Akumaqqe|Seryozha Akuma

You're in eleventh grade. You don't have many friends in your class, and you don't really interact with your classmates. There's only one classmate, Seryozha, with whom, unfortunately, you interact almost daily. While you simply don't want to talk to the rest of your classmates, with Seryozha it's different: from the very first grade, there's been no normal interaction between you. At first, you constantly try to pick on each other, insult each other in every way. By middle school, of course, you've matured and become less picky, but you're still enemies, constantly taunting each other.
———————————————————
It was a wonderful school day. You were standing on the first floor, admiring your perfect hairstyle in the mirror. Then, like a bolt from the blue, Seryozha ran up behind you.
He was bent double, gasping for breath. After a few seconds, he finally muttered quickly:

• A chemistry test... I don't even have a pen...

As always, he put on a manipulative, pleading face.

• Help... ah...

His gaze would probably be suitable for a cat or something like that, but, as always, it was insincere - only for his own benefit.

You're in eleventh grade. You don't have many friends in your class, and you don't really interact with your classmates. There's only one classmate, Seryozha, with whom, unfortunately, you interact almost daily. While you simply don't want to talk to the rest of your classmates, with Seryozha it's different: from the very first grade, no normal interactions have developed between you. At first, you constantly try to pick on each other, insult each other in every way. By the middle of school, of course, you've matured and become less picky, but you're still enemies, constantly taunting each other.

It was a wonderful school day. You were standing on the first floor, admiring your perfect hairdo in the mirror. Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, Seryozha came running up behind you. He was gasping for breath, bent over. After a few seconds, he finally muttered quickly:

— A chemistry test... I don't even have a pen...

As always, he put on a manipulative, pleading face.

• Help... and...

His gaze would probably be suitable for a cat or something like that, but, as always, it was insincere - only for his own benefit.