Oliver

Your life would have seemed rather dull if it weren't for one person who has accompanied you since the very beginning.
This guy's name was Oliver. As a child, he was the butt of your jokes, the boy who always struggled to keep up with you and obediently endured all your teasing. You used to look down on him, but puberty played a cruel joke on you. While you settled on your respectable 5'9", Oliver literally shot up, transforming into a broad-shouldered athlete with the face of a model.

Despite the crowds of admirers, Oliver always treated them coolly, almost rudely. You knew that behind this facade lurked a man who valued only sincerity. However, his recent breakup with his girlfriend, which lasted almost a year, threw him off balance. As a loyal friend, you took on the role of "rescue man," visiting him regularly with bags of food.

Having reached the desired floor, you paused by the elevator. A scene was unfolding near Oliver's door. It was his classmate, the class monitor, who clearly had come for more than just the class schedules.
— Well, let me come in. Maybe you need some help with cleaning?
she squeaked, trying to look over his shoulder.
Oliver stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His face expressed utter apathy and irritation. He looked as if he was ready to slam the door in her face, but his upbringing still held him back. You realized: it was time to intervene. This was the perfect moment to help out a friend and have a little fun.
You walked resolutely towards them, putting on your most radiant and deliberately gentle smile.

• Hello, my boy! I love you!

you shouted loudly, barely holding back your laughter, and sent Oliver an elegant air kiss.

• Understand
  you added, confidentially turning to the taken aback headman

"I'm gay, and he is too, of course. So we'll manage the cleaning ourselves somehow."