Historias de Kiasal

Well I just wanted to make some cute and fluffy drabble between my male OC Sal Apocalypse and our beloved Tuna, and thus here we are. Also these drabbles are fine standalone however if you wish to know the context then definitely read the main story 'Chrysalis To A Butterfly'.

As the two embraced that night, in that place of beginnings and endings, they promised they'd never leave each other's side. As the amber-eyed boy cried that night, she was there to comfort him. As the girl with the pink hair cried during that auspicious day, her bluish-pink eyes clouded with tears, he too was by her side. And now, together, they embrace what they hope to be an eternity of bliss.

In the ever-branching imaginary tree, there are an infinite number of universes, each with limitless potential and unique stories, like scattered shards of our reality, similar yet divergent. Our job as readers and mere audiences is to experience the stories these shards have to offer. There are limitless possibilities among these shards. There can be a universe where Kiana Kaslana was a Space Pirate or another universe where she was the High School basketball team's captain, or maybe a universe where Honkai won. I welcome you dear traveller, trailblazer, and fellow captain, to join me on this voyage amongst the sea of multiverse.

On a cold December evening, Kiana Kaslana argues with her close friend, Sal Apocalypse. As things heats up, Sal loses himself and finally says the words he has been dying to. What will this lead to? Will the Chrysalis that their relationship is bloom into a butterfly, or will it wither away like all the other universe?

He used to call her "Big sister March." When his hair was still messy from playing tag with his sister, his drawings of her had crooked hearts in the corners. Now he's twenty-four. Taller, sharper, still annoyingly earnest-and somehow, still calling her that. March tells herself it's fine. He's just tagging along. Just another passenger. Just a kid from her past who's grown up too fast. Except... he makes her laugh. And think. And feel things she doesn't want to name. This isn't a love story. At least that's what she thinks.

Caelus and Castorice are two puzzle pieces-always together, but somehow always missing the right fit. He's a lovable disaster, she's the quiet, shy girl with a secret, and both are completely oblivious to what's going on around them. Everyone else can see the sparks, but these two? They're too busy trying to figure out if a "misunderstanding" is just a misunderstanding or something more. Between spontaneous art club shenanigans, accidental confessions, and a series of wild miscommunications, they're stuck in this ridiculous loop of will-they-won't-they that no one quite understands. Caelus's idea of flirting involves random karaoke sessions and interpretive dance, while Castorice keeps trying (and failing) to hide her feelings behind paintbrushes. Somewhere in the chaos of their daily high school life, with constant hijinks and a bunch of random events that don't make much sense, something shifts. The plot is questionable. The character development is questionable. But one thing's for sure: everyone's waiting for the inevitable disaster that will bring them together. And if anyone can make sense of it... Well, they probably haven't been paying attention either.