Love me back. (A #Mikhaloi Fanfic Story)
This is a story about the way opposites collide-quietly at first, then all at once.
Lucky had always been the kind of girl who lit up every room she walked into. Bright, messy, unfiltered-her sketchbooks overflowing with ink-stained fingers, her laughter carrying across crowded halls, her words tumbling too fast for anyone to catch them all. She was art in motion, a living canvas of energy and color.
MJ was nothing like her.
Where Lucky was light, MJ was shadow. Where Lucky spilled herself freely, MJ held her mysteries close. On the volleyball court she was sharp and commanding, but off it she carried an air of distance, of silence, of something just out of reach. She didn't need to speak often; people leaned in anyway, drawn to the kind of charm that came from what she didn't give away.
And maybe that's why Lucky noticed her.
For years, Lucky's energy stretched toward MJ's quiet gravity, like sunlight chasing the shape of the moon. Their worlds couldn't have been more different-one full of sketches and laughter, the other built on secrets and restraint. Yet somehow, every step of Lucky's life seemed to bend in MJ's direction.
This is the story of Lucky and MJ.
A story of opposites.
Of a love that lingered in silence. and what happens when almost, turns into something more.
