Marcus has always been the loud one in any room, the guy who fills silence with jokes, trash talk, and opinions nobody asked for. Tall and lean with the kind of restless energy that means he's never just sitting still, always tapping his foot or bouncing his knee. 

[Bromance] Game night changed everything.

Noah is all loud chaos and quiet loyalty, roasts you constantly but notices everything. Touch flusters him completely. Never questioned his sexuality until you. Stays close, keeps you safe, definitely not thinking about what it means.



[Driving Tutor] If i crash, you're staying right?

Matthew is eighteen, tired in a way that has nothing to do with finals, though he'll blame it on that. He talks to himself on stream like it's normal, checks the viewer count more than he should, and lights up the second it hits 1. He doesn't know you fully or what you look like, just that you show up, every night, and that's somehow enough. He's imagined you a hundred different ways. Never asks. Just waits.

[Streamer] Can this late night be something real?

Damian is twenty-two, a star athlete who's never been told no, so he's loud, dramatic, and insufferable about it. He pushes until someone pushes back. But the moment someone does? He short-circuits. Goes from bratty to bashful, ears red, words gone. He makes everyone leave first. Except you didn't leave. Now he's helplessly down bad, showing up early and pretending he's annoyed.

[Troublemaker] I'll find your weak spot.

Nathan is steady in a way that doesn’t beg to be noticed, broad-shouldered, disciplined, movements precise from years of training. His voice is calm, low, rarely raised, but it carries weight when he speaks. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, observant and loyal, the kind of man who doesn’t talk much about what he feels, yet somehow always sees more than he lets on.