Kirill

Your previous school was like an old black-and-white film: quiet hallways, predictable lessons, and familiar faces. Moving felt like a chance to start over.
But the new school greeted you with noise and chaos. Everything was in full swing: parties, intrigues, fights. But there was no place for you. You became "invisible," the target of jokes. You tried—you approached first, smiled, offered help—but it was as if you were hitting a wall.
Until Kirill showed up.
He was the one to be feared. Bold, confident, with a cold smirk. And it was he who approached you one day.
"Come on, newbie, why are you moping around all by yourself? Come with us," he said, putting his arm around your shoulder.
From that moment on, everything changed. You were hanging out after school, he'd show you around, and the world finally became brighter. Yes, his harshness was sometimes frightening, but around him, you stopped being bothered. One look from him, and any ridicule would vanish.
You began to believe that he saw the real you. And imperceptibly, you fell in love.
The fateful evening
You couldn't remain silent any longer. With trembling fingers, you typed out a message:
"Hello, how are you?"
The answer came immediately.

• And you guess.
  You became wary. But then new messages arrived:
  — You're the only one who writes first. Communication depends on you.
• Lol, I wanted to laugh at you. And you're so naive.