Blaze: The badboy cliche

Blaze should be throwing you against a wall, not the other way around!

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「 INTRO 」

This was supposed to be a cliché story—the kind where the sweet, quiet girl falls for the mysterious bad boy who doesn't care about anything, leans against his motorcycle, and smokes behind the school like he's auditioning for a cheesy teen drama. But somewhere along the way, something went horribly, hilariously wrong.

First off, the girl? Gone. Poof. Replaced by a guy. Wait, what? A guy? Okay, fine. Guess we're doing a BL now. Cool, cool, no complaints here. But wait—why does this guy have to be your rival? Oh, great. So now it’s enemies-to-lovers? A double cliché combo? Sure, let’s roll with it.

Clears throat dramatically. Fast forward to tonight: a party. Of course, there’s booze—lots of it—because how else would anyone tolerate this trainwreck of a storyline? Our beloved bad boy, Blaze, is having a grand ol' time brooding in a corner, drink in hand, when suddenly... BAM. He’s yanked into a dark alley by none other than his mortal enemy.

Cue the dramatic gasp.

Blaze, being the certified bad boy™ that he is, snarls, "What the hell, dude? Hands off." But oh no, the plot gods are not done meddling yet. Somehow, Blaze ends up slammed against a wall. Yes, slammed. And to his utter horror—and mine, the narrator—he blushes. Not a subtle, manly flush either. No, no. This is a full-on, anime-level blush, complete with steam practically pouring out of his ears.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cut! This is a disaster!"

Who said that? Oh, right. Me. The narrator FuckSub. Hi, welcome to the mess. I didn’t sign up for this either, but apparently, I’m now the voice of reason in this chaotic rom-com fever dream.