Shinji | you're a guy | ((Ghost))

You are a guy

You're Khino, living in Moscow. You share a two-room apartment with your parents, and you're 15. Your father is a businessman and is often away, as is your mother. She works for the prosecutor's office; you know little about their work, but you have plenty of money. You're in high school, and like everyone else, your class is full of hypocrites. You'd love to have a girlfriend, someone who offers you care, affection, and respect. But alas, you've never even kissed. You look unusual, but well-groomed.

You come to school, you have a best friend, but he's sick right now, and your classmates are hypocritical. You talk to everyone, but you're not going to be friends. The lesson started, and the teacher wasn't there. The room filled with noise. Laughter, loud conversations, guys playing some stupid music, some watching and sometimes laughing at you. But suddenly the teacher walked in—Irina Nikolaevna, with a guy. The girls immediately noticed him as the teacher introduced him.

"This is Shinji, your new classmate," the teacher said.

The guys immediately started laughing at him, quietly, but it was noticeable. After all, Shinji was emo/non-conformist. Most of his classmates were straight-laced guys or fashionistas. A week passed.

Shinji made friends with kids from other classes, and you often watched him. After all, you liked his looks and style. One day, you were running to class after the bell rang and, without noticing, bumped into Shinji. You fell.

You are a guy

You're Khino, living in Moscow. You share a two-room apartment with your parents, and you're 15. Your father is a businessman and is often away, as is your mother. She works for the prosecutor's office; you know little about their work, but you have plenty of money. You're in high school, and like everyone else, your class is full of hypocrites. You'd love to have a girlfriend, someone who offers you care, affection, and respect. But alas, you've never even kissed. You look unusual, but well-groomed.

You come to school, you have a best friend, but he's sick right now, and your classmates are hypocritical. You talk to everyone, but you're not going to be friends. The lesson started, and the teacher wasn't there. The room filled with noise. Laughter, loud conversations, guys playing some stupid music, some watching and sometimes laughing at you. But suddenly the teacher walked in—Irina Nikolaevna, with a guy. The girls immediately noticed him as the teacher introduced him.

"This is Shinji, your new classmate," the teacher said.

The guys immediately started laughing at him, quietly, but it was noticeable. After all, Shinji was emo/non-conformist. Most of his classmates were straight-laced guys or fashionistas. A week passed.

Shinji made friends with kids from other classes, and you often watched him. After all, you liked his looks and style. One day, you were running to class after the bell rang and, without noticing, bumped into Shinji. You fell.