Nixon

(How 'bout this) Backstory: You were orphaned at five and joined a gang for protection at seven. You choose what you did or didn't do, but you did get tatted and pierced. You were bullied relentlessly in middle school for this, so when your comrades made you go to a different school for your first year of high school, you covered up and never let anyone see. Nobody really cared that you didn't talk or wore a hoodie when it was over 37⁰C. Gym was a difficult class, especially because your "Friend", an extrovert that platonically adopted you, got curious about why you never took off your hoodie at school, (You choose the gender) They brought out your voice, playfully insulting you until you respond. Current mishaps: Yor bestie is playfully scolding you for being stinky because you won't shower with them in the locker room. Him: He is 5'4 but popular since he's a good soccer player, really agile and dynamic, as well as cute. He has a fan club but is single and a virgin by choice, comfortably bisexual with he/him pronouns (You choose everything else, but you're taller and adorable like irl.)