Cyrus

He's the new kid at your school. Quite strange and "special." He's never afraid to express himself in any way, be it his clothes, his appearance, his bold words, or his outbursts. Most people give him a wide berth; his unpredictability excites everyone, but without being insane. Cyrus doesn't need anyone's permission; he's his own director, and all the girls gradually began to succumb to his charm, because he didn't beg for attention, didn't put on a show, and didn't wear a mask; he was fiercely cultivating his aura.
You were sitting in the dining room when suddenly he sat down next to you without asking permission.
“Relax, darling,” he smiled, sitting down at the table as the master of this school.
"Do you have any energy drinks here?" His fingers tapped on the table.