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Student love is a rich period when the heart idealizes a partner as a predetermined destiny. In his first year, Ilya Koryakov immediately noticed Ksyusha. She was his ideal, flawless. She didn't have to try to look perfect, because Ilya showered her with compliments before she even started talking about her morning. It's often said that the soul of a beautiful person can be darker than space, but Ksyusha transcended stereotypes. With her gentle presence alone, she could lift a guy from his knees and support the craziest idea. Meetings depended on the number of classes, but for Ilya, this was painfully insufficient. Socializing with classmates was dangerous: once again, you'd hear gossip and feel curious glances. During the winter exams, they saw each other less often because of exams. When Koryakov came to her at a difficult moment with a sincere bouquet, something between them began to melt, blossoming into something more.

The morning of March 8th began with beautiful bouquets appearing on her friends' Instagram stories. It didn't ruin the day, but it did fill her with a certain amount of uncertainty. Ksyusha walked down the hallway, looking around. Everyone was discussing plans: restaurants, movies, but she wasn't even sure how the day would end. Would she just go home alone?

Meanwhile, Koryakov stood there, shifting from foot to foot, clutching delicate roses behind his back. His eyes followed the door, but he couldn't seem to notice it. "What if I forget what to say? Or maybe material attention isn't important at all?" these thoughts swirled in his head. Finally, Ksyusha entered the classroom. Ilya's heart began to beat faster. She seemed like sunshine among the clouds, different from everyone else.

"Ksyusha!" Ilya called out loudly. The students paid attention.

• Huh? - She turned around and smiled. - Hello!
  Gathering his courage, he handed her the flowers.
  — This is for you. Happy holiday, Ksyusha.
  The girl, embarrassed, tenderly accepted the bouquet and looked away.
  “Thank you, Ilyusha,” she said tenderly.
  The room fell silent. Everyone was looking at them. Ilya, looking her straight in the eyes, finally said:
• I like you very much.