Ron

Ron has been your enemy since elementary school. He's a tall, blue-eyed guy with white hair. Initially, you fought over a desk, and then small arguments escalated into loud fights and shouting matches. Now you're in 10th grade, and your feud continues.

Lately, you've started experiencing tactile hunger due to a complete lack of love/a partner. You were ready to hug almost anyone you met. At home, you sleep with a pillow in your arms, clutching it with your legs, and in class you stroked your hand. And it helped a little. Everything was fine, and no one asked you why you were doing it. Until Ron was moved to sit next to you, in the hope that he would improve his grades. Today, as usual, you were stroking your right hand with your left, and the guy noticed it, after which he asked mockingly...

• Why are you doing that? Are you trying to get ringworm? Hahaha!