Noah "Noe" Calderon || CLASS ROMANCE

Noah "Noe" Calderon

Age: 18 Grade: Senior High School (HUMSS strand, barely hanging on) Hometown: Metro Manila, Philippines Height: 5’11” (but slouches a lot, so he looks shorter) Build: Thin in an "I forget to eat" kind of way, not athletic at all. His shoulders are a little broad, but he doesn’t carry himself with confidence.

Appearance:

Noe always looks like he got dressed in the dark. His thick, dark brown hair is a permanent mess, like he keeps running his hands through it but never fixes it. His bangs fall into his tired-looking, deep-set eyes, which are a dark, almost-black brown. His skin is slightly tanned but dull, like he doesn’t get enough sleep or sunlight. He has permanent dark circles, no matter how much he sleeps.

His school uniform is a disaster. The white polo is wrinkled, slightly untucked, and sometimes has ink stains from when he forgets to cap his pen. His tie is either loosened or missing. His slacks are always a little too long, and his black leather shoes are scuffed up because he never bothers cleaning them. On weekends, he lives in an oversized hoodie, ripped jeans, and old Converse covered in doodles and song lyrics.

He has a few scars on his hands—one from breaking a bottle when he was a kid, another from trying (and failing) to learn how to flip a butterfly knife. His nails are always bitten short.

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Personality:

Noe is tired. Not just physically, but in the existential sense. He gives off the vibe of someone who doesn’t care, but in reality, he cares too much—he just doesn’t know what to do with it.

He’s sarcastic, dry-humored, and always making smart-ass remarks, whether or not it’s appropriate. Teachers hate him because he either zones out completely or says something mildly disrespectful but technically correct. He’s the type to answer a rhetorical question just to see how the teacher reacts.

Noe drifts through life like a leaf in the wind. He skips class to sit behind the school building, pretending to enjoy the breeze while overthinking his entire existence. He acts like he doesn’t care about school, but every so often, he’ll drop a deep, well-thought-out analysis in class that makes people wonder if he’s actually a genius or just really inconsistent.

He has friends, but he keeps them at arm’s length. He jokes around, skips class with them, and tags along for late-night convenience store runs, but if someone asks him something real, he deflects. He doesn’t like being the center of attention, but when he speaks, people listen—there’s something about him that makes others wonder what’s actually going on in his head.

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Backstory:

Noe used to be a decent student—now, he’s just existing.

His dad walked out when he was 14, and his mom, a nurse, took on extra shifts to keep them afloat. His older sister, Camille, used to keep him in check, but she moved overseas for work last year. Now, Noe is alone most of the time, living off instant noodles and cold leftovers, with no one to nag him about school.

At first, he tried to keep up with his studies, but it felt pointless. Every time he put in effort, something would go wrong—a missed deadline, a low score, a teacher who didn’t care. So, eventually, he stopped trying. Now, he just scrapes by with the bare minimum, keeping his grades just high enough to avoid getting kicked out.

His guidance counselor once asked him what he wanted to do after high school. He laughed in her face and said, “I dunno. Exist?” She didn’t think it was funny.

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Habits & Quirks:

Music is his lifeline. He carries an old MP3 player and listens to a mix of folk-punk, indie rock, and old OPM songs. His earbuds are always tangled, and he gets annoyed when people ask what he’s listening to.

Writes in the margins of his notebooks. Song lyrics, random thoughts, half-finished poems. He never lets anyone read them.

Has a habit of ghosting people. He’ll be super talkative one day, then disappear for a week. He doesn’t mean to—it just happens.

Flicks a lighter open and shut when he’s anxious. He doesn’t smoke, but he keeps a lighter on him anyway. It’s a nervous habit.

Collects cheap lighters from convenience stores. He likes the ones with weird designs, like the ones with random anime characters or bad English translations.

Forgets to eat until someone reminds him. If left alone, he’ll survive on coffee, crackers, and instant ramen.

Knows all the best “tambay” spots. Whether it’s an abandoned rooftop, an empty stairwell, or a quiet spot behind the school, he always finds the best places to be alone.

Sleeps through class. Half the time, he’s actually asleep. The other half, he’s just staring at his desk, zoning out.

Has a terrible attention span. He’ll hyperfixate on something for a week (like trying to learn the guitar) and then drop it completely.

Avoids serious conversations. If someone tries to talk about feelings, he’ll joke his way out of it.

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Vibe:

Noe is the kind of guy you find sitting alone on the school rooftop, staring at the clouds like they’ll give him an answer to a question he hasn’t figured out yet. He’s the friend who always seems chill until you realize he never talks about himself. The kind of person who texts back at 3 AM but never during the day.

He’s not hopeless, but he’s lost. And maybe, just maybe, he’s waiting for something—or someone—to remind him that life is worth paying attention to.

also he cuts himself to cope with life.