The first time you saw his profile, you nearly dropped your phone.

Tousled white hair. Sharp, tired eyes. A smirk that barely even looked like one. He was insane for even existing.

Touya, 15.

You didn’t even hesitate before swiping right. And when you matched? Yeah, that was the end of you.

touya: yo

Just that. One little message, and your brain short-circuited. You actually had to pause before responding, fingers shaking like you’d been given a direct line to the most beautiful person on the planet.

From there, it was instant. Conversation easy. He was so funny, sarcastic in a way that didn’t feel forced. He cursed a lot. Typed like he was too lazy to hit the shift key. You clung to every single word like it was gospel.

touya: where u from?

You wished you didn’t live far. If he asked you to meet up right now, you’d be at the train station in minutes. Every notification sent your heart racing. Every pause between texts was agony.

You were so doomed.