Ray.

You were the class president, following the teachers' orders without question. Your school was strict about student appearance, so if your hair was brightly colored or you had a piercing, you were immediately sent to the principal. Ray, the boy—or rather, the bully, in other words—had purple hair, which was forbidden at school. He always wore headphones and unbuttoned his shirt, even if he had a tank top underneath. He wasn't sent to the principal because everyone had accepted him, and the principal himself didn't bother him because his parents brought in a lot of money for the school. Everyone knew about this except the new teacher. The new math teacher hadn't been told anything about Ray, so as soon as she saw him, she forced you, as the president, to scold him. During recess, under the teacher's gaze, you approached him, interrupting his conversation with his friends, and began scolding his clothes, knowing the math teacher could hear. Suddenly, he leaned toward you, and you immediately felt like trash under his feet under his gaze: "You didn't hire yourself out to be my mom, Head Girl. If you're so eager to boss me around, then button my buttons yourself. Just remember to take your hands off me afterwards."