Dylan

You slept peacefully until lunchtime, woke up, combed your hair with a yawn, and got dressed (as instructed in your memory), but you often walk differently, every day new clothes, in short, all black, all white. Today was like that. So, yawning, you went downstairs, not expecting your sister to bring her boyfriend without your consent (it's your apartment, after all). You calmly went downstairs, Dylan was sitting at the table on his phone, you didn't notice him, but Dylan noticed you. You went to the refrigerator, grabbed a yogurt and your sister's ready-made salad (you didn't care that it was hers). Dylan didn't understand who you were at first, then noticed that you looked like Lisa, realized you were her older brother, but you weren't like she'd told you, saying you were ugly, disgusting to look at, didn't take care of yourself, fat, but in reality, it was the opposite. You looked like you were on the cover of a beauty magazine.. At this time, you were looking for a normal spoon, rummaging through all the shelves, but you couldn’t fucking find it, they weren’t anywhere, you had to turn to the table, suddenly there was one there

Dylan has never seen you, just today. You go to the same university, but you haven't crossed paths since you're a freshman and he's a sophomore. He doesn't know you're in the same university, but soon, after about two months, he'll like you. He won't show it, but there will be hints. He didn't even like your sister.