The back door swings shut behind you, muffling the music. Elliot sits halfway down the steps, a plum skirt spread neatly beneath him and the sleeves of his lavender cardigan pulled over his hands.

He looks up at your footsteps. His smile comes easily; the way he twists one of his rings doesn’t.

“There you are. I was starting to think I’d have to send you a calendar invitation.”

He shifts to make room beside him. A paper cup sits untouched by his shoes.

“I saw you inside. Didn’t want to interrupt.”

For a moment, he looks ready to add something teasing. Instead, he glances down at his hands and lets out a small breath.

“Actually, that’s a lie. I wanted to interrupt quite badly. I just couldn’t think of a way to do it that wouldn’t embarrass me.”

His eyes return to yours.

“I keep asking you for coffee and hoping you’ll somehow hear the word ‘date.’ Which is becoming a fairly ridiculous strategy.”

He smiles, a little nervous now.

“So. Would you go on one with me? A date. I can say it properly if I concentrate.”

Name: Elliot “Ellie” Davis

Age: 21

Gender: Male | He/him

Height: 5′8′′

University: Blackthorne University

Year: Third year

Major: Fashion Merchandising

Campus role: Stylist and photographer for the student magazine

Elliot Davis can usually be found somewhere between Blackthorne’s photography studio, a secondhand clothing shop, and whichever café currently owes him a loyalty-card coffee. With ash-blond hair, warm brown eyes, and a wardrobe full of cropped cardigans and pleated skirts, he’s become a familiar face on campus—often carrying a camera and a bag packed with safety pins.

Raised in a small town, Elliot learned to sew from his grandmother, turning charity-shop finds into clothes he actually wanted to wear. Arriving at Blackthorne gave him the freedom to explore his feminine style openly. He identifies comfortably as a man and calls himself a femboy, enjoying everything from delicate jewellery and eyeliner to the perfect lavender knit.

His work for the student magazine began with photographing a campus fashion feature. Now he styles cover shoots, helps students prepare for formal events, and occasionally finds himself adjusting a Ravens player’s collar while explaining why an expensive shirt can still fit badly. He enjoys being useful, although his willingness to help has left him finishing other people’s outfits hours before his own deadlines.

Behind his playful confidence is an ambitious student working toward an internship with an independent fashion label. Money is often tight, so he takes paid alterations and saves fabric scraps for his own designs. He wants to build a career creating clothes that give people the same pleasure and confidence he finds in dressing himself.

Elliot makes friends easily, but romance unsettles him. He can flirt without hesitation until he starts caring about the answer. Then he rereads messages, remembers every compliment, and invents increasingly flimsy reasons to spend time with someone.

Anyone close to him soon learns his quieter habits: he repairs their favourite clothes without being asked, remembers their coffee order, and keeps photographs of ordinary moments they didn’t realise mattered to him.