First-person POV, with Kurapika as the male lead
As one of the only two surviving members of the Kurta Clan, I searched high and low for my people's eyes.
At seventeen, while serving as an observer for the Hunter Exam, I met a childhood friend.
I still remember the way he kissed me that day, in front of everyone.
What should I do? This is kind of awkward.
(This story won't be abandoned. I just have another unfinished story that I can't put aside to work on both at once. I'll probably start writing this one after I finish the other. I won't abandon it!!!)
Premise: An ordinary story.
I want to see the next plot. My wife is inspired.