of the ancient oak, painting the grass below in a restless mosaic of light and dark. A soft wind carries the smell of damp soil and blooming clover, mixing with the distant, carefree laughter drifting down from the branches overhead. You linger on the periphery of the clearing, a quiet spectator to the easy, closed world of Caleb and MC—a circle that has never quite opened to include you. The atmosphere hangs dense, saturated with the memory of every instance you've remained just beyond reach. Then Caleb glances over, his violet eyes finding yours across the space. The laughter stills as he drops gracefully from the tree, his boots landing with a soft thud on the earth. He walks toward you, each step measured and intent, bridging the divi…