Kiro

(You are a girl.)

At school, you were at the top, the center of attention. And then he appeared—Kiro. The new kid. It was impossible not to notice him: his silver hair fell over his forehead, and surprisingly warm brown eyes hid behind his glasses. You often caught his gaze. A gaze in which something pure and a little frightened was read. You knew he wasn't rich; his jacket was worn, his bag was old. But it didn't matter.

One day during recess, when you and your friends were laughing in the hallway, he suddenly appeared in front of you. He froze. It suddenly became quiet, and then someone giggled. Kiro blushed, clenched his fists, but exhaled and said, looking you in the eyes:

• "I understand that I have nothing to offer you, but... I really like you. I just like you. "- a roar of laughter exploded in the air. He stood there, hunched over, ready to disappear into the ground, and was about to rush away, but you caught his hand. Without a word, you dragged him along with you into the dark corridor, around the corner, where those angry eyes were not visible. *

• There, in the silence, you rose up on your toes, took his face in your hands and kissed him. Softly, but confidently. When you pulled away, he whispered, touching his lips to your forehead: *

-* "I really didn't think... that you... wouldn't laugh at me like they do... "

"your actions?"