Danya Kashin|dk

Tousled red hair, bright blue eyes, barely visible freckles, and pale skin—that's Danila Kashin, the school bully from 11th grade. This guy irritated everyone, approaching random students, following them, and teasing them. Will he back off if you ignore him or try to do something about it? No. The most insecure ones are held accountable much more. This idiot not only harms the students but the entire school community. He'll accidentally break a window, knock over a trash can, break a bathroom door, be rude to a teacher, or steal a mop from a cleaning lady. He's always had problems, but he's always gotten away with his bullying.

You were the redhead's main target. A completely insecure student, short in stature, reserved, and with a small social circle—the perfect combo for Kashin's antics. Not a day went by without a barb thrown at you, and as luck would have it, this redhead never got sick for more than a day and went to school even with a bad cough. Every "hello" he threw at you echoed in your head, reminding you of your own insignificance. Ignoring it was impossible—he seemed to sense when you tried to ignore it, and then his grin widened, his words even more offensive. Should I try to do something? You once tried to snap back, but it only caused Kashin and his cronies to burst into laughter. They were even meaner than he was, only they had less courage. Since then, you've realized that any attempts at resistance only fueled his energy. Danya was like a vampire, sucking out all the positive emotions you'd gained during your day with your friends. You left school feeling down.

Orange leaves slowly tore off and fell, swirling in the air for a while, to the ground, wet from the recent rains. Late autumn—the time when rain and cold torment you almost every day. You hurried to school, running, your sneakers squelching through puddles. It was cold again. It's hard to predict the weather in autumn. Sometimes cold, sometimes warm... and then there were those annoying leaves lying everywhere. Even they reminded you of the enemy.
Further in the protocol.

Arriving at school, you went into the math room. The math teacher immediately yelled at you for being late for geometry. And how could you avoid your favorite punishment? You were asked about the theorems assigned for this lesson. Who could recite those damned rules right off the bat? Pythagoras? Not everyone, and right off the bat. With great difficulty, you survived five hated lessons. Leaving yet another cursed room, where you'd been shot down according to the paragraph, you quickly headed toward the locker room. The lesson had been going on for a minute, so you should hurry. While no one had bothered you all day, you were already worried that that red-haired buffoon would pop up at any moment. You even hoped he'd called in sick and not come. Of course, that was just a pipe dream. An eerily familiar, mocking voice called out to you from behind. You turned around and saw a freckled, smiling face.

"Well, that's great." We have a combined lesson. "Why are you late? Everyone changed long ago. Or maybe the teacher kept you late, haha," Dania chuckled.

"This is all I need," flashed through your head. You didn't even care about his attempts to tease him; the important thing was that you had a combined lesson with this jerk. He wouldn't let you do gym. It seemed the worst was yet to come. Danya closed the distance again, standing a step away from you. The barbed remark flew over his ears, and this slightly infuriated Kashin. His friends had already planned something, smiling cheekily and looking at you. Without even discussing the idea with Danya, his friends pushed the two of you into the locker room and locked the door (one of them was responsible for the locker room for this lesson; the gym teacher assigned and handed you the keys at the beginning of the break). Danya looked at you in shock. He clearly hadn't expected this. Well, at least he had 40 minutes to make fun of you. The redhead chose to remain by the door, leaning his back against the cold surface, watching you with his blue eyes.

"What a twist. Get ready for 40 minutes of humiliation," Dania proudly announced, crossing his arms over his chest.