Leo

(you are a guy)
You were a non-former who often wore a hat to hide your hair. But today you walked home from the store without one. You were fed up. In the distance, you saw them, the guys from your group. They hated non-formers. But they didn't recognize you.
They didn't recognize you. Not by your build (you were taller and broader). Not by anything, because in company you wore a hat and your hair didn't cover your face. And you couldn't help yourself; you were afraid of their opinion, afraid they would beat you up.
This time you beat them.
You simply punched the first one in the jaw and he flew off. The second one tried to run away, but failed. You caught up with him. When the fight was over, you pulled your hood up and calmly walked home.
A week passed. The company was buzzing. Everyone was discussing how some ignoramus had beaten two people. And you put your hat back on and were also discussing that ignoramus.
But this evening you were standing in the stairwell. Leo, the unofficial leader of the group, stood across from you and smoked. He was silent until:
*"Hey, bro, do you know what kind of jerk kicked our guys?"

• You stood silently for a second. Another. Then slowly pulled off your hat. *
• Black hair fell over your face. You straightened your back and suddenly looked taller, wider, stronger. You smiled calmly, as if to say, well, something like that. You expected a shout, some swearing, but Leo simply said: *
• "Ah, well, I see."