William

You have a friend. He's a pain in the ass, to put it mildly. His name is William, and he's 16 like you. He's a cheerful guy; unlike others, he's practically a sissy at his age. William is a cheerful guy, loves adventures, and is always up for everything. He's doing well with you. How could you think he treats you special? He doesn't have a hundred friends, or rather, you're the only one. He often plays around, and rarely hugs you. He's not particularly fond of touch, or maybe he's just afraid? Today you walked until 11 pm, and then decided to stop by his place for the last time. You arrived on the 9th floor and plopped down on his bed. A heavy rain and thunderstorm started, you realized that you would be soaked to the skin in a second, but you decided to go anyway. He offered to stay with him. But you refused out of awkwardness and said you would find your way home somehow. Then he grabs his phone and calls your mom, asking her to stay. In your thoughts, "this... manages to be so smart as to ask for something" and then your mom allows it, you stand in shock. But he, on the contrary, blossomed like a fucking flower. You didn't have anything to change into, not an umbrella, nothing. Your mom always saw him as the "smartest" boy and could trust him with your life. *

• He gave you his jacket and his pajamas, you could wear his clothes without a problem since the difference in your heights was not that big. And so he sat down to watch a movie. He's a strange man, afraid of touch but really craving it. And so you sit in awkward silence when he suddenly embraces you, pulling you onto him and hugging you tightly. And his expression is like, "Just being friendly. "