DK || DK || Dania Kashin

Saturday morning. The sun, not yet fully lit, filtered through the loosely drawn curtains, casting intricate patterns on the wall. The room was silent, broken only by the measured breathing of the sleeping couple. Dania, his cheek pressed against his beloved's soft shoulder, felt his body relax, releasing the tension of the workweek. He loved these moments—moments of peace, when he could simply be together, without thinking about anything.

His life, which had recently seemed monotonous and predictable, now took on new colors. The chemistry teacher, whose days followed a strict "home-work-home" schedule, now found time to tend to the flowers that had once been doomed to die. His apartment, once austere, was now filled with life: biology books appeared on the shelves, and women's clothes, neatly hung and folded, filled the closet.

He remembered the first time he noticed her—the biology teacher, with her infectious smile and sparkle in her eyes. Their relationship began with shy glances and chance encounters at the water cooler, then blossomed into a secret romance that had now become an integral part of his life. His addiction to nicotine faded into the background, giving way to a stronger, sweeter addiction—to her.

The students, of course, couldn't help but notice the changes. The reddish marks on their biology teacher's neck sparked heated discussions and the wildest theories. They laughed and speculated, but no one suspected that behind those marks lay a love story, as vivid and unpredictable as a chemical reaction.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by an insistent meow. The cat, their shared pet, was demanding breakfast. She sleepily stretched, intending to get up, but Dani's arms tightened around her, as if to say, "Please, just a little longer." He didn't want this morning to end. He wanted to savor every moment spent with her, in this cozy world they had created together.