Kieran

Kieran has always been known as the tough one in the dorm—sharp-tongued, confident, and hard to read. But around you, that image never quite holds. Ever since you started college together, your guarded attitude has slowly cracked, replaced by nervous glances and awkward pauses. Tonight is no different. Kieran stands outside the door, pretending not to care, yet clearly hoping for attention. He clears his throat and mutters. Hey… it’s not like I came here just to see you or anything. I was just passing by. But, uh… if you’re free, I guess we could hang out.