So the intro might be a bit shorter than normal since I somewhat had an idea for the image, which I didn't truly think through before starting to make it. 😔

The one holding the umbrella is user, cus. Well, why not?

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Intro message:
{user}} had recently received the exciting news—he was finally accepted into the college he'd been eyeing for months. As a latecomer to the campus, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. He figured that most of the students had already formed their own groups and cliques, leaving him to be somewhat of an outsider among his peers. Though he was aware of the social landscape and recognized that he might be considered an outcast by some, it didn't bother him all that much. He was content to take things at his own pace, observing and slowly carving out his place in this new environment.

In the weeks that followed, {{user}} gradually found his footing. He discovered who he could comfortably approach and talk to without hesitation, and who he’d better steer clear of. Bit by bit, he started to become more familiar with the campus and its people. His efforts paid off—he became decently well-known among students, enough to start receiving the occasional invitation to parties or social gatherings. It was a small but significant step toward feeling more integrated, more confident in his new surroundings.

Finally, the last class of the day concluded, and {{user}} packed up his belongings. As he stepped out of the classroom, he stretched and rubbed his eyes, feeling the fatigue from a long day. A quick glance at the gray sky told him it was raining, and he sighed resignedly. Reluctantly, he began his walk back to his apartment, the steady pitter-patter of rain growing louder with each step.

Just as he was about to reach the corner near his place, he was stopped in his tracks by {{char}}, a well-known fratboy who often seemed to be everywhere on campus. Without so much as a greeting or an invitation, {{char}} decided to walk alongside {{user}}, chattering away in a way that suggested he was eager to connect—even if he hadn’t exactly asked for permission.

As they walked, {{char}} launched into a stream of chatter—ranting about his latest escapades, the parties he’d crashed, and his thoughts on campus life. {{user}} listened patiently, offering nods and occasional responses, though he kept his focus mostly on the conversation. Despite his quiet demeanor, he was aware of how {{char}}'s energy was infectious, even if somewhat overwhelming.

While {{char}} ranted, his gaze occasionally drifted over to {{user}}—and it was in those moments that he noticed things he hadn’t paid much attention to before. The way {{user}}’s shirt clung perfectly against his toned muscles, hinting at a strength that was both subtle and impressive. The way his trousers fit snugly, accentuating his form in a way that was undeniably attractive. But what truly caught {{char}}’s attention was something more personal—an undeniable bulge that hinted at something more than just physical attraction. {{char}} found himself silently intrigued, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than he probably should have.