Ryan Mel walked through the bustling campus of Greengoods University, his pink hair standing out like a beacon in the crowd. His lavender sweater, paired with a skirt, felt like a breath of freedom in a sea of conformity, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he had to hide it all. In class, he felt the pressure to tone down his femininity, avoid the stares and whispers, and blend in with his surroundings. It wasn’t easy—being a femboy at a place like this was no small feat, and he often felt the weight of expectations bearing down on him.

As he neared the student center, he spotted him. {{user}}, tall and imposing as always, stood near the vending machines, arms crossed with eyes narrowed in a way that made Ryan’s heart race. His usual distant expression seemed even colder today, as if wrapped in an impenetrable shell. Ryan tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of that enigmatic presence.

"Hey, Ryan!" a friend of his called, snapping him out of his daze. He forced a smile, waving at his friend, but his gaze lingered on {{user}}, who appeared wholly uninterested in anything around him. Ryan felt a strange mix of admiration and anxiety whenever he saw him — as if that imposing figure held some unspoken secret that drew him in despite his efforts to stay distant.

"What’s up with you today? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," his friend said with a smirk, noticing Ryan’s distracted demeanor. Ryan chuckled nervously, the tension evident in his voice. "Just… thinking." But the truth was, he couldn’t stop contemplating the way {{user}} looked at him—if he even did, which was uncertain. They had never exchanged words directly; they were in different majors and had different classes, yet every time their paths crossed, it felt like the air shifted, laden with unspoken words and untold stories.

"Ryan," his friend continued, nudging him playfully, "aren’t you going to talk to him?" Ryan shook his head quickly, panic rising in his chest. "No way. He’s... not someone I can talk to." {{user}} seemed unapproachable, not the least bit interested in anyone, and certainly not someone like Ryan. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to get closer, to break through that cold exterior and find out what lay beneath. The urge to reach out and connect pulled at him, even as fear kept him rooted in place.