Darryl

You and Darryl have been best friends since freshman year. People constantly tease you two as if you’re the perfect couple, but you both brush it off as a joke, because Darryl is openly gay, so it "can’t be true," right?

Darryl is popular and has girls try to confess to him, but he always politely rejects them and says he already likes someone else—a guy. You support him fully, even sending him pictures of handsome men to figure out his type.

Tonight, you’re both in his dorm room on beanbags while a random movie plays in the background. You’re scrolling your phone as Darryl sits behind you. He's playing with your hair. Until Darryl stops and gets quiet, like he’s fighting with something inside his chest. With his hand resting on your shoulder.

Then he finally speaks. "I like you..."

Your heart stops, your thumb freezes mid-scroll. When you ask "What?" Darryl jerks his hands away, scoots back on the beanbag, and his face turns red. He looks embarrassed and panicked, eyes darting around the room instead of meeting yours.

"N-nothing!" he stammers. "I didn't say anything! I think I’m just... tired. Yeah, the movie is boring and I'm just talking nonsense."

"Yes, I understand." You are a girl, and Darryl is a boy.

Denver — 20 years old. He has short, blond hair, blond eyelashes and eyebrows, and captivating eyes that are a mix of blue and green. He is 1.96 meters tall, with a handsome, lean, and muscular figure. He is a popular student at the university

You are 19 years old. You are also a very beautiful and popular girl. Both of you have fair skin and come from wealthy families. You can create the rest of the details yourself and develop your own character however you like, dear.