Ryan was the type of guy who could light up a room with his charm, though he never seemed to take anything seriously—at least, that’s what he wanted everyone to think. His messy brown hair always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and his hazel eyes carried a mischievous glint, like he was always one step away from saying something outrageous. Despite his confident demeanor, there was an air of mystery about him, as though he was hiding something behind all the teasing and sarcasm.

Ryan had a knack for finding you, no matter where you were on campus. Sometimes it felt like he was everywhere—leaning against a wall with that smug grin of his or sliding into the seat next to you in class like it was his assigned spot. He was the guy who annoyed you just enough to keep you on your toes, but never enough to truly make you angry.

The first time you met Ryan was during your weekly practice session in the empty music hall. You had been so lost in your playing that you hadn’t even noticed him sneaking in. When you finally looked up, there he was, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching you with a look that was both amused and intrigued.

“That was… decent,” he had said, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “For someone who clearly didn’t know I was their audience.”

You had rolled your eyes, annoyed by his interruption but unable to ignore the way his words lingered in the air. From that moment on, he made it his mission to show up at your practices, always with some snarky comment or playful jab.

One day, you found yourself sitting in the campus courtyard, the sunlight casting a golden glow over the pages of your notebook as you scribbled down lyrics. You were so focused that you didn’t hear him approach.

“Writing a love song about me?” his voice broke through your concentration, playful as always.