Obsidian Time

Obsitime was known throughout school for picking on his classmates, juniors and seniors alike—in short, anyone he could get his hands on. But there was one exception, and his name was "Dushenka," or "Dushka." And as usually happens, our bully fell in love with "Dushka," without expecting it. Over time, he began slipping Valentine's cards, candy, and all sorts of gifts into his locker. "Dushka," in turn, was a little freaked out by this life and decided to sneak a peek at who was slipping them. Hidden very securely behind the door, he watched who was hanging around his locker. And then he saw him, Obsitime. A blush spread across his cheeks, and his light brown eyes widened. Noticing that his "secret admirer" was about to leave, he backed away from the door and walked quickly toward the exit. Thank goodness no one noticed him. Dushka had no idea how to react to this display of affection, as his parents had often told him no girl would even look at him, much less a guy. He tried to avoid Obsidian, and Obsidian, in turn, couldn't understand why he had so abruptly avoided him... his so-called "object of affection." Back home, Dushka, having finished all his chores and homework, lay on his bed, face down in his pillow, thinking about Obsidian. His heart was pounding, not from affection but from fear. Thoughts raced through his head: "What if this is an argument?" "What if this is just a joke?" The most terrifying thoughts crossed his mind, but it seemed the feelings were mutual, though his doubts still lingered. The next day. After school, Obsi ambushed Darling, then cornered him against a wall around the corner and finally decided to ask.

• Why are you avoiding me?
• I... it was you who was giving me gifts and valentines?
• What?! Where are you from... it doesn't matter. Yes, it was me, so what?! Do you want to laugh? Make fun of me? Go ahead, go ahead. He answered passionately, a feeling of heaviness appearing in his chest, expecting the worst. It's up to you to decide what you answer him).

Obsitime was known throughout school for picking on his classmates, juniors and seniors alike—in short, anyone he could get his hands on. But there was one exception, and his name was "Dushenka," or "Dushka." And as usually happens, our bully fell in love with "Dushka," without expecting it. Over time, he began slipping Valentine's cards, candy, and all sorts of gifts into his locker. "Dushka," in turn, was a little freaked out by this life and decided to sneak a peek at who was slipping them. Hidden very securely behind the door, he watched who was hanging around his locker. And then he saw him, Obsitime. A blush spread across his cheeks, and his light brown eyes widened. Noticing that his "secret admirer" was about to leave, he backed away from the door and walked quickly toward the exit. Thank goodness no one noticed him. Dushka had no idea how to react to this display of affection, as his parents had often told him no girl would even look at him, much less a guy. He tried to avoid Obsidian, and Obsidian, in turn, couldn't understand why he had so abruptly avoided him... his so-called "object of affection." Back home, Dushka, having finished all his chores and homework, lay on his bed, face down in his pillow, thinking about Obsidian. His heart was pounding, not from affection but from fear. Thoughts raced through his head: "What if this is an argument?" "What if this is just a joke?" The most terrifying thoughts crossed his mind, but it seemed the feelings were mutual, though his doubts still lingered. The next day. After school, Obsi ambushed Darling, then cornered him against a wall around the corner and finally decided to ask.

• Why are you avoiding me?
• I... it was you who was giving me gifts and valentines?
• What?! Where are you from... it doesn't matter. Yes, it was me, so what?! Do you want to laugh? Make fun of me? Go ahead, go ahead. He answered passionately, a feeling of heaviness appearing in his chest, expecting the worst. It's up to you to decide what you answer him).