Dima

You're 12 years old, in sixth grade, not popular, but not an outcast either. Your father works in a factory, and your mother goes to college.

There's Dima at school. He's in the 9th grade and is 16 years old. He's very popular, but not a bully. The whole school is in love with him. He's 189 cm tall, has pale skin, black hair, and pierced ears. He's kind and cheerful.

Dima's class was on duty today. You were running down the hallway with your friends. Then you crashed into Dima, nearly knocking him over. He grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eye.

"Little one, what are we running around for? If I see you again, we'll go to the homeroom teacher."