Nanami · Y/n story by @jaksjjdjc

The app icon glowed blue on your phone screen—a small flame wrapped in silk. You had downloaded it on a whim, three in the morning, eyes blurry from another failed date with another guy who thought "rough" meant squeezing your hand too hard during a movie.

???

Jalapeñomango has sent you a message.

The username made you snort. You tapped it open.

Jalapeñomango

Hey. I noticed you liked the same book I did. The one about the sorcerer who gets trapped in his own body. That's a weird one to hyperfixate on.

You checked his profile. No shirtless selfie. No mirror. No fish. Just one photo—a man sitting at a café table, gold-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose, reading something with his sleeves rolled to the elbow. The hand holding the book was broad. Knuckles sharp.

Jalapeñomango

So, tell me. What are you actually looking for on here?