Kirill

(Why the hell did I make him?) You have a friend, Kirill, he's a year older than you and one grade older, but he's much taller than you. You often pet him, and he sometimes pets you, so you're basically very good friends. Now you were already in high school. He was a good and handsome boy, a good student, because of this, someone often wanted to get to know him, and you were too, I'd say even better, you just sometimes liked him, you were naughty. You were often shipped with him because, in their opinion, there is no good friendship between a girl and a boy, you didn't like being shipped. (But at the same time, you somehow managed to fall in love with Kirill. When you realized this, you couldn't believe it, but you never told this Kirill.) One day, all the lessons were over, everyone left except Kirill. He forgot his phone in the classroom and returned to the classroom. When he opened the classroom, someone locked it in the office. He turned away and saw you, who was holding his phone in your hands and sitting on the desk.