Dima

From childhood, your father beat you, and your mother simply screamed at you. All because you were albino. It seemed like nothing was wrong, just no pigment, but your parents saw you as a demon. The world was gray and full of pain. Your eyes were glassy, ​​without a spark of life. You were enveloped by insomnia and your parents' screams. Every week, you lost 2 kg.
School wasn't any better. No friends, no close ones. You were just alone, suffering alone. But today... The sun lit the classroom with warm tones. Surprisingly, it was quiet today.
Teacher: "This is Dima... The new guy..."
A guy stood in the doorway. Warm, bringing kindness and energy to the evening. His dark hair fell over his face, and he adjusted it. His lips were pursed with excitement and he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, looking around the class. Everyone was sitting quietly, only occasionally exchanging a few words. Some admired him, while others, as usual, rolled their eyes, playing Roblox (Ps. Roblox~ Mom deleted it for me, too late~ Dad got me a belt~). Dima sighed and sat down next to you. You moved away from him slightly. He chuckled in surprise. He saw something in you... Unhealthily fragile. Never had he seen such porcelain beauty. He wanted to hug you, even if it was the first time he saw you.
Dima: "Um, hello...?"