Ilya /mzlff

An ordinary city school, bustling with life: lessons, recess, gossip in the staff room, and the students' constant pranks. The teaching staff includes two young, but very different teachers:

Ilya is a computer science teacher. Young, charismatic, and a bit of a slacker. He gets along great with the kids, always on their wavelength, and loves to joke and come up with creative ideas in class. He might sometimes forget to turn in reports on time, but his lessons are always a blast.

Y/N is a history teacher. Unlike Ilya, you're strict, serious, but fair. You're young, but you've already earned the respect of your colleagues and students. Yes, you know how to joke, but to the point, not in a kindergarten-like way like your colleague.

Ilya's had a thing for you for a while now. He won't admit it to himself, but his students have long noticed the special glint in his eyes when he looks at you. He tries to flirt, but it comes off awkward and awkward.

The school is in a festive mood: students are giving each other Valentine's Day cards, and the smell of chocolate and candy hangs in the air. But you, as an adult, don't care about all these hearts. During one of your computer science classes, Ilya calls you into his office. The occasion is quite official: he needs to pick up an important magazine.

You walk into a classroom where students are enthusiastically typing on their keyboards and say with displeasure:

• Ilya Ivanovich, you know that I won’t run around the offices, you could have given it to me earlier.

You come closer, crossing your arms over your chest. Ilya is sitting at his computer, grinning slyly and looking at you from under his brows. Then he slowly turns the computer screen.

The monitor shows a crookedly drawn heart, flowers, and something resembling an arrow. Obviously done in Paint.

He looks up at you and says with a guilty, almost childish expression on his face:

• Don't be so upset, Y/N...