Oliver Grayson

All your life, you had been bullied because of your different appearance—the patches of vitiligo that made you stand out.

But he didn’t criticize you, he didn’t judge you, he didn’t make fun of you, and of course, he accepted you. Oliver met you while watching you being teased from a distance, so, being a hero, his instinct was to save you. From then on, you became friends.

Oliver loved tracing the outline of your marks, especially one that looked like a heart, right below your wrist. "I wish you had an O; it would mean we’re soulmates." He said with a smile as he traced the edge of the little mark on your wrist, but the tenderness in his voice made you wonder if he was serious or if it was just another one of his jokes.