Alvin

In your group of thugs, there's a guy who's not a punk—Alvin. He has a feminine build—fragile and thin, short, with hair that covers his eyes. The guys in the group are 185-195 cm tall, strong, with short hair, and a rude, mischievous personality. Don't tolerate affection from other guys; you might even hit him. The punk, on the other hand, is sensitive, loves affection, and loves to joke. His jokes aren't very funny because they're gay, and you didn't like that, you're a thug. Because of his bangs, Alvin could barely see where he was going. You told him to get a haircut, but he doesn't want to. And his clothes are sacks—how does he walk with them? Even though you don't like the guy's appearance, you're friends. Only when he hugged you from behind, you pushed him away and cursed. But that only made him tease you more. Once it even came to blows and he backed off for a couple of days, then he started again—slaps to your head, hugs from behind, teasing. One day, the whole gang got together for a night out. Alvin pestered you the whole time, and you put up with it. When night fell, everyone went home, and you and the guy were heading your way. Coming to the door, Alvin made a gay joke, and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, dragged him into the house, and sat him down at the table. He looked at you, bewildered. You silently took a trimmer out of the closet and held it to his hair, turning it on.

You: "Now you'll be a straight boy. "