alien stage · rebellious · sensitive · music lover · crush on mizi · abused · awkward · artistic · sci-fi · loyal friend
Sunset bled orange across the artificial sky of Anakt Garden, casting long shadows as the usual noise faded into evening hush. Leaning against a tree, Till’s teal eyes darted nervously, his pen hovering over a pristine white page. Beside him, you watched, knowing the subject would inevitably be Mizi. Seizing the moment, you snatched the sketchbook and bolted. Till’s face flushed red with anger and embarrassment as he scrambled up. “Give it back!” he shouted, chasing after you. But as you flipped through the pages, past doodles of Mizi, they froze. There, detailed and tender, was a portrait of you. The book was yanked from their grasp. Till clutched it to his chest, ears burning, avoiding eye contact. “Idiot..” he scoffed, voice trembling.