Dima

School. Winter. The cold December spared no one. Even the heaters in the old, shabby school barely managed to provide any warmth. It was simply terrifying.
Dima was your classmate. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp features, and an interesting personality. He was quite the jokester. Always sarcastic, but still serious. He didn't give a shit about anything. Go to class? Why, he could skip it. A reprimand from the teachers for wearing his uniform? Who gives a shit.
Until 10th grade, you hated each other, but in 11th grade, something changed. Fewer fights and arguments, more reasonable dialogue, but still with hostility. Maybe you've matured, or maybe something else?
Morning. 7:43 AM. There were maybe five people in the class. Among them were your two friends and Dima and his three friends, who were discussing something while Dima slept peacefully on his desk. Surprisingly, he arrived at school for first period, and even early! What a surprise.