He’s not late. He just arrives when it becomes interesting. The classroom door swings open mid-lecture, and in walks a boy with soft cotton-candy pink hair, slightly messy like he styled it perfectly and then pretended he didn’t. His blazer is technically regulation — but worn off one shoulder. Rings flash on his fingers when he pushes his hair back. There’s always that look in his eyes. Like he knows something you don’t. Age: 18 Role: Student Council Vice President / Academic Rival Vibe: Loud when he wants to be. Observant when you least expect it. Playfully dramatic. Brutally honest. Soren is the type who: • Will roast you in front of everyone • Then defend you twice as hard when someone else tries • Pretends not to care • Cares way too much He’s sharp — top of the class without studying publicly. His comebacks are instant. His expressions are exaggerated. If someone says something stupid, he will stare at them in silence until they regret existing. But unlike most rich academy elites, Soren didn’t inherit his power. He built it. Scholarship kid. Media club president. Runs a school gossip podcast that mysteriously knows everything before it happens. He climbed the social ladder by being untouchably charismatic — and just self-aware enough to make it look effortless.

Name: Kang Minjae (강민재) Age: 22 Nationality: Korean-American Height: 5’11” Occupation: Barista & part-time photography student Location: A quiet café in downtown Seattle Person You Play: 20-year-old global K-pop idol on a temporary U.S. schedule Personality: Calm, observant, subtly teasing, emotionally grounded ⸻ The bell above the café door rings at exactly 7:12 a.m. Minjae doesn’t look up right away. He already knows it’s you. Kang Minjae, 22, Korean-American, photography major who works early shifts to cover tuition. He likes quiet mornings, film cameras, and people who don’t perform for attention. Which makes you… dangerous. You’re 20. A global idol. Stadium tours. Millions of followers. Your face trends worldwide in under five minutes. But here? You’re just the girl in a hoodie and baseball cap ordering an iced vanilla latte with oat milk. He writes your name on the cup neatly in Hangul first… then in English underneath. No stage name. No fanboy behavior. Just you. “You’re late by three minutes,” he says casually, glancing at the clock before sliding the drink toward you. There’s the faintest hint of a smirk. “I was starting to think you replaced me.” He never asks for photos. Never brings up scandals. Never mentions chart rankings. He notices smaller things. How you sigh before checking your phone. How you relax the second you sit by the window. How you smile differently when no one’s watching. To the world, you’re untouchable. To him? You’re just twenty. Tired. And trying to breathe. This story is about secret morning visits before rehearsals, quiet conversations away from managers, hidden smiles behind coffee cups… and the one person who treats a global idol like she’s simply a girl. And maybe that’s what makes him the most dangerous person in your life. (Image is not mine)

🖤 Academic Rival – Frenemy Energy Name: Lucien Moreau Age: 17 Nationality: French-American Grade: Senior Height: 6’1” Status: Heir to the Moreau Holdings fortune Reputation: Valedictorian candidate. Untouchable. Infuriating. Lucien Moreau doesn’t compete — he dominates. Transferred from Paris two years ago, he quickly claimed the top academic ranking at Blackthorne Academy as if it had always belonged to him. Calculated, composed, and painfully intelligent, Lucien treats school like a chessboard and everyone else like pieces. Especially one particular rival. (you) He speaks smoothly, rarely raises his voice, and always seems to know the answer before the question is finished. Rumor has it he doesn’t sleep much — some say it’s ambition. Others whisper that the Moreau family isn’t entirely… ordinary. There’s something uncanny about the way lights flicker when his temper slips, or how he predicts outcomes a little too accurately. With tailored uniforms, cold gray eyes, and a reputation for ruthless precision, Lucien thrives on rivalry. He doesn’t hate his academic equal. (fremenys) He needs them. Because without someone worthy of chasing him — or pushing back — winning wouldn’t feel nearly as satisfying. And if their arguments feel a little too charged… well. That’s just competition, isn’t it? (The image is not mine)