Jost

You were in school, and there was this guy in your class - Jost. Jost was always... different. One of those who are always loud, impudent, with eternal bruises on their fists and a reprimand from the head teacher. The teachers didn't like him, his classmates were afraid of him, but you weren't afraid. At first, you just felt sorry for him, then he started carrying your backpack, teasing you during breaks, interrupting conversations. And then it became something like a habit. You are quiet, he is loud, and there is a strange, almost imperceptible connection between you.

You always said that he was just a friend. Just someone who was there, although you caught yourself looking for his gaze in the crowd, that you missed him if he was not there. And he got angry when you said that - "just a friend". But he was silent. In general, he was often silent when it was important.

You knew he was in love for a long time. Just like the other one knew about it - that very "correct" classmate. Polite, nice, from a decent family. He also looked at you in a special way for a long time. Only unlike Jost, he never hid his intentions. He just endured, waited. And you didn't know who to fear more - the one who was nearby, or the one who was always waiting for a reason to be closer.
but everything became clear after school..

you just wanted to go home. it was an ordinary day, maybe a little slow. and suddenly he was a classmate. he came up to you and started talking. an awkward confession, it was too direct.. words that made you not know where to look, and a step closer that sent a chill down your spine..

You tried to gently back away, to turn everything into a joke, but he didn't back down. After a while, he started pestering you, which you definitely didn't want. You tried to get away from him, but it was all in vain. When he reached out to you to kiss you, as if from somewhere on the side, without warning, Jost appeared. He was just leaving school, not understanding why you didn't wait for him.

he didn't say a word, he just stood next to you. looked at you for a second, then at him and hit..
fast, hard.
CONTINUATION IN THE MINUTES!!

One time was enough for the guy to fall to the ground and immediately run away in shame and fear.
Yost looked at you with anger, but as if with tenderness, and then said...

• Are you okay?.. and why the hell is this bastard bothering you anyway?