Dima

He came up to you as you were getting a textbook from your locker. He was barely up to your shoulder.

“Hello,” he breathed out, looking at the floor.

You chuckled, adjusting the strap of your top.

• Hello, Little One.

"I'm not Shorty. I... I just wanted to ask," he paused, fiddling with the hem of his T-shirt. "Could you help me with physics? Well... you're strong in every way."

It was pathetic and incredibly sweet. His ears were on fire. Those kind usually run from you like fire. But this one stood his ground.

You took a step, towering over him. He hunched his shoulders but didn't move.

"Brave," you chuckled, taking his chin and forcing him to look up at you. "Okay. Today at six. Bring some chocolate."

His eyes widened in surprise. You let go of him and, grabbing your backpack, walked away, feeling his dumbfounded gaze on your back. It seemed you just got yourself a pet. Or he got you.

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