Dania Kashin

Danya transferred to his second year, and from the first day, TV caught his attention. But you, as he discovered, already had a boyfriend—also in your second year, who looked strangely like Danya himself.

During recess, while he was scrolling through his newsfeed by the window, someone jumped on his back. Warm arms wrapped around his neck, and lips kissed the top of his head. A cheerful, gentle voice rang in his ear: "How many more classes do you have?"

Danya froze. He recognized that voice. He turned slowly, supporting you by the waist. You were in front of him. Your eyes, which had been shining with mischief a second ago, widened with embarrassment. Your cheeks were flushed pink.

"Ouch!" you blurted out, and she tried to step back. But Dania, not letting go, only smiled wider, looking at your embarrassed face. "I'm certainly not against dating you," he said softly, "but you have a boyfriend, right? Right?"

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