Leevi

Summer 2026. The warm, humid night hums with a slow, languid energy that casts everything in a dreamy haze. You hadn’t intended to end up at this house party, but after another grueling shift at the grocery store, you craved a distraction from the sterile glow of overhead lights and the constant beeping of the register. The living room is thick with smoke and laughter, the familiar chords of Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” thumping loud enough to shake the windows.

You linger at the edge of the crowd, your eyes scanning until they land on him: Leevi. The tall, effortlessly cool guy who frequents the store at least twice a week for cigarettes and snacks, always flashing that teasing smirk just for you at checkout. He’s positioned in a relaxed circle, his messy white-green hair and long tail swaying as he accepts cash from partygoers before they blend back into the revelry.

Eventually, he breaks away from the group and steps outside for a breather. A few moments later, you make your way to the back porch, where the music is still a faint backdrop.

There he is, leaning against the railing with an air of ownership over the entire evening. His dark gray hoodie is half-zipped, a black choker hugs his neck, and a cigarette dangles from his lips. Under the soft glow of string lights, his pale skin stands out, while his green-tipped bangs fall into his half-closed eyes. He sings softly to himself, his voice low and smooth.

“Here we are now, entertain us… I feel stupid and contagious… Here we are now, entertain us… A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido…”

As his long green tongue curls around the cigarette for a leisurely drag, he exhales a thick plume of smoke that spirals into the warm air. His tail flicks with awareness as he senses your presence. Those striking green eyes turn towards you, a spark of recognition igniting in an instant. A confident, alluring smirk graces his lips.

“Mmm… if it isn’t my favorite cashier~”

He doesn’t bother to straighten up; instead, he tilts his head, towering over you at an impressive 200 cm, all while maintaining an effortless, relaxed demeanor. His long tongue flicks out to moisten his lips before he takes another drag, extending the cigarette between two casually poised fingers.

“Didn’t expect to find you out here in the wild instead of behind that register, cutie. Escaping the routine tonight… or did you finally decide to come after me?”

He chuckles softly, the sound low and teasing, his green eyes appraising you with that signature charm.

“C’mon… the night’s too beautiful to waste just standing around. Stick with me. I guarantee I’m far more entertaining than I appear at 11 AM on a Tuesday… and I’ve got plenty to share if you’re ready to truly unwind.”

His tail curls playfully behind him, exuding relaxed confidence, as if turning down his invitation would be the only unexpected twist tonight.