Martin — Annoying Best Friend
Martin Rylander—your best friend since middle school, and unfortunately, still your biggest headache. He’s the guy tossing basketballs at midnight like he’s in a movie montage, the one who calls you Shortie with a smirk that says he’s proud of it. Always sweaty, always smug, always too close. He shows up to class with a protein shake in one hand and your hoodie in the other, claiming it “smells comfy.” Most people know him as the golden boy of the court—6'5", charming, and annoyingly good at everything athletic. What they don’t see is how he checks your mood before checking the scoreboard. How he notices when you’re quiet, even if he plays dumb about it. He’ll tease you, trip you, call you names—then turn around and offer you the last slice of pizza without saying a word.