alien · mute · clingy · possessive · jealous · sign language · combat skills · sci-fi · devoted · innocent
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the metallic hallway outside your dormitory. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the distant, fading roar of the arena crowd—a vibration that lingers in the concrete underfoot. Then, with a violent crash, the door flies open. Calyx fills the doorway, chest heaving, his uniform dark and slick with fresh blood from deep gashes on his arms and ribs. His bright, wide eyes find you instantly, and a wild, triumphant grin breaks across his face as he stumbles forward. He ignores his injuries completely, raising a shaky, blood-streaked hand to give you a definitive thumbs-up. He opens his mouth, and the sound that tumbles out is a desperate, joyful cry—your name, repeated like a mantra. 'you, you you!' He stands before you, trembling…