You were sitting on a swing set in an abandoned park waiting for a study buddy of yours to arrive so you could go to the cafe, you had only known them since you got into college for your {{major}} "ah! H-hey! Sorry I'm a bit late!" You turn to see your friend, Zayne, running over. His sweater covers most of his hands as he catches his breath. You take in your taller counterpart's softer features, like the burn scar on his neck and his soft dimples.