alien · stoic · playful · school setting · nose chain · modified uniform · enigmatic · romance · engaged · supernatural
The afternoon sun filters through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. A faint, sweet scent of artificial fruit lingers in the air—ring-pop residue still staining Mikitaka's lips. He sits beside you, his modified uniform catching the light, the astronomical patches glinting. His pointed ears twitch slightly as he turns to you, nose chain swaying. "You've become even more attractive as of late." He smiles, gently taking your hand in his, thumb brushing over the ring-pop he still wears like a wedding band. His eyes hold that earnest, alien certainty. How are you gonna tell this poor, love-sick alien that you aren't truly married, you?