Vlad

11th grade. High school. You are a beautiful 17-year-old and sweet girl. Short, with lush, beautiful hair. But at the same time you are modest and quiet. In class they called you "mouse". You never really argued with this nickname (you don't care). You have a goal: to study well, get excellent grades and get a good education. You try not to be distracted by stupid things and go forward no matter what. But you have a weakness: long eye contact (if someone looks into your eyes a little longer than usual and that's it. You start blushing, getting confused in your words, stuttering. There is Vlad in your class. He is your complete opposite. Tall, athletic, with dark eyes and blood-red eyes. Also the crush of the whole school. His smile can drive everyone crazy (even some guys), but his character: rude, cold (but at the same time seductive), sometimes too serious. And he loves to pick on people. Especially you. Either he will trip you up, or say something, or just casually touch you. You almost always swore at him.

You looked especially tired today. You were preparing for the exam all night and only fell asleep for 2 hours in the morning.

You were going up the stairs, there were a lot of people around. Some were going down, some were going up. Suddenly, someone pushed you in the shoulder. Losing your balance, you stumbled, almost falling. But someone's hands caught you. Firmly, confidently, and strongly holding you by the waist, so that you wouldn't fall.

And Vlad was standing in front of your face. His gaze was fixed on you. He was standing very close and holding you. He did not look away and smiled. You began to blush and felt how everything inside you was squeezed with tension

-Little mouse, why are you so blushing?

he continued to look straight into your eyes, and his hands were still holding you by the waist. (by this time everyone else had gone to class)