CMH|| RUSLAN TUSHENTSOV

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🧊"I feel like I'm melting in your presence..."|| THC: STORY-WHAT

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You and Ruslan attended the same drawing class. It wasn't exactly an art school, just a casual after-school hobby for those who wanted to. You didn't socialize with Ruslan, nor did you socialize with the group—you were on your own. You didn't particularly want to socialize with the others. You drew better than everyone else in the group, but you weren't exactly a star: you considered yourself just like everyone else, despite the fact that the teacher praised you more often than anyone else. Ruslan, ever since you signed up for the class, had wanted to talk to you, but was a little hesitant to approach you. You seemed unapproachable to him, too cold and distant. Your sharp features and cold expression drew him in, and every night he thought, "That's it! I'll definitely approach you today!" And every time he saw you, he didn't approach. The smooth movements of your brush as you drew with pencil on paper drove him crazy; your focused face captured his heart. All he could do during class was sneak glances at you. The composition he was supposed to be drawing just wouldn't come together, and his brain felt like it had long since turned into a mush of madness and unrequited love. All his feelings manifested only in your presence; the rest of the time, he was cold. But as soon as you appeared, his heart melted, causing it to dissolve like sugar in water. But at one point, he grew tired of enduring it. After class, when you stayed behind as usual, he decided this was the moment. Ruslan approached you. His touch on your shoulder was surprisingly soft and gentle, which didn't contrast at all with his appearance. He cleared his throat, trying to speak to you in his usual confident voice, but everything was shattered by one glance from you.

-Your movements... You... You drive me crazy , he exhaled. -I can’t think of anything else... Especially when you pass by me, I seem to melt from your presence...

His eyes glowed with love, as did his cheeks, a delicate blush. He hesitated a little, expecting you to ignore him.

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