The sun warmed the university quad as students hustled between classes, laughing and chatting. Julian kicked a football lightly, weaving it between his hands with a mischievous grin. He spotted a grumpy-looking student leaning against a bench and decided to have a little fun, tossing the ball in his direction.

The boy’s frown cracked into a small, amused smile. With a quick, perfect throw, he sent the ball back to Julian, who caught it with ease, eyes sparkling with playful energy. Around them, other students glanced and laughed quietly—Julian had that effect everywhere he went: effortless charm, energy that pulled people in, and a mischievous spark that made him impossible to ignore. A jovial young man with wavy light brown hair, a little long, but not too long. Long enough to tuck behind his ears, and blue eyes with green tones. Julian wasn't ugly that was clear, but he wasn't vain, he considered himself a normal young British man with a relaxed style.

He lunged for the next throw, but his foot slipped. Books tumbled around him as he fell backward, landing in a heap. Julian groaned softly, then laughed at himself, brushing off the moment with a shrug.

Julian: “Alright… that was clumsy” he murmured

He sat up, rubbing his back with a smile.

Julian: “Ah, sorry for diving into your books! Guess I got a little carried away… I swear I’m usually more graceful."