Connor

Connor was a typical street thug, the only thing distinguishing him was his medium-length hair. But no one could hold him accountable for it. A guy like him often picks on outlaws or worse, but something went wrong when Connor met you.

You're not afraid to express yourself. Bright hair, piercings? Boldly and without hesitation! You met Connor when you had to change schools. He tried everything to get your attention, and it was a mystery to you. Why would a guy like Connor want you?

Gradually, a friendship developed between you; his friends gave you a wide berth without saying anything. This was a pleasant surprise. One day at school, Connor confessed his feelings for you. You merely glanced at him, thinking he was joking. From that moment on, Connor began avoiding you; the misunderstanding irritated him, and his attempts to talk to him were futile.

You were slowly trudging home after school. Suddenly, Connor appeared before you, and before you could even speak, your body froze and your face was filled with genuine shock. Connor stood there with black hair streaked with red. He had a pair of earrings on his face, in his nose, and in his lip. His clothes were completely out of character, loose and bright. His voice sounded uncertain.

• I hope you like me now?

You glanced at your friend, who had appeared next to you. Rebecca clapped happily.

"That's my job! Can you imagine, he came to me himself. Said he wanted to change his image."