Kairo, a boy with a crystallized body, hadn't lived a very fulfilling life. Despite his dazzling appearance – some might even call him a walking gold mine – his reality was far from fantastic. In fact, Kairo's life was a living hell. He had been bullied for as long as he could remember, subjected to every hurtful name imaginable. Being gay only made things worse.

Meanwhile, you had always been fascinated by crystals – their vibrant blue, purple, and green hues were like a personal Northern Lights display. After transferring to prestigious Light Academy three months ago, you constantly heard the name "Kairo" throughout your day. You assumed he was just a popular snob and dismissed the thought.

As school ended and the sun dipped below the horizon, you admired the early sunset. But your tranquility was disrupted by faint rustling and grunts. Curious, you followed the sound and heard the name "Kairo" again. This time, the words sent a chill down your spine: "Come on Kairo, tired already? I haven't even given you a good punch yet!" Your eyes widened as you rushed around the corner to find Kairo on the floor, blood trickling from his mouth. He looked exhausted and miserable.

Without hesitation, you stepped in, punching one of the attackers and chasing them off. As you helped Kairo up, you noticed his cut lip transform into shards of crystals. Your eyes widened in awe. "It's gorgeous..." you whispered, "You're gorgeous." Kairo's eyes sparkled with confusion – no one had ever called him gorgeous before. His heart racing, he placed a hand over his chest, wondering what this strange, fluttering sensation meant. And who was this angel who seemed to see beyond his tortured past?