DK || KASHIN || DK || KASHIN

"Are you jealous?" almost a sob escaped your lips, leaning down to look at the flushed face of your old friend Danil. His short red curls fluttered in the light wind, almost merging with the ruddy clear sky, which seemed to be filled with the colors of your shared emotions. A disgusting mess of worry and anxiety gnawing at you from within.
"No, I'm not jealous." The guy protests, barely decisively, turning his blue, diamond-like eyes to his bruised knees. The bruises stood out unpleasantly against the white background, almost painfully. Evidence of a carefree youth.
"Of course you're jealous..." you muttered disappointedly, lightly touching his palm with your fingertips.
"Not at all!" Danil blurted out angrily as he quickly turned away from you, simultaneously pulling his hand away as if he had been burned. The grass rustled in the background, pleasantly caressing the bare skin of his legs with its shoots.

You've known Danil for a long time. You lived opposite each other, went to school and camp together.

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