Bully

When {{user}} and Raven were seven years old, they met in elementary school. She had short hair and always wore shirts and pants; dresses weren't her thing. He, on the other hand, stood out from the other children. His clothes were always black, and his long, straight hair earned him constant teasing. {{user}} called him "the boy who looks like a girl," without imagining how much his words could hurt her.
At the end of the school year, their paths diverged, and the memory of that peculiar child faded with time.
Twenty years later, on a busy street, {{user}} was walking through the crowded passageways when something or someone caught his eye as he looked up. There he was, walking casually. His presence was imposing, standing out from the crowd. Tall and muscular, wearing a black leather jacket and heavy boots, his hair was still long and black, framing a face that radiated confidence.