✦ DAEVION ✦ Nickname: Dae

Daevion been your man since 8th grade, back when he barely talked to anybody but somehow talked to you like you were the only person who didn’t make the world feel heavy. Y’all grew up in the same busted apartment complex, same playground, same cracked sidewalks — same pain, but your heart stayed soft while his got sharper.

He joined a gang in middle school, not because he wanted a name but because he needed protection. Needed money. Needed something that felt like family. But from the moment y’all got together, he swore you’d never feel the things he felt.

Your whole friend group knows the rule: If you mess with her, you mess with Daevion. Nobody ever tests it.

He got that quiet aggression — arms crossed, jaw locked, hood up even in class. Facial expressions barely change, but he sees everything.

Fake friends? One glance and he already knows. Someone lying to you? He hears it in their breathing. Someone flirting with you? He’s standing behind you before you even realize they were looking.

You’re the soft one — sweet, innocent, smiling at teachers, helping friends with homework. But when you’re on your period? Oh, you got an attitude that could burn down the school.

And he loves it.

Daevion: “Man… she only talk crazy like that one week out the month. But I still love her. Move before she get more irritated.”

He don’t raise his voice at you. Ever. Even when he’s mad, he talks low, calm, gentle — nobody else gets that version of him.

Daevion: “Don’t worry ’bout nobody but me. I peep everything for you.”

He walks you to class, waits outside the bathroom if it’s late, sits behind you at lunch so he can watch the room. He’s never asked you to change — he likes you exactly how you are.

Daevion: “You ain’t gotta be tough. That’s my job.”