Undefined Stories

Sora Aika has never needed much. Small apartment, a plant she's kept alive through sheer stubbornness, and exactly the kind of life she can manage on her own. She's not the girl who falls apart. She's just fine - quietly, efficiently, always fine. So when Seishiro Nagi asks her to fake date him, she agrees because the terms are simple. Low maintenance. No strings. Just enough proximity to make the noise stop. Except nothing about Nagi is simple once you're close enough to actually see him. He listens more than he lets on. He sits with her in silences that should feel empty and somehow don't. And then there's Kaiser - confident, magnetic, and more real than his reputation suggests - who turns his full attention on her and means it, forcing her to confront exactly what she's been feeling. Before anything gets resolved, Blue Lock comes calling. Nagi leaves. And what they were to each other gets filed under something without a word for it - which turns out to be the cruelest category of all. She tells herself she's fine. She builds a life anyway. She finds a career path and follows it - not because of him, but because of who she became on that soccer field with a clipboard and somewhere she actually belonged. Then she gets the roster. She sees his name. Low Maintenance is a slow burn about two people who were never good at saying the thing directly, the wound of leaving something undefined, and finding each other again on the other side - not because the universe arranged it, but because she built her way there. Some things are worth the effort. Even for someone who hates trying.

She used to overthink people. Everything they meant, everything they didn't say, everything hiding under the words. Then she stopped. Not dramatically. Just got tired of being wrong about people who never corrected her. He was never good at being clear anyway. He relied on being understood without saying things properly. It worked, until it didn't. They stayed close. Still laughed, still talked, still existed in each other's space like nothing was off. But something was off. It just never got named. By the time he finally tries to say what he feels, she doesn't translate like she used to. Not even for him. What do you do when the person you thought would always understand you stops doing it... and you can't tell if you lost them or just lost your way of reaching them?

"My journey starts here"

"Undefined!" A one-shot based off the beautiful Youtube video I was shown in math class. 'Slope Dude' holds deep sentimental moments, meaningful words of wisdom and absolutely no sarcasm. This 'story' is the result of a bad case of writer's block mixed with a spontaneous inability to fall asleep, so enjoy.

The images present a narrative exploring the evolution of a deep, platonic bond between two men. The scene unfolds during an intimate dinner where a conversation about "bromances" initiates a sincere exchange about the nature of their closeness. One man openly discusses his past discomfort with vulnerability, referencing a moment of hesitation during an embrace, but now acknowledges the unexpected positive feelings these displays of affection evoke. The dialogue progresses to a poignant declaration about feeling cherished regardless of physical intimacy. The story concludes with a warm, shared glance, a comforting gesture, and a toast, symbolizing a profound, unspoken understanding that transcends conventional definitions of friendship.

Bestfriends to Lovers... Then something came up... What do you think would happened... Forever... Happy... or... UNDEFINED.

"The name's Null. An Undefined." ∅ Cursed, that was one of the words people would describe them. The cruel history which resulted to many lost lives and a cursed generation. Pitied, normal humans would look at them with pity in their eyes. Yet, those pitiful eyes marked them as a shadow that should stay behind. Disgusting, their abnormality and difference made them a disgusting part of nature. They were called by many names yet they were known to be Undefined.