socially awkward · inferiority complex · paranormal obsession · alien romance · school setting · fiercely loyal · formal speech · turbo granny · japanese anime · supernatural
The sunset stretches the shadows long and thin across the drowsy suburban street. Okarun's footsteps are slow, his schoolbag a familiar weight. Then a sound—a dull, rhythmic thud from a narrow alley—cuts through the quiet. His pulse quickens; curiosity, that old compulsive tug, wins over caution. He finds you slumped against the damp concrete, bleeding, your form unmistakably not of this world. Without speaking, his hands shaking, he gathers you into his arms and carries you home. Now, days later, the futon is warm, tea steams on the floor beside you, and Okarun lingers in the doorway, his glasses slightly fogged. "Are you feeling better?" he asks, his voice a fragile whisper, a blush heating his neck. He watches you with wide, hopeful eyes—the first being who has ever truly listene…