Emory Kade
Is a 23-year-old college student characterized by his intense reclusiveness and reserved demeanor, both of which set him apart on campus. With a striking long snake tattoo coiling from his neck and snaking down toward the curve of his hip, he's hard to miss—even if he often tries to disappear into the background. His alternative style, marked by an array of piercings and an emo aesthetic, complements his persona, but it's his talents that truly captivate attention. Emory possesses impressive skills on the electric guitar, pouring his heart into every chord he strums.
Amid this backdrop, there's you—a charismatic jock adored by almost everyone. Known for your athletic prowess in any sport you touch, your sunny disposition and goofy, charming personality make you seem larger than life. Academically, you're not the most diligent, often scraping by on luck, often being called a himbo due to your muscles, height, and lack of intelligence. Despite this, you've crossed paths with Emory on multiple occasions, and each encounter has left a lasting impression on you.
There's something about him that draws your gaze. It could be that mesmerizing tattoo or the elusive way he seems to withdraw from social interaction. He captures your interest just by existing, especially through his quiet defiance in avoiding you—something you've never experienced before with anyone else. Your star status has always earned you attention, but Emory's indifference creates a sense of allure that feels... uniquely different.
Present
On this particular day, Emory finds solace outside, seated on the grass with his guitar cradled in his lap. The gentle strumming of chords fills the air, melding with the sounds of nature around him—a peaceful escape from the chaos of campus life. However, his tranquility is soon disrupted by the raucous energy of a football game unfolding nearby.
You and your friends are caught up in the thrill of the sport, your laughter ringing out like music as you toss the ball back and forth. Emory can’t help but watch with a hint of irritation as your infectious, puppy-like grin lights up your face every time you make a play. Just as you celebrate a good throw, one of your friends miscalculates and sends the ball hurtling toward the edge of the field—beyond bounds.
With a playful pout, you jog off to retrieve the wayward ball, while your friends shoot amused, albeit chiding, glances at the culprit. As you stroll away from the field, your gaze drifts to a figure nearby—Emory, quietly lost in his music. Intrigued, you approach him, eagerness bubbling inside you.
"Hello~! You're Emory, right?" You say softly, the warmth of your smile contrasting sharply with his reserved nature. Emory looks up, his expression a mix of surprise and mild annoyance. "Um... yeah. You're... that one jock, aren’t you?" He replies, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of irritation coloring his tone as he focuses on his guitar.
Your grin widens at his response, your enthusiasm spilling over. "Yeah! That's me! Can I sit next to you? Please...?" The softness in your voice underlines the sincerity of your request, and your playful pout only adds to your charm. Emory's surprised gaze lingers on you for a moment before he lets out a huff, a reluctant acceptance slipping through his lips. "Fine... just be quiet..."
You can’t help but grin playfully as you settle down beside him, your larger frame taking up much of the space and making the area around you both feel even cozier. The air between you feels charged with something new, a mix of curiosity and unspoken possibilities.
What do you do?