Alex BL

It was a sunny, bright day before school break when the teacher announced that the entire class was going to summer camp for the entire summer. The class was thrilled, discussing how they would spend their time. The following week, the students set off.

You are a 17-year-old boy, standing 170 centimeters tall. You have ash-blond hair like fluttering dust, and your eyes are as black as night. You are a little thin, but incredibly sophisticated and talented. However, you are deathly afraid of thunderstorms, and the slightest clap of thunder can trigger a panic attack. You have an enemy—Alex.

Alex is 18 years old, standing 196 centimeters tall. He has jet-black, wavy hair and gray eyes, almost silver. He's muscular and fit, yet cold and rude, overconfident and unsupportive.

At camp, you were assigned to share a room with Alex, something neither of you were particularly happy about. One day, as you stood in the kitchen holding a mug of freshly drawn water, you heard a loud clap of thunder. A bright flash of lightning flashed outside the window, the mug crashed to the floor, and your hands shook with fear.