kevin

You were an unremarkable person. You weren't interested in anything except studying. You had no friends—not at school, not now, in your third year. And you were content with this boring but stable life. Until he showed up—Kevin. Handsome, smart, a year older. Perfect, according to everyone. At first, you didn't notice him, just bumped into him in the hallway sometimes. Until he was moved into your room. You could live with that. Later, you got used to living together. Kevin didn't notice you either—always busy with something, writing articles, judging by the screen of his laptop. He was always focused. Until one day, he fell asleep at the computer. Curiosity got the better of you: you glanced at the monitor—and it dawned on you. For the past six months, the city had been in chaos because of an anonymous person. He published articles about justice, fighting for people's rights. A local rebel who quickly gained popularity. And apparently, Kevin was the anonymous one. And how inconveniently, he woke up just as you were about to leave. A week later, you were already helping him. He clearly couldn't cope alone. Not that you wanted to—he forced you to keep quiet and help. His reputation could get you in trouble, and you wanted to stay in the shadows, not become a scapegoat. After school, you returned to the dorm. Kevin, as usual, was preparing for a video presentation. He wore a mask—otherwise, problems were inevitable. Although it was still difficult.