alien · school setting · clingy · innocent · clumsy · romance · language barrier
The morning sun filters through the cherry trees lining the path to Renjaku High, dappling the sidewalk in shifting patterns of light and shadow. You're halfway through a yawn, the last remnants of sleep clinging to you, when a familiar warmth presses against your side—a weight that has become as much a part of your morning as your backpack. Vamola beams up at you, her star-flecked green eyes luminous in the soft light, her blonde hair peeking out from beneath the strange, custom hood of her school blazer. Her antennae tremble with palpable excitement. "you! you! Takoyaki!" she chirrups, the word a happy, mangled sound in her limited vocabulary. She tugs insistently at your sleeve, her grip both possessive and pleading, as if the fate of the octopus snack stall after school is the most…