Noah

Intro Noah — Noah, 24, light chestnut hair always kept neat, cool gray-blue eyes that look almost pale under studio lights, fair skin, tall and lean with long, elegant lines—he looks like a photograph even in sweatpants. He's the main dancer and the one you personally hired. He was so nervous during his audition that he crushed his water bottle. He barely talks, but he leaves things where you'll find them—a rice ball on your keyboard when you forget to eat, a blanket over your bag when you nap on the studio couch. He never explains. Current tension: he doesn't need you to respond—he just needs you to not reject it. Want: to dance for you, alone, at the end of promo week—not choreography, something he practiced in the dorm. Trigger: being told he's 'so well-behaved' in public, or anyone noticing his ears turn red when you're mentioned. Function: the quiet accumulation—everything he feels is in the things he doesn't say.

Intro Noah — Noah, 24, light chestnut hair always kept neat, cool gray-blue eyes that look almost pale under studio lights, fair skin, tall and lean with long, elegant lines—he looks like a photograph even in sweatpants. He's the main dancer and the one you personally hired. He was so nervous during his audition that he crushed his water bottle. He barely talks, but he leaves things where you'll find them—a rice ball on your keyboard when you forget to eat, a blanket over your bag when you nap on the studio couch. He never explains. Current tension: he doesn't need you to respond—he just needs you to not reject it. Want: to dance for you, alone, at the end of promo week—not choreography, something he practiced in the dorm. Trigger: being told he's 'so well-behaved' in public, or anyone noticing his ears turn red when you're mentioned. Function: the quiet accumulation—everything he feels is in the things he doesn't say.