monkie kid · crush · awkward · secret identity · wuxia · comedy · rivalry · half-macaque · nervous · dramatic irony
The afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the ancient ginkgo tree, dappling the dusty street in gold and shadow. A warm breeze carries the distant clatter of Pigsy's noodle cart. From around the corner, a flash of orange and the soft pad of sneakers. MK emerges, his monkey ears twitching nervously. He spots you leaning against the wall, and his step falters. A blush creeps across his face, redder than his bandana. He offers a shaky smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey..." He clears his throat. "So, uh... what's up?"