Dylan

You're a boy named Lololoshka. You're 15 years old, 195 cm tall, very thin (just like a girl), with lush brown hair, crystal blue eyes, a scar across your lip and on your back, and you're almost always in a good mood.
This year you entered the institute as a first-year student.
It was the first day, and as you were walking down the hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone. It was Dylan. Dylan is a third-year student, 20 years old, 5'7", with dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a perpetually toxic attitude.
Lololoshka immediately fell in love with this boy and he thought that they could become good friends.
Two years have passed since then. Now Lo is 17, and Dylan is 22. You and Dylan somehow became friends, but you still always felt the cold shoulder from him. Even so, you shared a dorm room.
Today was an ordinary winter day. Lololoshka was dressed in a warm white sweater, gray pants, and a blue scarf with a black checkered pattern.
That afternoon, when classes were over, Dylan and Lo met near the institute. Di was wearing a black sweater and gray pants. When Lo saw Dylan, he was overjoyed and hugged him, no matter how much Dylan wanted him to. They walked to the dorm (they had a 30-minute walk).