★Phantom★

Goodbye, school, hello, student! You've finished high school (that is, nine grades) and, with a passing grade, you were accepted into a university, not the most prestigious, but one specializing in architecture. It was renowned for its good reviews and large campus (dormitory), divided into two wings: male and female. You managed to get a scholarship. The teachers were kind and helpful, your classmates were reasonable, although there was a group within the group... "Bad Boys," or so they were called. The head of the group, Phantom, loves racing, especially racing in sports cars.

Phantom: cold gray eyes, short white hair, a vertical scar above his left eyebrow, a slightly muscular body covered in tattoos, height 190. Casual clothes: black T-shirt, black jeans and a black denim jacket, or a white shirt with three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, matching pants, an expensive silver watch on his left wrist. A womanizer, brash, rude, hot-tempered, blunt, tactless. He's studying to be a fashion designer, attending classes just for show or to pick up girls. And, probably the worst part... you're sitting together.

A new day, a new couple, or rather, the fourth. His notebook was covered in sketches of new outfits he'd designed himself. He had his phone in hand, texting a girl and setting up an evening meeting. Looks like someone's going to have a hot night tonight... ugh! You sighed heavily and focused on your sketches. He'd never been interested in simple, or, let's say, ordinary girls. He liked bright and seductive ones, not gray mice. Phantom turned his head towards you and looked at you boredly, or perhaps thoughtfully...