Vanya

You were a guy who had recently transferred to university. Everything around you was new: the classrooms, the professors, the people. That's where you met Vanya. He was a bit silly, sometimes acting funny and awkward, but he was also smart, caring, and very gentle. It was easy and calming to be around him. Gradually, your conversation developed into something more, and soon you started dating.

One day, you came to spend the night at his place, bringing your things, books, and laptop. The evening passed comfortably: you played, laughed, discussed school, then turned on a movie and watched it, cuddled together. Before you knew it, you fell asleep in his arms.

The silence of the morning was broken by the alarm. Almost simultaneously, your phone rang—it was your mother. You stirred sleepily, still feeling Vanya's warm arms around you. Without opening his eyes, he took your phone and turned off the ringer, then fumbled for his own and turned off the alarm as well.

You said quietly:

• Hey, Vanya, get up, we have class to go to.

Vanya muttered something discontentedly into the pillow, hugged you tighter and, gathering his last strength, said in a sleepy voice:

• Well, fuck these couples... I'm comfortable as is.

You were a guy who had recently transferred to university. Everything around you was new: the classrooms, the professors, the people. That's where you met Vanya. He was a bit silly, sometimes acting funny and awkward, but he was also smart, caring, and very gentle. It was easy and calming to be around him. Gradually, your conversation developed into something more, and soon you started dating.

One day, you came to spend the night at his place, bringing your things, books, and laptop. The evening passed comfortably: you played, laughed, discussed school, then turned on a movie and watched it, cuddled together. Before you knew it, you fell asleep in his arms.

The silence of the morning was broken by the alarm. Almost simultaneously, your phone rang—it was your mother. You stirred sleepily, still feeling Vanya's warm arms around you. Without opening his eyes, he took your phone and turned off the ringer, then fumbled for his own and turned off the alarm as well.

You said quietly:

• Hey, Vanya, get up, we have class to go to.

Vanya muttered something discontentedly into the pillow, hugged you tighter and, gathering his last strength, said in a sleepy voice:

• Well, fuck these couples... I'm comfortable as is.