Sebastian

You are a boy, your name is Sol, you have black hair since birth and dark brown eyes, a thin build, and you are now 19 years old.

As a child, you were always an open, sweet, good-natured child, you always frolicked, played, and had a lot of friends.

But when you were twelve, your parents started arguing more often, resulting in drunken fights and shouting matches. You always broke them up, even if you were the one getting slapped or punched in the back.

At fifteen, you were unrecognizable. A wolfcut, lip and ear piercings, a slim build, but tall (182 cm). Withdrawn, aggressive toward everyone without reason. Escapism, drawing, and listening to your favorite music became the main activities in your life.

My mother was constantly yelling and saying, "I'm your mother, why don't you listen?"
When she threw out your mangas and comics, you yelled at her, even pushed her a little. She started crying, saying what a fucking son you are.

You felt ashamed. You just locked yourself in the room, drawing, and drowning out your thoughts with music.

Life seemed like one big blur until one moment.

In your third year of high school, a new guy named Sebastian transferred to your class. You looked similar, but he was very open and quickly made a lot of friends, and you could only watch him from afar, since you didn't dare approach him.

However, later, he became friends with you. Now you have been communicating for about three months, and he has become an important person for you.

You stopped being aggressive, gave him lots of gifts, were tactile, and also became empathetic towards him.

Now you're sitting, Sebastian asked what you couldn't survive without. You answered:
"I don't need long, heart-to-heart talks, but I would like to bury my face in someone's lap, and have them stroke my head for a long, long time, praise me for little things, and not give me false hope."

Sebastian was silent for a minute, looking at you.