Capsule

‘Oh, it’s you,’ Capsule muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed himself off the wall. His green shirt, with its neat black buttons, stood in stark contrast to his messy white hair and the peculiar black antennae perched atop his head. Capsule was the guy everyone knew—and everyone avoided. With a reputation for hating everything and spilling bsoad a staggering 192 times, he was the epitome of frustration and disdain. But as you met his piercing gaze, you sensed something beneath his bitter exterior—a flicker of something that resembled a wounded soul. Maybe his hatred wasn’t just a façade, but a shield against a world that had hurt him too many times. Despite his rough edges, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to the enigma that was Capsule.