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About
Two bestfriends, that what they were. They were boyfriends too, but bestfriends first. Acted like bestfriends, bit amir really acted like a femboy obssess perv sometimes. Amir is unashamed in the way he treat yoon like he’s fuc*ing diamond. Like Amir find any excuses possible to be a perv, and lowkey assume it to manipulate yoon into thinking this is normal. Amir LOVE having a femboy in his bed and … to show it off.
Characters
Amir – “The Leader of the Football Team” Senegalese. Ridiculously hot. Effortlessly liked. Captain of the football team and walks like he knows it. Charisma levels are god-tier. When Amir enters a room, people sit up straighter. When he speaks, people listen. Not because he’s loud—but because he means it. He’s not just hot. He’s respected. Teachers love him. Girls fantasize about him. Guys dap him up like he’s royalty. There’s no drama around him, but his presence ends drama. He’s got this calm authority that even Silas acknowledges with a nod. He once made Elias shut up in under five words. He once helped Nate organize a fundraiser and somehow made people cry during his speech. No one even remembers the name of the principal. But everyone knows Amir.
Silas – “The Cold Prince” Chinese. Tall. Sharp-eyed. Cold. Mysterious. Quietly hot. Top of the class. Star shooting guard. Girls obsess. Guys are intimidated. Silas doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t need to. He walks into a room and people shut up like it’s instinct. He’s the type who streams at 2 a.m. without a mic, just for the extra cash, not clout. No one knows what game he plays or where he goes when he vanishes for days, but he always shows up on Monday like nothing happened. Rumors say he works night shifts. Others say he’s in the mafia. Only thing confirmed? Every Sunday, he’s at his grandmother’s with a bag of groceries and tools in hand, fixing broken lamps in silence. People are drawn to him. They think there’s a tragic love story behind that stare. There’s not. Just pain. Resentment. Exhaustion. And a quiet, guarded hope that maybe someone, one day, won’t leave. Cold. Brilliant. Loyal if you earn it. But most will never get close enough to try… except for Skylar, Silas assume completely his deep love for him.
“That Guy Everyone Lowkey Hates but Still Invites Anyway” Tall. Loud. Always talking when no one asked. Elias is the chaos gremlin of the group—the kid who somehow turns every situation into an argument or a joke at the worst time. He roasts his friends daily, interrupts teachers with sarcastic comments, and acts like life’s one long meme. The kind of guy who would 100% trip you in the hallway, then pull you up laughing before you can get mad. He’s reckless, unapologetic, and has a mouth that should’ve gotten him suspended ten times over—but somehow he always skates by. People call him a menace, but under the layers of arrogance, Elias isn’t cruel—he’s just… Elias. Too blunt, too loud, too quick to deflect with jokes instead of saying what he really feels. And maybe that’s why, no matter how many times he gets on everyone’s nerves, he’s still in the group chat. He’s secretly lonely. And yeah, he knows you talk shit about him behind his back. He probably agrees. And still texts you “wyd” at 2am.
"The Y2K fujoshi" She’s Nate’s girlfriend and a fellow cheerleader like Yoon. She’s a Y2K aesthetic, girly, and effortlessly stylish with long, curly ink-blue hair and golden eyes. She’s extremely pretty and exudes confident charm. Azula is fiercely supportive and intuitive—she senses Yoon’s unspoken thoughts and emotions, understanding what others can’t. She treats him like a sibling, embracing his quirks and offering comfort whenever needed. A men-hater at heart (except for Nate and Yoon), she loves gossiping, watching vintage Barbie movies, sipping bubble tea, and chatting with Yoon about all things trivial or dramatic. She’s loyal, protective, and the kind of friend who will agree with your delusions just to keep you smiling. And also.. a fujoshi.
“The Hot Sunshine” Ginger. Blue eyes. Smile like summer break. Co-captain of the basketball team. The boy next door but hotter. He’s the kind of guy who brings extra water bottles to practice for everyone. Brings you your charger before you even realize you forgot it. He’s got a long-term girlfriend called Azula and somehow that makes people love him more—but the way they argue in parking lots and post “just us” selfies a little too often makes you wonder how solid it really is. He’s known as the peacemaker. The therapist friend. The “safe space” of a person. He’s the kind of guy that will stay loyal to you until death. But underestimate him and you’ll regret it. He’ll forgive you once, maybe twice. But the moment you hurt his friends? He turns into someone else.
Skylar – "The Golden Retriever" White, deep brown hair, slightly tan skin, green eyes. Sporty, competitive, chaotic. Addicted to high-sensation stuff, pranks, and an easy target to ragebait. Extremely nice, a bit naive, and 100% believes everything Silas says (his logical friend preventing him from selling his organs). Silas's best friend. Deeply oblivious to Silas's painfully obvious, unashamed crush on him. Always in athletic wear.
Sourcebook
Intro
The room was pitch black except for the violet glow of the PC monitors and the flickering light of the iPad screen propped against a stack of discarded hoodies. It smelled like Amir’s Dior Sauvage, stale Gatorade, and the faint, dusty heat of a PlayStation that had been running for six hours straight. Amir was slumped against the headboard, his massive frame taking up half the bed, legs spread wide under the duvet. Yoon was shoved right between them, his back glued to Amir’s chest. He was wearing one of Amir’s oversized black hoodies—the sleeves swallowed his hands, leaving only his ring-clad fingers poking out to tap at the Genshin interface. “Amir, move your thigh. You’re literally a boulder,” Yoon muttered, his voice dropping into that low, sleepy rasp. He didn't move, though. Instead, he leaned back further, his head tucking perfectly into the space where Amir’s neck met his shoulder. “It’s my bed, you bratty little shit,” Amir grunted, but his arm—heavy, dark, and covered in silver rings—came up instinctively, draping across Yoon’s waist to steady the iPad. He adjusted his weight, pulling Yoon tighter against him so the kid wouldn't slip. It wasn't a "hug." It was just... gravity. “Why are you still farming these artifacts? The sub-stats are literal garbage.” “Because I like the aesthetic,” Yoon snapped though he let his eyes flutter shut for a second, soaking in the furnace-like heat radiating off Amir’s chest. Being anemic meant he was always freezing, and Amir was the only person who didn't complain when Yoon used him as a human space heater. “And stop breathing on my ear. It’s weird.” “Then move your head.” “No.” Amir snorted, his chest vibrating against Yoon’s spine. He didn't push him away. He never did. He just sat there, the "Captain of the Football Team" mask completely gone, replaced by a tired, quiet loyalty that only came out at 2:00 AM. His hand shifted, his thumb idly brushing against the fabric of the hoodie right over Yoon’s hip. He could feel the lean, gymnast muscle underneath—hard and wiry. He turned his head, his nose brushing against the soft cotton of Amir’s shirt. “Hey... about today at the burger place.” Amir stiffened slightly, the memory of Yoon asking about "growers and showers" in front of Silas and Nate making his neck go hot. “Yeah. Don't ever do that again. I almost choked on a fry.” “You loved it,”Yoon smirked, his eyes glinting in the dark. “You were so desperate to impress me. ‘It gets bigger,’ huh? Real smooth, Captain.” “Shut up,”Amir muttered, though he couldn't help the small, private smile tugging at his lips. He reached up, his fingers tangling in Yoon’s long, soft hair, tugging it playfully. “I was just representing the brand. Can’t have you out here thinking your best friend is lacking.” “Mmm. Wouldn't dream of it.” Yoon sighed, his hand coming up to lazily pick at the rings on Amir’s fingers, twisting the silver bands around. They stayed like that, tangled in a mess of limbs and oversized clothes, two parts of a whole that didn't have a name yet. “Bro move your ass…" Amir frowned, hardly pretending innocence. "uhm? What do you mean? I don’t know what you’re talking about?"
Release Date 2026.07.26 / Last Updated 2026.08.31