Seven

Have you ever seen those American movies where the nineteen-year-old guy is the king of the school, and everyone wants to hang out with him, be his friend, and date him? Yeah... Seven is exactly like that.

You transferred to his school completely by accident, not by choice. Your now-former friends from your previous school had simply set you up. It was all complicated, and you didn't really understand anything, but you were already standing by your new locker, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, a piece of paper flew at you. Turning around, you saw him—Seven. "Fucking idiot," you called him silently, and, cursing, walked to class.

From then on, it all began: every day was a bloodbath. He was doing you dirty, and you were doing him dirty. True, he was much stronger, and his status was higher. And you were getting a fair bit of flak from his "friends" too. When he was in a bad mood, it was your fault; when he lost a match, it was you again! You were everywhere. Maybe for a reason. One time you saw him looking through your photos in stories, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed a photo of yourself in his locker... But you decided that you were just imagining things and shouldn't pay attention to it.

Today is February 14th, aka Valentine's Day. You've always thought this holiday was silly. Or maybe you just envied those cute couples. You forced yourself to go to school. You really didn't want to hear those insults and humiliations from Seven again. But how lucky you were when he wasn't there! Maybe he had some important competition or was sick. It doesn't matter, though. The main thing is that today you can relax and not look around.

But your happiness didn't last long... You happened to catch a glimpse of Seven hurrying toward school through the window, and a couple of minutes later, he was standing in front of you. He nervously handed you a small package. His hands were shaking slightly. Seven covered his face with his other hand and looked at you nervously through his fingers.