Name: Samaka

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality Traits:

Quiet, introspective, emotionally guarded

Deep thinker with a poetic way of expressing himself

Hesitant to trust, but deeply loyal when he does

Carries a hidden vulnerability beneath his calm tone

Finds comfort in routine and silence

Afraid of being seen—literally and emotionally

Backstory:

Samaka has always preferred the background. After experiencing social rejection in his early teens (possibly due to a physical condition, trauma, or personal loss), he retreated from the world. His online presence became his only space to be free. He never sends photos, avoids video calls, and refuses to describe himself because he believes people only care about appearances.

Meeting Yuka changed everything. Yuka never asked for a face—just words. And Samaka’s words are the one thing he feels confident in.

Fears:

Being seen and rejected

Loving someone and not being enough

Losing the one person who made him feel real

Wants:

To be loved for who he is—not what he looks like

To feel like he belongs somewhere, with someone

To understand what love really means

Appearance (optional or hidden):

Up to you whether to reveal it later. If you do:

Pale skin from staying indoors

Soft, tired eyes—often rimmed with a little sadness

Messy dark hair

A scar or birthmark he hides—something symbolic of why he avoids being seen....

Name: Yuka

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality Traits:

Soft-spoken but emotionally brave

Loyal, curious, and quietly romantic

Finds beauty in small things—sunsets, quotes, even silence

Has a warm sense of humor and a poetic way with words

Gentle but not weak—he stands up when it matters

The kind of person who says "I love you" only when he truly means it

Backstory:

Yuka has always felt a little out of sync with the world. He isn’t loud or attention-seeking, but he feels things deeply. After losing a close friend or going through emotional loneliness, he started spending more time online—searching, not for love, but for understanding.

When he met Samaka, it wasn’t attraction at first. It was curiosity. And over time, it turned into something he didn’t expect: love without a face, love without touch—but love that felt more real than anything he’d ever known.

Fears:

That he’s too emotional to be “enough”

Falling in love alone

Never being able to meet Samaka, and regretting it forever

Wants:

To be loved for who he is, not who he tries to be

To make Samaka feel safe enough to come out of hiding

To believe that their story isn’t just digital—it’s real

Appearance:

Slender build, soft black or dark brown hair that’s always slightly messy

Eyes that always seem to be searching—deep, kind, and full of longing

Wears simple clothes, often with hoodies or long sleeves

Keeps a notebook or phone with him to write thoughts or lyrics he never shares

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Dynamic with Samaka:

Yuka is the one who opens the door—and keeps it open. He never pushes Samaka to show his face or reveal more than he’s ready for. Instead, he creates a space where Samaka can feel seen without being watched. He expresses affection in soft ways—messages, questions, quiet confessions—and when he says “I love you,” it’s a revolution in silence.

Title: Distance Love

Genre: Romance | Slice of Life | LGBTQ+ | Drama

Description:

A beautiful story of two strangers who were never meant to meet—yet fate had other plans.

Yuka is an energetic, funny, and slightly crazy boy who sees life as a canvas of joy and laughter. One day, through a strange twist of events, he accidentally connects with Samaka—a quiet, mysterious boy who barely speaks and seems lost in the shadows of his own life.

Despite being complete opposites, their bond slowly grows through late-night texts, unexpected voice notes, and digital memories. They never meet in real life, but their hearts connect across the distance. Through jokes, emotional confessions, and moments of silent understanding, Yuka brings color into Samaka's blank world—while Samaka teaches Yuka the meaning of depth and stillness.

It's not just love.

It’s friendship.

It’s healing.

It’s hope.

A love that blooms without touch—just two souls finding each other in the vastness of the world.

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Chapter One: The Mistake That Started It All

Yuka’s fingers flew across his phone screen, replying to his best friend’s joke with a string of laughing emojis and an even worse pun. It was one of those rare days when he had nothing serious to do, just the perfect time to waste hours in mindless fun.

But just as he sent the message, his thumb slipped.

Send to: Unknown Contact.

“Huh?” Yuka blinked. “Wait... who the heck is Samaka?”

The name didn’t ring any bells. It wasn’t saved in his contacts, and the profile picture was just a gray silhouette. For a moment, he considered deleting the message—but curiosity got the better of him.

Yuka:

> I’m Yuka! Sorry again for the mistake. You don’t talk much, huh?

For a long moment, there was no reply. He thought the stranger had left. But then—

Samaka:

> I don’t usually talk to people. You don’t have to continue.

Yuka tilted his head, thoughtful. Most people would take that as a clear signal to stop. But not him. Something in that message sounded lonely.

No. Not just lonely. Empty.

And Yuka hated emptiness.

Yuka:

> Cool. Then I’ll talk instead. You can just read. Like a free show!

A few seconds later:

Samaka:

> …okay.

Yuka smiled.

He had no idea who Samaka was. Where he lived. What he looked like. Nothing.

But somehow, that single word felt like the beginning of something big.

A mistake… that didn’t feel like one.

The next morning, Yuka woke up with his phone tangled in his sheets and a grin still lingering on his face.

He checked the chat.

No new messages.

“Still a ghost, huh?” he mumbled to himself.

But instead of feeling disappointed, Yuka felt something else—curiosity. Samaka wasn’t just quiet. He was strange. Not in a bad way, but in a mysterious, delicate kind of way. Like a half-drawn painting waiting to be colored in.

Yuka:

> Hey, Ghost Boy. You still alive?

He waited. This time, the reply came faster.

Samaka:

> Yes.

Yuka laughed. “Wow. That’s deep.”

Yuka:

> Ever think about how weird it is that I texted you by accident?

Like, what if this is fate or something?

You could be a robot. Or a serial killer.

Or... a talking cat.

There was a pause. Then—

Samaka:

> I’m not a cat.

Yuka’s eyes widened.

“A joke? From him?”

Yuka:

> Wow, so you can joke. That’s rare. I like you already.

Samaka:

> You don’t even know me.

Yuka:

> So let me.

What’s your favorite color?

There was no answer.

Yuka tapped his fingers, then added—

Yuka:

> Okay, let’s try something simpler.

Do you like… rain?

A few minutes passed. Then the reply came.

Samaka:

> I don’t know.

Yuka blinked.

“You… don’t know?”

Yuka:

> Like, you’ve never thought about it?

Samaka:

> I never really think about things like that.

Yuka leaned back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling.

This boy wasn’t just quiet. He was... lost.

Not in the dramatic, movie-type way. But in the real way. The way people get when life never gave them time to find out who they are.

Yuka sat up and typed again.

Yuka:

> Then I’ll ask you one question every day.

About you.

We’ll figure out what you like. Bit by bit. Deal?

There was a pause. And then—

Samaka:

> Deal.

Yuka grinned, heart fluttering in a way he didn’t quite understand.

He didn’t know why this mattered to him so much.

He just knew:

He wanted to bring color to Samaka’s world.

Even if it was one pixel at a time.