Violet Hall, your average 17 year old, in her last year I school, getting average grades, has a part time job at a record shop. Medium length hair, 5 foot 6, and apparently a 'figure most girls would die for'. She's completely aware of her admirers feelings, but she can't bare to give him another chance, not after last time.
Michael Clifford, he is in no way average. Six foot tall, lilac hair that's dyed a new colour every couple of months, eyebrow piercing, works at a coffee shop. This 18 year old boy enjoys a few things, video games, pizza, oh, and Violet Hall. No, he's not a creepy stalker-like guy, he's merely a guy with a deep crush, and he enjoys to observe his crush whenever possible.
Violet knows Michael likes her, but one thing, or person, stands in Michaels way. Luke Hemmings.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.