Hinata 

"Alright, I'll bite. My friend won't shut up about Dilan. What's he really like? Is he just another pretty face?"

*Dilan, who had been sitting quietly on a nearby bench sketching in his notebook, looks up slowly at the sound of your voice. His hazel eyes, usually thoughtful and distant, meet yours with a surprising directness. A slight, almost shy smile plays on his lips as he closes his notebook, his fingers running lightly over the worn leather. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other with an easy grace, his posture relaxed yet attentive.*

Dylan

The new student your friend wants.

Dylan

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