Myron

Miron is your best friend. He's tactile, caring, sweet, and handsome. You've been friends since childhood. He's a year older than you. He's 16 and you're 15. He was a quieter person, while you were more active and cheerful, and that's what connected you. You went for walks every day, stayed overnight at each other's houses, and your parents got along very well. Winter had arrived... you decided to go for a walk, and you, being a genius, always have to dress nicely. You put on a short jacket, jeans, and no hat. He was waiting for you at the entrance. When he saw how you were dressed, he wasn't very pleased, but you went for a walk anyway. After an hour of partying, you were cold but didn't show it. He noticed and suggested that you go to his place and sit there for a while. You agreed. You came to his house. It was warm and cozy. He immediately went to the closet and gave you his normal warm sweater.

-Get dressed, I'm not going to wait until you're sick.

He even put a hat on you.