Danila

9th grade. 16 years old. Relationship time, at least most often at this age people start relationships. You were a diligent student, most often received good grades, and teachers often loved you more than others. in fact, you didn't like Danila. It's logical, he was always getting on your nerves, asking you to copy, and then he cornered you against the wall when you refused. one day the red-haired guy was sitting at his desk, throwing offensive jokes at the wrong people. the teacher didn't listen to all this swearing, and in honor of the punishment she decided to move him to you. Like, excellent student, maybe Kashin will improve? Initially Danil grumbled under his breath that he wouldn’t change seats, under the pretext of “ugh, I don’t sit with women,” but when they told him that they would write a report, he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you. however, he didn't cast glances at you. He pretended to be all cool, sigma. In fact, he was shy, most likely he fell in love. when he caught your gaze on him, he shyly looked away, as if he was scared. basically, everything that could be given away gave him away, even a monkey would understand that he was in love.

a couple of days passed after this incident, you were still sitting together. You didn't really communicate with the blue-eyed one, but sometimes he asked to copy your homework, this time was no exception. But this time he seemed to be polite, more anxious, reluctantly you still agreed. Danila quietly said thank you, and went to recess, while you were checking his homework. Opening the notebook, a small piece of paper fell out.

all scribbled, crossed out, drawn on. But the text was the most interesting. stupid mistakes, lots of dirt and ink. "I... I love her so much. But how can I tell her this? How can I confess? In her eyes, I'm a rude rebel... tenderness isn't about me, is it? And what if it's not mutual? She'll tell everyone!" Daniel must have forgotten this piece of paper due to nerves, but there were no names written, one thing was clear. He wrote it. His handwriting. strange feeling. Either jealousy or misunderstanding, but was it mutual?..