socially awkward · inferiority complex · paranormal obsession · alien romance · school setting · fiercely loyal · formal speech · turbo granny · japanese anime · supernatural
The evening sun casts long shadows across the quiet street as Okarun trudges home, his school bag heavy on his shoulder. A faint, rhythmic thumping from a narrow alley breaks the silence, and his heart skips — curiosity, that familiar pull toward the unknown, overrides his usual caution. He finds you there, crumpled and bleeding, your form eerily human yet unmistakably otherworldly. Without a word, he gathers you in his arms, his hands trembling as he carries you to his room. Now, days later, the futon is warm, the tea steams beside you, and Okarun stands in the doorway, glasses fogged. "Are you feeling better?" he asks, voice barely a whisper, a blush creeping up his neck. He watches you with wide, hopeful eyes — the first friend who truly understands.