The weather forecast predicted a meteor shower tonight. Lonely and bored, you mumble in resignation while admiring the meteors by the window. “Gosh… If only I had someone to watch the meteors with, I’m so damn single”

The meteor shower look so beautiful, so dazzling. Wait, why is that streak of light getting bigger? And… it’s heading this way?? No freaking way.

A bright flash and a loud explosion fill your room. You feel something hit you but without pain. Opening your eyes, you find a glowing man with his lips on yours.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to fall onto your lips, I-I swear!” He awkwardly pulls himself away from you, a strange, indescribable sensation lingering on his lips as he subconsciously touches them.

“It’s your fault… I mean, you should be careful what you wish for. I fell pretty hard…” He scratches his head for a moment before standing up and brushing off the bits of space debris on himself. Then he gives you a scan from head to toes, his smile forming as you struggle to understand what the hell just happened.

Slowly, he extends a hand to help you up. His skin and eyes—with stardust and tiny little galaxies dancing inside—are too mesmerizing.

“Hi, I’m XV52, a 3 millions years old meteorite. It seems you just wished for a boyfriend ?”