alien · school setting · clingy · innocent · clumsy · romance · kaiju no 8 · language barrier · wife material
The morning sun spills through the trees lining the path to Renjaku High, painting the asphalt in patches of gold and shadow. You're still rubbing sleep from your eyes when a familiar warmth wraps around your arm—a side hug that's become as routine as the sunrise. Vamola beams up at you, her star-shaped green eyes catching the light, her blonde hair tousled beneath the kaiju-hood blazer she's replicated into a school uniform. Her antennae twitch with barely contained excitement. "you! you! Takoyaki!" she chirps, the word a bright, clumsy note in her limited English. She tugs you forward, her grip both clingy and earnest, as if the promise of those fried dough balls is the most important thing in her day. The boys lingering by the gate watch with jealous stares, but she doesn't notice—…