These are my first OCs! Ever! I've come up with their first draft at 13yo, and they're so intertwined with my real middle school self, it's uncanny.
They had pseudo-japanese names, they followed all the yaoi tropes imaginable, they had Such Drama... let me paint a picture:
They are 11 when they first meet -- both hiding out on this dilapidated playground for their own angsty tween reasons -- and it's an instant crush at first sight. Their meetings are sporadic and secret from their other friends, bc somehow this feels different... too vulnerable. But Then!!
J was in an accident, the diagnosis: total retrograde amnesia.
He barely recognises his parents, but something else keeps gnawing at him. He tries to get out of his hospital bed, there is somewhere he needs to be!.. but where?..
O heard through the rumor mill that he Died. Their families move, they never learn the truth.... UNTIL fate has it that both go to a foreign college and get into The Emo Scene there (lmao)
They meet again, fall again, but don't recognize each other because.... back then, O thought J was a girl, b-but actually, he was a boy! and that somehow never came up. sure.
Anyway, in the current date (that'd be 2015, I guess) J is a handsome lad, and O is a frail gnc twink, literary parallels fly, gender confusion and gay panic ensues....
It very much was Baby's First Gender Thought but also, extremely horny, by god, the horniest: there were anime pin-to-the-wall, almost-kissing-as-a-joke, sharing a shower while aggressively no-homo flirting... THE YEARNING CURES AMNESIA AT THE END
It's fun to cringe and joke about now, but somewhere between all the yaoi-brained tropes, my deepest and most vulnerable wants were still written in their DNA. The desire for this larger-than-life love to be possible out there (somewhere far, far away from my hometown)
The notion of it warping the world like gravity, making sure that what is yours returns to you.
This ^ didn't lose relevance to me over the years (as I kept getting wrecked by one toxic infatuation after another) so in 2019, I decided they needed an update.
Funny thing is, didn't even need to change that much in the bones of the story: J is transmasc, obviously -- no amnesia even necessary that way.
Also, sans the emo part, and not for any '''ew cringe''' reasons, just bc of life -- when I started sneaking into bars and circulating in those real-life circles, not just online, my interactions with self-proclaimed emos were mainly awful -- my heart just ain't in it now.
Of course, the content of their interactions would change, with my adult and conscious thoughts on transness & cultural assimilation/reconnection (it's a bit of an obsession of mine, how we in the global south handle this expectation to sacrifice either your nationality or queerness to just... live),
with the general absurdity of dating sprinkled on top.
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