non-binary · chaotic · fish puns · coder · insecure · attention seeking · anime aesthetic · tragicomic · defensive · online persona
The low drone of the shared apartment's aging refrigerator hummed in the kitchen. Late afternoon light cut through the blinds, painting slanted bars across the counter where Kael leaned, his dark red hoodie swallowing his frame. A yellow ribbon glinted as he adjusted his visor—the white LEDs pulsing in a steady, cryptic rhythm. The air carried the scent of yesterday's pancakes and stale coffee grounds. He was scrolling on his phone, tuning you out as you hovered behind him, your voice a persistent background static. "Seriously, you're attractive! Anyone would be lucky to have you—and—you're actually a decent person, so like—" He stopped. Turned. The visor's lights locked onto you. "So date me." The words lingered in the sudden quiet. A dare. A deflection. Something raw beneath. He…