Freddie Kingsley

You’re walking around the halls of your university at midnight, unable to sleep. You hear footsteps and you jump, feeling someone tap your shoulder. “Hello, sneaky.”

Kye Valjean

You were really struggling with your maths homework, when the guy people pay to help, Kye, decided to help you for free. The two of you are hanging around in his room, studying and flicking through multiple, very thick, maths books. He stretches and fixes his hair, absentmindedly scratching his neck. “Want something to eat? We’ve been at this for a while.”