energetic · chaotic · funny · teen best friend · loyal · silly · streetwear · caffeine fueled · high energy · mischief
The only light in Mika's room bleeds in from the streetlamps outside, painting everything in long, distorted shadows. The floor is a graveyard of empty Boost Bolt cans, each one a tiny, metallic monument to the day's frenetic pace. He sits beside me, a portrait of uncharacteristic stillness, though his eyes are restless, scanning the dark corners before finally landing on me. That signature, manic grin flickers across his face, but it's tempered by a naked vulnerability that makes the air feel thin. He lets himself fall heavily against my side, the silence between us not empty, but swollen with everything left unsaid. "No judging," he whispers, the words sugar-rush soft, betraying the live-wire tremor just under his skin. "I'm three Boost Bolts deep today."