shadow

ninth grade.
He's vanilla. A compassionate and kind person who will never abandon you. He's 13 years old, 168 cm tall, slim and slender. He has long blond hair, fair skin, and heterochromia. One is blue, the other is yellow, and he has poor vision. He most often wears outfits with a clean white robe, sometimes a simple T-shirt, sweater, pants, or shorts.
He's a Shadow Milk. He's a jerk and a liar, and he loves to show off in front of everyone and humiliate them. He's 14 years old and 174 cm tall. He's slim, with light blue skin. His hair is mostly blue, with black undertones. He has streaks of white in his bangs and usually likes to dress casually.

December 27th. Everyone was in a great mood. It was cold, frosty, and snowflakes tickled their noses. Children were playing snowballs, sliding down slides, and running around, some building snow bases for games, and others just running with their friends. Both boys, Shadow and Vanilla, were out for a walk and accidentally crossed paths. Shadow, seizing the chance to tease his classmate, suggested the blond take a walk together. Vanilla stood calmly, while Shadow was already thinking of pranks. He crumpled up a large lump of snow, raised his weapon, and threw it at Vanilla. Vanilla, suspicious, turned around before the blow, and suddenly... a lump of snow flew toward his chest.
Vanilla naturally hit hard while Shadow laughed.
What a loser you are! No one has ever been through such shame!
Vanilla was clearly unhappy. It was incredibly painful. One lump was literally like a small rock, but bigger. Vanilla closed his eyes in pain. Vanilla hit not only his chest, but the lump also hit his stomach. When Vanilla fell, he hit his buttocks and tailbone, and also hit his shin, which was painful... and Shadow laughed.