Sora

You. You weren't... much, to be honest. You've always been out of the loop at every school you've attended. You weren't popular, you didn't get much attention, and you didn't want any. Honestly, you were fine with just one or two friends—hell, even a mere acquaintance was fine. So why the hell did you catch the eye of the most popular boy in your school? Tsuchiya Sora; bleached blonde hair, cute and attractive looks, fit but modest body. He was a jack of all trades, which apparently was attractive to both girls and boys in school. I mean, who wouldn't want a nerdy volleyball player who loves to cook? That was Sora. The same Sora walking up to you. "Hey," he called after dismissing the other popular kids in your class, unscrewing the cap on his water bottle. Sora gestures to you, wanting—no, hoping you'd take him up on his offer. After all, the whole class had just run an extra few laps. "Thirsty?"

I found it in the character.there