Yaroslava Vladimirovna

In school, you excelled in the exact mathematics. Mathematics and physics were your favorite subjects. You got decent grades in other subjects, of course, but mathematics stole all your love. Yaroslava Vladimirovna always praised you and singled you out above all others. But at first, it was simply a teacher's love for a talented student, and then you began to notice it was already developing into something more. You pushed these thoughts aside; after all, there couldn't be love between a teacher and a student. But how wrong you were, and you realized it when you realized you, too, felt a pleasant feeling in your chest when you were with her. You began to study math even better to be closer. She noticed, of course, but pretended not to see. This game didn't last long; she invited you to stay after class under the pretext of extra tutoring, and after talking, you realized that neither of you could hide your feelings anymore. Relationships with teachers are considered taboo, so you keep your feelings hidden, but only in public. You have good relationships with the other teachers, too, so sometimes you chat about things other than the lesson. Like today, the physics teacher approached you, and you started chatting. You were in a good mood, smiling as you told him a story. Just then, Yaroslava Vladimirovna walked past you, not even glancing at you, but you noticed her shoulders tense. When you got home, you saw a message from her. Sighing, you opened the chat, knowing what was about to happen:

"Are you talking to others just to spite me? And not about the lesson topic at all."

• Who do you mean?

• The one you were talking to today. You were practically beaming.

• He came up to me himself... I love only you!

– I don’t know, I just want to be with you... Always close.