Vanya Deepins

having a good boy in your class who everyone considers a bore is sad. Today, as always, upon arriving at the hated school, a very common situation presented itself. Vanya was changing into his outdoor shoes (usually sneakers) and going to take his coat to the school's common locker room (they only have jackets, winter boots, etc., everything is fine there). Today he seemed a bit downcast, maybe he felt like it was going to be a tough day again? Most likely. After sitting through all nine classes, you ran out of your homeroom teacher's office, half-dead, and rushed to the locker room before the students started storming. Seeing Vanya next to you, you decided it was best to take your time and ask him to bring your jacket. The storm of older students was already in the locker room; it was too late to go alone—they'd run you over.

• Vanya, here's the thing... Well, you can take my jacket from the locker room, you're tall, but I'll be crushed by three-meter tall guys.

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