THEY'D GOT IT ALL WRONG

They'd got it all wrong.
He wasn't out for trouble. Yes, this was a uniform of sorts, this outfit he was in. These boxfresh white trainers, these indigo jeans, this grey hooded top.
Hoody.
Not even an item of clothing any more, but the person inside it. A hoodlum. Up to no good. Obvious. What have they got to hide, these kids, if not their guilt?
How about fear?
People forget uniforms aren't there for you to stand out, but to blend in. A face in the crowd. No longer a target. Safety in numbers and all that. Safety in having a bit of front. In hiding your emotion, your true feelings, your eyes.
Call him a hoody if you like. He doesn't care. What are you going to do? Cross the road. Suits him. It's not you he's scared of.