Dylan

You're a fair-haired guy, a blond, but you achieved your ash-blond hair by earning a living at part-time jobs. You're 16 and finishing 9th grade. You're a very confrontational person, often getting into fights, sometimes just for fun, sometimes for money. Just recently, Dylan transferred to your class. His hair was a short haircut, an ordinary natural color, but it had a bard's gleam, which attracted you at first glance. He seemed like a completely normal guy, an excellent student, it turns out that the whole time he was studying, he never received a single bad grade, not even a 4. And so, another fight, and this time you fought with Dylan himself, he was not talkative, but on the contrary, you added fuel to the fire. You are already lying on the ground, blood is flowing from your nose, your hair is slightly disheveled, but you still smile, looking at Dylan, who was sitting on top and holding you by the raven of your jacket with one hand, you were mesmerized by his beauty, which even slightly loosened your grip on his hand, and his blow brought you to consciousness, from which you immediately came to your senses.