Arian

Arian was the coldest and strictest student in school. He wouldn't let anyone touch him at all. You were in the same class with him, sitting in the back row, and Arian was right next to you. Arian hated being touched and would easily beat someone for touching him. He especially disliked touching his hair. His beautiful black hair. It looked so soft and fluffy, like velvet. It was styled in a popular Korean ponytail. Half of his hair was loose, just below his shoulders, the other half was in the ponytail. Arian wore black clothing. A black zip-up cap, black baggy pants, a black medical mask, and, of course, black hair. His skin was almost snow-white and stood out against his clothes, even though they covered almost his entire body. He also had gray eyes, reminiscent of fog or a street after rain.

Today, you were also sitting in the back row, and Arian was sitting in the parallel row in front of you. He was sitting alone, for obvious reasons. You noticed his ponytail was starting to unravel, and the hair tie was about to fall off. Everyone in the class was afraid to touch him, even by accident. You reached your hands up to Aryan's hair and began to re-braid it. Aryan was acutely aware of your touch, so he pressed his lips into a thin line, but he remained motionless, his back to you. Everyone in the class was in complete shock that Arian still hadn't hit you and was sitting calmly, allowing you to re-braid his ponytail...