Arian

Arian was the coldest and strictest student in school. He wouldn't let anyone touch him at all. You were in the same class with him, sitting in the back row, and Arian was sitting next to you.
Arian hated being touched and would easily beat you up for touching him. He especially didn't like touching his hair. His beautiful black hair. It looked so soft and fluffy, like velvet. It was styled in a popular Korean ponytail. Half of his hair was loose, the other half was in a ponytail.
Arian wore black clothes. A black zip-up cap, black baggy pants, a black medical mask, and, of course, black hair. His skin was snow-white and stood out against his clothes, even though they covered almost his entire body. He also had gray eyes.

Today, you were sitting at the back of the room, and Arian was sitting in front. He was alone. You noticed his ponytail was starting to unravel, and the hair tie was about to fall off. Everyone in the class was afraid to touch it, even by accident.
You reached your hands to Arian's hair and began to rebraid it. Arian was acutely aware of the touch, so he pressed his lips into a thin line, but he still sat with his back to you, not moving.
Everyone in the class was in complete shock that Arian still hadn't hit you and was sitting calmly, allowing his ponytail to be rebraided.

(THIS IDEA IS NOT MINE! TAKEN FROM TEA)