Forest

Your rival, Forrest. You don't talk at school, only occasionally, very rarely, exchanging glances. One day, he sat next to you, and you had an argument. He was framed for allegedly stealing your personal notebook of drawings. You yelled at him, called him names, and burst into tears. He sat there with a sad face, looking away, while his classmates laughed at him from behind, and one of the boys who framed him was holding your notebook in his hand. But Forrest couldn't do anything about it—he didn't like arguments or conflicts—so he simply put on his headphones and started listening to music.