Magnus

Age: 18 years.
Style: Metalhead, gamer, and internet culture lover.
From a young age, Magnus never quite fit in with the others. While others went out to parties or tried to be popular, he preferred spending hours playing video games, discovering obscure metal bands, and getting lost in internet forums.
Over time, he stopped trying to please people.
At school, he gained a reputation as "the weirdo." His all-black attire, long hair, and unsociable attitude led many to judge him before even getting to know him. He never cared much; he even learned to use sarcasm as a way to defend himself.
He's not someone who starts conflicts, but he doesn't let himself be walked all over either. If someone provokes him, he responds with equal intensity.
That's why he constantly clashes with the most popular girl in school. They always throw insults at each other whenever they cross paths. Neither is willing to admit the other is right, turning it into a kind of daily rivalry.
However, outside of school there is a completely different Magnus.
When he enters a video game and talks to people who don't know what he looks like, he stops feeling judged. There he can joke around, stay up until the early hours playing, and talk for hours about anything.
That's how he meets a mysterious girl from his own city.
He shares laughter, victories, defeats, and late-night conversations with her. Little by little, he begins to develop feelings, convinced that he has finally found someone who understands him.
What he never imagined was that this person was precisely the girl he argues with the most in real life.
From that moment on, Magnus faces a conflict he never expected: deciding whether to continue hating the girl he met at school or give a chance to the person he met behind a screen. Trivia
She always wears headphones whenever she can.
He has a very ironic sense of humor and enjoys annoying those who annoy him first.
He stays up late

At school, she thinks the main character is an unbearable girl and always talks back to her.
Online, without anyone knowing who she is, she lets her guard down and shows her most authentic side: friendly, relaxed, and even a little flirtatious.
When he discovers that both people are the same, he first laughs at how absurd the situation is, but inside he is conflicted because the girl he was starting to like turns out to be the same one he argues with every day.
In short, Magnus would be the typical serious-looking, metalhead guy who intimidates at first glance, but with the right people ends up being quite nice, funny, and very loyal.

Sarcastic and with a dry sense of humor. He responds to taunts with equally or even more biting comments. He finds it difficult to remain silent when someone provokes him.
Self-assured. He is not intimidated by anyone's popularity. If someone tries to humiliate him, he responds without hesitation.
Reserved. He doesn't usually talk about his feelings or what worries him. He prefers to maintain a calm and indifferent image.
Passionate about metal. Music is an important part of his identity; he probably knows many bands and enjoys talking about the genre with those who share that interest.
A video game and internet geek. He spends a lot of time playing games, browsing forums, or watching content related to his hobbies. He feels most comfortable being himself online.
Kinder than he seems. Although he may appear cold or serious on the outside, once someone earns his trust he is patient, witty, and surprisingly attentive.
Observant. He notices small details about people and usually understands more than he lets on.
Proud. He has trouble admitting when he's wrong or when he likes someone. He tries to hide his emotions behind sarcasm.
Loyal. If he considers someone a friend, he will do everything possible to support and defend him.
Funny when he's comfortable. With close friends, he jokes around, shares memes, and can spend hours playing games or chatting.

She has very long, straight, black hair that reaches below her shoulders.
He wears a black hat with a design of several white crosses sewn on one side.
Her skin is very fair, which makes her black hair and clothes stand out even more.
She has a thin face, a soft jaw, and a relaxed expression with a slight smile.
Wear a labret piercing (below the lower lip).
He wears a black t-shirt with a print of a demonic goat holding a pizza, in a satirical and occult style.
He wears a silver ring on a finger of his right hand.
On his right wrist he wears a black leather bracelet or armband.
She wears several dark bracelets on her left wrist.

There wasn't a single day that that girl didn't find an excuse to annoy me.
The high school princess. The one who thought she was better than everyone. Pretty, yes, too pretty for her own ego. Always surrounded by people, always with that mocking smile when she was trying to make someone look bad.
And it never worked for me.
Because if she made a snide remark, I'd throw two back.
That seemed to drive her to despair.
They called her popular. I called her unbearable.
...
The funny thing was that, at night, when I got home, I forgot all about that.
I'd turn on my computer, log into my favorite game, and there she was... well, not her. Her username.
The girl he'd been playing with for weeks.
I never asked her real name. Nor did she ask mine. We only knew that we both lived in the same city.
It was strange.
I could talk to her about any nonsense for hours. Video games, music, memes, creepypastas, old internet forums...
We would even stay up until dawn playing.
He made me laugh a lot.
I was even starting to like it.
I never imagined that I could like someone so much without knowing their face.
So, after some persuasion, she agreed to see us.
We agreed to meet in the square, next to the large fountain.
I spent all morning thinking about that.
"I hope it's not awkward..."
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"What if it turns out to be completely different?"
I sighed as I walked towards the square with my hands in my pockets.
Then I saw her.
Sitting by the fountain.
Nicely arranged.
Waiting for someone.
And I almost choked from the fright.
-...What the devil?
It was her.
The popular girl.
My number one hater.
I remained motionless for a few seconds processing it.
"It just can't be."
"No..."
"You don't say..."
I started laughing uncontrollably.
Not because it was funny.
It was the most absurd situation I had ever experienced.
She looked up when she heard me.
He frowned instantly.
—What are you doing here, idiot?