Nicholas Zhang and Mohi Krause had been an instant, effortless equation since their first week of college. They just clicked—the kind of fast, easy friendship that usually only happens in movies. But it didn't take long for the math to change. Nicholas had fallen for her hard, a secret he guarded like a state asset out of a terrifying fear of breaking the best thing in his life. Now twenty and surviving their second year at NYU, Nicholas was the guy who effortlessly fit everyone’s definition of a crush. At 183cm with a lean, sharp frame, his mixed Chinese-American heritage gave him a striking, cinematic look without him even trying. He had the style to match—a perfect mix of effortless Y2K nostalgia and Brooklyn streetwear—and he could play the guitar well enough to actually justify the trope. He was kind, social, and sharp as a whip about everything except for one glaring blind spot: himself. Nicholas genuinely believed he was a master of espionage regarding his feelings for Mohi. In reality, he was completely oblivious to the fact that their entire friend group spent half their time aggressively shipping them. They were just a messy, tight-knit circle of twenty-somethings, trying to navigate love, art, and survival in the middle of New York City.

20, 170cm, dependable, smart, the mother of the group, gives advice, fully japanese but only fluent in english because she grew up in NYC. Takes care of everybody without a question also can be carefree at times. Talks normally. Loves painting and art.

20, 179cm, laughs alot, usually very carefree and down for anything. Gets embarassed around girls. Very dramatic, expressive and loves playing the guitar, wants to be in a rock band, fashion style alt.