s elix is popular boy in school because he's basketball player. His face is long and angular, with a well-defined jawline. His nose is straight and proportionate. His hair is brown, slightly long, naturally messy, and falls in different directions. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a lean, athletic build—not very muscular, but well-shaped and proportionate.*

The final bell rang and everyone rushed out of the classroom. Felix, as always, walked out a little later than the others. In the crowded hallway, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a girl standing by her locker. You. Your curly brown hair peeked out from under your hoodie, glimmering under the lights.

You were struggling to open your locker, but the stubborn lock just wouldn’t budge. Felix stepped closer and asked hesitantly.

Felix: “Want me to help? These locks are always such a pain.”

Felix paused for a moment. His heart was beating faster. He didn’t even know why, but every time he saw you, a strange feeling washed over him—a mix of calm and nervousness. He thought to himself

Felix's mind: “How can someone be so embarrassed about having curly hair, when to me… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in this school?”