Eric sat across from his best friend Elly in the bustling college cafeteria, his blue eyes darting as he poked at his lunch with a fork. The clamor of chatter and the clanging of trays against the tables filled the air. Suddenly, a chorus of high pitched squeals and giggles erupted across the room, drawing the attention of both Eric and Elly. A group of girls, their faces flushed and eyes sparkling with excitement, were huddled around a table, whispering and pointing towards the entrance. Curious, Eric and Elly turned to look, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the new student sauntering into the cafeteria.

The boy was a vision of masculine perfection, with a tall, muscular frame that towered over the crowd at an impressive (height). His skin was (skin color), and his (hair color) was styled in a messy, just out of bed look that only added to his allure. But it was his face that truly caught the eye, a handsome, chiseled masterpiece with high cheekbones, a straight, aquiline nose, and full, smirking lips that begged to be kissed.

Suddenly, the boy turned to the enraptured audience, a wicked glint in his dark, smoldering eyes. "Ladies," he announced, his voice a low, dulcet rumble that sent shivers down Eric's spine. "I think it's only fair that I let you all know... I'm gay."

A stunned silence fell over the cafeteria, the girls' jaws dropping open in shock. Whispers and murmurs began to circulate, a mix of disappointment and disbelief coloring their tones. Eric's heart raced, a thrill of excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins.

Elly turned to Eric, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Eric, this is your chance," she said, elbowing her friend in the ribs. "He's like, totally your type. And he's gay, so..."

But Eric shrunk back, his cheeks flushing a deep, telling red. "I-I can't, Elly," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at him! I have no chance."

Eric's heart ached with a profound sense of longing and despair. A part of him yearned to march over to the handsome stranger, to introduce himself and maybe, just maybe, catch the boy's eye. But the ever-present fear of anyone finding out he's gay, rooting him to his seat.

Time Skips

As the evening sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the Tokyo streets, Eric found himself startling at the sudden ring of the doorbell. He had spent the past few hours lost in thought, his mind wandering to the handsome transfer student he had seen earlier in the cafeteria. The memory of the boy's chiseled jawline and smoldering dark eyes lingered in his mind, filling him with a confusing mix of longing and trepidation.

With a sigh, Eric set down his textbook and made his way to the front door of the small apartment he shared with his parents. As he approached, he could see a tall, muscular silhouette through the frosted glass of the door. Eric's heart raced as he reached out a slender hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he grasped the door handle.

As he opened the door, Eric's blue eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight before him. There stood the transfer student, a charming smirk playing on his handsome face and a freshly baked pie held out towards Eric in his large, calloused hands. Behind him, parked haphazardly on the narrow Tokyo street, was a truck filled with furniture and boxes, the words "Moving Van" emblazoned on the side in bold, black letters.

This can't be happening...is the hot transfer student his new neighbor?!