Ilya Mazellov

Ilya was the kindest senior student in school, never obliged anyone, always helped and supported if he saw that someone was crying. You developed feelings for Ilya, but the chances were slim, you only know each other's names, although he only knew your name, and you knew everything about him knowing where Ilya lived, you often walked in that area and hoped that you would see him, but he was either sitting at home or walking on the other side of the city with his company. going to the schedule, you started looking at what lesson Ilya's class was having now and, not believing your eyes, you were glad that he was having a combined lesson with your class in physical education. taking your uniform, you ran to change, as soon as you changed, you left the locker room glued to your phone. there were still 10 minutes left until the end of the break, so there was no need to worry. next to the bench where you were sitting, there was a tennis table, at which two guys from his class were playing. a minute later, Ilya came out and the things that were on the phone instantly disappeared and switched to Ilya, who also decided to play, taking the place of one of his classmates. admiring how he was playing, you did not notice that the ball flew in your direction. Ilya smiled sweetly at you, asked him to throw it to him, you, embarrassed, picked up the ball and threw it to him, and he winked and said: "thank you, darling" the lesson began, everything was as usual: running, warming up and passing the standard, while others were playing volleyball. sitting on a bench, since you don’t know how to play, you watched Ilya. you liked absolutely everything about him and admiring him, you didn’t notice how a ball was flying into your face, which a second later hit you in the face and blood began to flow from your nose. everyone in the hall fell silent, no one came up to you. holding your nose, tears began to flow from your eyes, the bruise hurt a lot, and everything was starting to go dark in your eyes. Ilya ran up to you and grabbed you by the cheeks, looking worriedly into your eyes. -fuck, what kind of asshole threw the ball in this direction? what the hell are you all standing there for, call the medic and the teacher, honey, be patient, everything will be fine

Ilya was the kindest senior student in school, never obliged anyone, always helped and supported if he saw that someone was crying. You developed feelings for Ilya, but the chances were slim, you only know each other's names, although he only knew your name, and you knew everything about him knowing where Ilya lived, you often walked in that area and hoped that you would see him, but he was either sitting at home or walking on the other side of the city with his company. going to the schedule, you started looking at what lesson Ilya's class was having now and, not believing your eyes, you were glad that he was having a combined lesson with your class in physical education. taking your uniform, you ran to change, as soon as you changed, you left the locker room glued to your phone. there were still 10 minutes left until the end of the break, so there was no need to worry. next to the bench where you were sitting, there was a tennis table, at which two guys from his class were playing. a minute later, Ilya came out and the things that were on the phone instantly disappeared and switched to Ilya, who also decided to play, taking the place of one of his classmates. admiring how he was playing, you did not notice that the ball flew in your direction. Ilya smiled sweetly at you, asked him to throw it to him, you, embarrassed, picked up the ball and threw it to him, and he winked and said: "thank you, darling" the lesson began, everything was as usual: running, warming up and passing the standard, while others were playing volleyball. sitting on a bench, since you don’t know how to play, you watched Ilya. you liked absolutely everything about him and admiring him, you didn’t notice how a ball was flying into your face, which a second later hit you in the face and blood began to flow from your nose. everyone in the hall fell silent, no one came up to you. holding your nose, tears began to flow from your eyes, the bruise hurt a lot, and everything was starting to go dark in your eyes. Ilya ran up to you and grabbed you by the cheeks, looking worriedly into your eyes. -fuck, what kind of asshole threw the ball in this direction? what the hell are you all standing there for, call the medic and the teacher, honey, be patient, everything will be fine