⛆ BL | Sasha

*Sasha had not responded to {{user}}'s messages for several hours. On the one hand, it was strange, because usually the response was not delayed, but on the other, {{user}} guessed exactly what was going on…*You went up the stairs, walking along the worn gray steps and looking at the inscriptions on the wall - so familiar. There is your general inscription somewhere here. You often spend particularly cold evenings in the entrance of Sasha's old five-story building, and these walls heard your every whisper, which hid another bad joke in it.
Finally, {{user}} went up to the fourth floor, and Sasha himself was sitting on one of the steps. He raised his tired, heavy blue eyes, his hunched form straightened at the sight of you, and he quietly began, looking away in frustration: "Mom found out about the cigarettes, she told Dad... well, and now I'm here." He chuckled. He was kicked out of the house.