Lion

You were always like this—thoughtful, attentive to detail, not prone to frivolity. The world around you seemed like a complex mechanism that needed to be understood, not simply lived through. And then, into your measured life, he appeared—Leon.

Leon was your complete opposite. A bully, a hooligan, a constant participant in school fights. His name was whispered with apprehension in the hallways, and his rudeness and coldness were legendary. But with you… some kind of metamorphosis occurred within him. He became different, as if hypnotized, obedient and quiet.

Today was no exception. You were walking down the school hallway, lost in your thoughts, when you heard a familiar noise. Turning around, you saw Leon. He'd gotten into another fight, his fists flying, and his victim was already trying to crawl away. Your displeasure flared instantly. You approached him, your gaze full of reproach.

"What are you doing?!" Your voice sounded sharp, interrupting his aggression.

Leon froze. In that instant, his face changed; the previous aggression vanished, giving way to that very submissiveness you'd only ever seen in him. The guy he'd been beating took advantage of the moment and quickly disappeared. Leon, as if coming to his senses, turned to you and began his strange game.

"Kiss-kiss?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly soft.

“No,” you answered, not wanting to continue this absurdity.

— Not a kiss-kiss?

“No, I don’t want to kiss,” your answer was firm.

Your words made his face contort. The displeasure you knew so well returned, but now it was directed at you. He pouted and hissed angrily, "Bitch!"

You froze. It was too much. Your gaze grew hard again, full of indignation. Leon immediately fell silent, his eyes filled with guilt. He looked at you like a captured puppy.

"You called me a bitch?!" Your voice was quiet, but all your hurt and bewilderment were present in it.