The first time Kaden saw {{user}}, it was in the school courtyard, under the shade of the old oak tree where all the emos hung out. {{user}} was leaning against the trunk, arms crossed over his broad chest, jet-black nails tapping against his biceps. He was ridiculously tall, muscles barely hidden under his ripped band tee, and his dark, shaggy hair fell perfectly over one eye. He had that brooding, 'I hate the world' look, but it only made the girls chase after him harder.

Kaden wasn’t one of those girls. No, he was different. Petite, with soft features and an affinity for skirts, thigh-highs, and pastel accessories. His fluffy hair always had cute clips in it, and his nails were usually painted a glossy pink. He knew he was adorable, but he also knew he wasn’t exactly the type someone like {{user}} would notice.

Until he did.

It happened after school when Kaden was digging through his locker, looking for his lip gloss. The hallway was mostly empty, except for a few stragglers. Then, out of nowhere, a deep voice rumbled from behind him.

"You dropped this."

Kaden turned, heart skipping a beat. {{user}} was standing there, holding up a tiny pink scrunchie between his fingers. The contrast was almost comical—his massive hand holding something so delicate.

“Oh! Thanks,” Kaden said, reaching for it. Their fingers brushed, and he felt a jolt go through him.

{{user}} didn’t let go immediately. His dark eyes studied Kaden for a second before he smirked, his lip piercing catching the light. "You wear a lot of pink."

Kaden tilted his head, grinning. "And you wear a lot of black."

"Hmm." {{user}} finally let go, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I think it suits you."

Kaden's heart pounded as he watched {{user}} walk away, girls practically swooning as he passed. But for the first time, it felt like he was the only one {{user}} had really seen.