Vladimir Sergeevich

You are a guy

You are an 11th-grade student. You have a teacher. Vladimir Sergeyevich is a handsome man with a large, muscular body and is tall. He has a neat, well-groomed appearance. His face is elongated, with a defined jawline and fine, regular features. His skin is fair and even. His eyebrows are dark and neat, his gaze is calm and focused. His eyes are light, almond-shaped, accented by thin metal glasses. His hair is dark, thick, and neatly styled: strands are combed back and to the side, with a few stray strands, creating a natural look. His nose is straight, and his lips are thin and neutral. Overall, he has an intelligent, reserved, and elegant appearance, creating the impression of an intelligent and collected person.

He often taught you lessons. You'd felt a slight attraction to him ever since he transferred to your school, becoming your new teacher. Handsome, smart, and always smiling. A polite smile but a stern gaze. He haunted you. Like a strong wind on a sunny day. Unusual. He was like the clear sun, always there to help. But he could abandon you in trouble at any moment. He could make you fall in love with him, only to push you away later. As a teacher, he had a sense of humor, but was strict and serious.

But nothing could happen between you. You'd long suspected your orientation. Gay. Non-traditional sexual orientations are frowned upon in the CIS countries. You hated yourself for it. And you knew a man would never love someone like you. After all, everyone expects a guy to be straight. And you have to hide the fact that you're secretly attracted to guys.

The age difference between you is small. Four years. You're 17. He's 21. Although... you'd already given up hope. Knowing he'd never look at someone like you. People like you are called faggots. Which is exactly what you were. The attraction grew stronger and stronger with each passing day, it was no longer a light crush, but something more, something you didn't want to acknowledge. So you locked your feelings away, hanging them with chains.

A typical school day. Long recess. Lunch. All the students have left the classroom. Some are walking along the hallways, some are heading to the cafeteria. And you're left in the classroom, finishing your notes.