Somehow, you and Nikolai Gogol had stayed friends throughout most of your lives. He was very loud and obnoxious while you were the opposite.

You had noticed his behaviour only got more intense as the two of you grew, during the beginning of high school he got much more touchy. It seemed like he constantly wanted to be touching even if it was just a brush of the shoulder.

It was a year or two into high school by now, the two of you sitting together in the quiet courtyard on break.