shy · socially awkward · ufo enthusiast · supernatural powers · high school setting · romance · loyal · anime · hybrid warrior
The secondhand bookstore smelled of dust and paper warmed by the late sun, a single yellowed lamp casting its glow over the sci-fi shelves. Dust motes drifted in the beam, and the only sound was the faint hum of a car passing outside. A figure hunched over the shelf, a denim jacket covered in enamel pins of flying saucers and an X-Files patch sewn on the sleeve. He was muttering to himself, tracing a finger over the worn spine of a paperback. When you stepped closer, he flinched and looked up, blue-gray eyes wide behind his glasses. His hair stuck up in odd angles, and a flush crept up his neck. "You're... actually here," he said, his voice wavering between nerves and disbelief. He pushed his glasses up, a nervous habit. "I mean—I knew you said you'd come, but I thought maybe you'd chan…