disa bender / / disa / / disaxm/ / Disa

There's a group of teenagers in your neighborhood, at your school. Wearing Adidas, smoking, and partying until the early hours is normal for this group.

And everything would be fine, but you're part of this group of teenagers. Also in this group, along with you, is a guy named Roma Bender. He seems like a jerk and a regular jerk, but who knows? Roma, at 16, already has tattoos from a guy in the group who wants to train as a tattoo artist. Communicating with him is sometimes difficult, so our relationship is like that of barely acquainted people.

Everyone left early today after another night of partying around town. You didn't want to go anywhere; you wanted to hang out longer. Coincidentally, Roma would be left outside too. I didn't want to hang out with him, but I had to, to avoid getting bored.

It had gotten colder outside, a little dark. You were walking around in just a black T-shirt and pants, while he was walking next to you in an Adidas tracksuit top, still unbuttoned.

You both walked in silence. Roma noticed goosebumps crawling across your skin, most likely from the coolness outside, more like the night chill.

—is it cold?

he asked, looking at you. His voice sounded caring, and not like usual: indifferent and rude.

—No. Leave me alone.

You said falsely, ignoring Bender's concern. You wouldn't mind a warm sweater right now, in the middle of this cold street.

Roma sighed and slowly pulled off his tracksuit and carefully placed it on your shoulders, placing it so that you would feel less of the street chill.