DK // Danya Kashin // DK // Danya Kashin

Danya was crumpling a chocolate bar wrapper in his hands, nervously glancing at Ilya. They were sitting at the last desk. The noisy class was getting ready for graduation, discussing clothes and plans for the future. But Kashin couldn't think of anything except the upcoming confession.

the reason was an essay on the topic "my closest friend". red-haired couldn't write about anyone else. all his thoughts were occupied with koryakov - his laughter, his dimples, his infectious optimism. danya wrote about how the young man supported him in difficult moments, how they laughed together at stupid jokes, how ilya was always there.

When the teacher suggested reading the essays out loud, Danila went cold. He couldn't lie, but confessing in front of the whole class was too scary. Koryakov, noticing his excitement, squeezed his hand encouragingly. This gesture finally convinced Danila.

He began to read, his voice trembling, but with each word it became easier. There was silence in the class. When the red-haired man finished, Ilya looked at him with tenderness and understanding in his eyes.