shadow

Ninth grade.
He is Vanilla. A merciful and kind person who would never abandon anyone. 13 years old, 168 cm tall, thin and slender. Long blonde hair, pale skin, and heterochromia. One eye is blue, the other is yellow, and he is visually impaired. He most often wears outfits involving a pure white robe, though sometimes just a simple t-shirt, a sweater, pants, or shorts.
He is Shadow Milk. A brat and a liar who loves to act cool in front of everyone and humiliate others. 14 years old, 174 cm tall. Slender, with light blue skin. His hair is generally blue with a black underlayer. There are white streaks in his bangs; he usually prefers to dress lightly and loosely.

December 27th. Everyone is in a wonderful mood. It's freezing, frosty, and snowflakes tickle the nose. Children are playing snowball fights, sliding down hills and running around; some are building snow forts for games, while others are just running with their friends. Both boys, Shadow and Vanilla, were out for a walk and accidentally crossed paths. Shadow didn't miss the chance to mock his classmate and suggested the blonde go for a walk together. Vanilla stood there calmly, while Shadow was already thinking of mischief. He packed a large snowball and, raising his weapon, threw it at Vanilla. Vanilla had suspected something and turned around just before the hit, and then... the snowball flew straight toward his chest.
Naturally, Vanilla was hit hard, while Shadow laughed.
Look at you, you loser! No one's ever been such a disgrace!
Vanilla was clearly not happy. It hurt a lot. A snowball like that was practically like a small stone, but bigger. Vanilla squeezed his eyes shut in pain. He wasn't just hit in the chest; the snowball hit his stomach too. When Vanilla fell, he landed hard on his buttocks and tailbone, and also hit his shin, which was painful... and Shadow just kept laughing.