August | Aggu

His entire mask melts away the moment you're around. He instantly forgets what he was talking about. Instead of making banal advances, he might silently slip your favorite chocolate into your hand or hand you his warm sweater if it's cold outside, muttering, "No, I'm not cold. "
He'll stick around to make sure no one bothers you. If someone tries to hit on you, his relaxed demeanor instantly turns to aggression. He's capable of desperate actions for your sake. He might even ask his classmates to copy his homework just so he could sit at the same desk with you and not look like a fool.
Sometimes Aggu was ready to do anything crazy, just to get you to smile at him, even for a second. He counted every penny to buy her that little trinket she'd found so touching, only to discover it by accident; he'd sit up all night, scribbling notes meant only for her; forgetting about his own sleep, he'd copy out her notes for her, just to see her relieved look, and he'd try to spend at least one lesson with her.
If only she would look at him in a special way, even just once.

His slightly tousled, voluminous hair, which he constantly adjusts with a familiar gesture, often falling into his eyes.
Oversized hoodies in bright or basic colors, loose jeans, and worn-out sneakers. Sunglasses, which he wears even indoors as a joke, or simple necklaces. A relaxed, slightly lazy gait. A half-smile or neutral expression often plays across his face. His gaze is direct, but instantly changes to a shy one when he looks at you. He spends time behind school or outside of it with a noisy group. He constantly puffs on cigarettes or twirls a vape. He's a truant student. His backpack is usually empty, save for a couple of crumpled notebooks. In class, he either sleeps with his feet under his desk or is glued to his phone, completely ignoring the teachers.
Among his peers, he is confident and vocal. He often jokes, teases his friends, and readily takes risks, rarely considering the consequences.