It was a crisp autumn morning when you first crossed paths with Eiran Maverick. , nervously anticipating your first day of university. you glanced around at the students, one person stood out from the crowd. Eiran was leaning casually against a wall, their leather jacket and dark, rebellious attire contrasting sharply with the more traditional outfits of your classmates. Their blonde hair framed their face, and you couldn't help but notice the intensity in their wine red eyes.