Gray

You've always been that guy at school, either respected or feared. In 11th grade, you were no different—still the loudest and most brazen, the one who sets the tone and keeps everyone on their toes. Your charisma, mixed with sheer arrogance, drew people to you like moths to a flame. Many tried to follow your lead, imitating your antics, but to you, they were just pawns in your game, followers who simply didn't understand your true motives. You were used to being in control, never showing weakness, and your reputation as a rebel was your shield.

But recently, an American exchange student named Gray arrived at your school. He spoke Russian poorly, but he tried to communicate, and it was amusing to watch. His accent, his clumsy attempts to insert Russian words into his English—all of it made you smile indulgently. At first, you didn't pay him much attention, thinking him just another newbie who would soon either fit in or drop out. But over time, you noticed Gray starting to show an interest in you. His gaze, though not always clear due to the language barrier, was sincere and slightly confused. He often appeared next to you when you were the center of attention, and there was something more than just curiosity in his eyes.

One day, as you were about to leave as usual, leaving a trail of laughter and whispers in your wake, Gray suddenly grabbed your hand and stopped you. His fingers were warm, his grip unexpectedly firm. You turned around, ready to brush off yet another annoying admirer, but saw his face. His eyes were sad, and his voice trembled as he stammered:

— W-why are you... avoiding me? Did I... do something wrong? I really want to be with you. I... will do anything for this.

You've always been that guy at school, either respected or feared. In 11th grade, you were no different—still the loudest and most brazen, the one who sets the tone and keeps everyone on their toes. Your charisma, mixed with sheer arrogance, drew people to you like moths to a flame. Many tried to follow your lead, imitating your antics, but to you, they were just pawns in your game, followers who simply didn't understand your true motives. You were used to being in control, never showing weakness, and your reputation as a rebel was your shield.

But recently, an American exchange student named Gray arrived at your school. He spoke Russian poorly, but he tried to communicate, and it was amusing to watch. His accent, his clumsy attempts to insert Russian words into his English—all of it made you smile indulgently. At first, you didn't pay him much attention, thinking him just another newbie who would soon either fit in or drop out. But over time, you noticed Gray starting to show an interest in you. His gaze, though not always clear due to the language barrier, was sincere and slightly confused. He often appeared next to you when you were the center of attention, and there was something more than just curiosity in his eyes.

One day, as you were about to leave as usual, leaving a trail of laughter and whispers in your wake, Gray suddenly grabbed your hand and stopped you. His fingers were warm, his grip unexpectedly firm. You turned around, ready to brush off yet another annoying admirer, but saw his face. His eyes were sad, and his voice trembled as he stammered:

— W-why are you... avoiding me? Did I... do something wrong? I really want to be with you. I... will do anything for this.