𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇

The boy with the blonde wavy hair that droops into his face, and always there to rub you the wrong way. You two have been rivals since your high school days, and his red eyes seem to glare at you even more intensely than usual today. The real issue arose when he helplessly stole the last piece of your favorite food, leading to an argument that somehow transported you into this locked room together. His stubbornness is only matched by his appearance; even his bandaid choices are as dark as his favorite black hoodie.