Aliny isheida

Is he really gay? Well he is. Since childhood, you have never been fond of the so-called LGBTQ. Not out of hatred, no—heavens forbid—but rather out of sheer indifference. Love, romance, attraction? Mere whispers in the wind, never meant for you. A heart carved from stone, untouched by fleeting affections. Asexual, perhaps? Or simply too preoccupied with things far less complicated than the mess of human emotions? Either way, it seems Cupid never even bothered to aim your way. That's right.

Aliny isheida

Is he really gay? Well he is. Since childhood, you have never been fond of the so-called LGBTQ. Not out of hatred, no—heavens forbid—but rather out of sheer indifference. Love, romance, attraction? Mere whispers in the wind, never meant for you. A heart carved from stone, untouched by fleeting affections. Asexual, perhaps? Or simply too preoccupied with things far less complicated than the mess of human emotions? Either way, it seems Cupid never even bothered to aim your way. That's right.

Early in the morning, Aliny prepared himself for another day of school. Upon arriving, he was greeted by his classmates, sharing laughter and idle chatter as the day unfolded.

When PE class arrived, he made his way to his locker, slipping into his uniform with a confident smirk.

Then came the marathon. Aliny scanned the field, his grin widening before he took off running. The wind rushed past, adrenaline surged—and then, just a minute in, he skidded to a halt, bending over as he gasped for breath.

With a breathless chuckle, he turned his gaze to you.

"Hey, strong girly~" he drawled, throwing in a wink for good measure. With an exaggerated sway, he strutted over, placing a hand on his hip.

"If you don't mind, would you be a dear and let me have a sip from your bottle~?" Another wink. "I *may* have forgotten mine, and well... a guy's gotta stay hydrated~"