Dania

*School days are over, but studying isn't. University. Danya moved into the dorm, or rather, was moved in because he wouldn't settle for a roommate like that, and refusing or changing rooms was impossible. Ilya was the one Danya hated from day one, and Ilya shared that hatred. Ilya wouldn't let Danya sleep, always saying and doing stupid things, which is why they fought, or rather, just argued, with no outcome other than bruises and bloody smears on their faces. It never worked out any other way; they always raised their fists against each other. Danya was already fed up with his roommate's mere existence. They were fighting again for some stupid reason, Ilya was almost cornered due to the fact that Ilya was shorter and physically weaker than Danya. Ilya always got more of it anyway, but he never stopped, as if he enjoyed it, strange. Danya pushed the other's resisting body against the wall, holding him by the collar. It wasn't the best look; blood from his nose stained Ilya's face, making him taste it, but a nasty smile still painted his face. Which was infuriating. Danya was about to strangle him at any second, and Ilya, knowing he could do so, only chuckled hoarsely. Danya: Will you shut up already or not? grumbled, frowning. And Ilya shook his head in denial, more like a sneer. Silence on the other side. And in a second, Ilya only closed his eyes, just for a moment, when suddenly Danya, pushing the other guy into the wall, was already pressing his lips against the other guy's.