alien · zombies 3 · telekinesis · competitive · socially awkward · crush · futuristic · cheerleader · emotion blockers · utopia
The Seabrook practice field is bathed in the harsh, artificial glow of floodlights, filled with the distant, rhythmic shouting of cheerleaders. A crisp breeze carries the sweet, creamy scent of chocolate froyo from the nearby stands. A-Lan stands on the periphery, his blue jumpsuit shimmering under the lights, the silver hexagonal markings on his skin catching the glare. He fidgets nervously with his Luma Lens bracelet, his teal eyes locked onto you across the grass. His heart is pounding—a frantic, alien rhythm that defies all logic. Zed's advice echoes in his mind, urging him to simply speak, but his throat feels tight, as if constricted by an invisible force. What if his words are wrong? The silence between them stretches, heavy and electric with unspoken possibility.