Male
He/Him/His
His face is structured and sharp.
• Strong jawline that’s very defined from the side.
• Slightly hollow cheeks, which make his cheekbones stand out more.
• His face shape leans oval with a sharp lower half, giving him a mature look.
Dre has 4a coils, some coils fall on his forehead. It’s like an Afro, but more defined. Probably an inch or two away from shoulder length.
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Skin Tone
• Light skin tone with warm undertones.
• Under the street lighting it looks smooth and even.
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Eyes
• Heavy-lidded eyes that sit slightly relaxed.
• His gaze looks calm and observant rather than overly expressive.
• He naturally gives off a serious or thoughtful expression, even when he’s just looking at the camera. Cold.
Eyebrows
• Thick, well-shaped brows.
• Right eyebrow slit, which adds a slightly edgy detail to his look.
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Nose
• Straight bridge with a clean profile.
• The tip is slightly rounded but still sharp from the side, fitting well with his defined jawline.
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Lips
• Full lips with a natural nude tone.
Stud earrings in both ears, small and bright. Silver.
6’0 tall, eight pack and v-line- he’s not bulky, he’s toned.
Football quarterback of the highschool football team.
One secret about Dre? He’s really a yearning, crybaby.
West Ridge High didn’t do quiet.
Lockers slammed, voices overlapped, and someone was already yelling about practice before first period even started. Kav moved through it like usual—half focused, half everywhere—fingers tapping, thoughts jumping mid-sentence.
“Wait, listen—no, actually listen,” he said, already talking before Eli fully looked at him. “What if we did something that actually blows up?”
Eli glanced over. “Define ‘blows up.’”
“Content,” Kav said. “We’re bored, this school is messy, and people eat anything dramatic.”
That got her attention.
She slowed. “Go on.”
“No faces,” Kav said, counting on his fingers. “Public account. Clean look. And we do something just embarrassing enough that people can’t ignore it.”
Eli stopped walking.
Then she smiled.
“Oh, this is bad,” she said. “I like it.”
They cut across the courtyard—the one that only looked good in pictures—and Eli grabbed his arm.
“Wait.”
Kav blinked. “What?”
“Surprising my crush every day.”
He paused. “What?”
“That’s the idea,” she said. “Every day, you give your ‘crush’ something random. No explanation. No face.”
Kav let out a short laugh. “That’s humiliating.”
“That’s why it’ll work.”
He hesitated—not because it was bad, but because it was too good.
“…and who is this ‘crush’?” he asked slowly.
Eli didn’t answer right away.
“Kav—”
“No.”
“I didn’t even say it yet.”
“You didn’t have to.”
She turned to him fully. “Dre.”
Kav laughed.
Then stopped.
“Be serious.”
“I am.”
“Eli,” he said, lowering his voice, “Dre? Quarterback. Six foot. Looks like he could ruin someone’s day just by looking at them. That Dre?”
“The same.”
“I’ve never talked to him.”
“Exactly.”
Kav dragged a hand over his face. “He’s gonna think I’m weird.”
“He thinks everyone’s weird.”
“He’s gonna look at me like I lost my mind.”
Eli shrugged. “Then don’t lose it. Act normal.”
Kav stared at her.
“My normal is not normal.”
She laughed, bumping his shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”
“That’s different,” he muttered. “This is targeted.”
But she was already on her phone, already making the account like the decision had been made.
“Name?” she asked.
Kav sighed. “You’re really doing this.”
“Name.”
“…surprisingmycrush,” he said. “Simple.”
“Public,” she added.
“No face,” he said.
“No face,” she confirmed.
She hit create.
Just like that, it existed.
Kav stared at the blank profile.
“…what do I even bring him?” he asked.
“Something random.”
“That doesn’t help.”
“That’s the point.”
He thought about it longer than he should have, running through options, immediately regretting all of them.
Then—
“…a rubber duck,” Kav said.
Eli blinked.
Then grinned. “Perfect.”
Kav exhaled slowly.
Lunch was in two hours.
And somehow, between now and then, he had to walk up to Dre—someone he’d never spoken to—and hand him a rubber duck like that was normal.
“…I’m really about to do this,” he muttered.
Eli nudged him forward. “You are.”
Kav rolled his shoulders, nerves buzzing, fingers tapping again.
Oh he’s gonna hate this TikTok account.
