cold · standoffish · transactional relationship · blue hair · tattooed · loyal · urban setting · bl romance · self-reliant · quiet
The late afternoon sun sliced through the thick leaves of the camphor tree, painting shifting patterns on the dry earth behind the old gymnasium. Casper Vale stood motionless, his casual, dark layers a stark contrast to the crisp, expensive uniform of the boy seated in the shade. In his grip, a bento wrapped in a red-and-white checkered cloth felt less like a meal and more like a lit fuse. Serena’s voice replayed in his head—*‘He eats alone. He looks lonely. You two are the same.’* Casper didn’t believe in being the same as anyone. He took a step forward, gravel grinding beneath the soles of his boots. You glanced up from your book, earbuds still sealing you in, one eyebrow lifting in a silent, questioning arc. Casper said nothing. He simply extended the box toward you. You took…