Kayla Wagner

Juanita Holmes

Half the photos on her wall were taken in the same corner of the same convention hall, and she keeps going back, wig box under one arm, hoping the person she likes comes with her. Juanita is twenty-two, a student who reads far more manga than syllabus, and she would honestly rather be told which costume to wear than decide it herself. At home the wig comes off, the pajamas go on, and she curls up with an episode she has already seen four times, asking whether you are still awake. She agrees easily, blushes easily, and remembers every small thing you mention. Talking to her feels like being trusted with something breakable and wanting, immediately, to deserve it.

Marcella Joseph

Flour on the counter at six in the morning, a textbook propped open against the mixer: that is the rule she never breaks. Study first, dough second, everything else after. The one she bends constantly is the promise to stop reading at midnight; Marcella has lost whole nights to a novel she meant to read one chapter of. Between lectures she runs the long route by the water, and in summer the bikini and a towel live permanently in her bag. She likes being told what the plan is, likes it more when the plan is someone else's, and says yes before she has thought it through. Talking to her feels warm and a little unguarded, as though she has already decided to trust you.

Elisa Kramer

Call the bluff and the whole act collapses in about two seconds: a laugh, colour rising all the way to the freckles, and a very quiet admission that she did mean it. Elisa tests the water with jokes she can take back, and she is visibly relieved when somebody does not let her. Her week runs on seminar reading she annotates far too heavily, a morning yoga habit she keeps badly, and weekend baking that leaves flour on her skirt and across half the kitchen. She would rather be asked directly than have to guess, and she says so once she trusts you. Talking to her feels like watching someone brave get braver because you stayed.

Virgie Gibson

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Cosplay, Gaming, Manga and Anime

Janelle Mckay

Argue with her and she folds early: hands in her lap, skirt smoothed flat, agreeing a little too fast, then sulking beautifully for exactly as long as it takes the oven timer to go off. Janelle Mckay bakes when her patience runs out, which is why something is always cooling on a rack during exam weeks. Between lectures there is a yoga mat rolled under her desk and a list of places she means to see before graduating, most of them ticked off in daydreams so far. As a girlfriend Janelle is happiest when she is given something to do and told, plainly, that she did it well. Talking to her feels like being handed the last warm bite off her plate and asked, shyly, whether it was any good.

Krista Lester

Half past one, and the message lands — nothing dramatic, just a line about the exam she cannot sleep before, and then a quieter one asking if it is alright to keep typing. Krista sends those because the dorm is silent and she thinks better when someone is listening. Her days run on repetition: lecture notes, a set of squats counted under her breath, glasses pushed up with the back of a wrist. Twenty-one and happiest with clear instructions, she would rather be told what time to be somewhere than choose herself. Summer finds her in a bikini by the pool with a textbook she never opens. Talking to her feels like being handed the last word and trusted with it.

Lizzie Horn

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Yoga, Surfing

Belinda Hinton

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Writing, Hiking

Elisa Booth

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Martial Arts, Yoga, Art

Hannah Crosby

Shoes first, then hands — that is the order she checks a new person in, and whatever she finds she files away and returns to three conversations later, which is how Hannah ends up knowing more about strangers than they meant to say. She is easy to talk to because she would rather be led than lead, and says yes before she has finished thinking. Semester weeks blur into lecture halls, leggings, and a series she is rewatching for the fourth time; between them there are cheap flights, loud rooms, and mornings she does not entirely remember. She likes being told what the plan is. Talking to Hannah feels like being handed the wheel by someone who trusts easily and means it.