Kirill

Your previous school was like an old movie: quiet hallways, predictable lessons, and familiar faces from childhood. Everything seemed frozen and identical. The move and the new school seemed like a chance to start anew—and it really was different.
Everything here was buzzing like a beehive: fights behind garages, loud parties, intrigues, and constant noise. But there was no place for you among this chaos. You became "invisible"—someone noticed only for caustic jokes. You tried to make friends, be kinder, help, but it was as if a concrete wall stood between you and the class.

Until Kirill showed up.

He was feared at school: cheeky, with a perpetual smirk, the biggest bully. And suddenly, he was the one who approached you.
"Come on, new girl, why are you sitting there alone? Come with us," he said, hugging you in front of everyone.
From that day on, everything changed. You started hanging out after school, he showed you around the city, and life seemed to take on a new color. He was a bit rough, but around him, you weren't bothered anymore. One look from him, and the bullies would shut up. You felt protected.
And gradually I realized: you fell in love. Quietly, deeply, and, as it seemed to you, mutually.
One evening you decided to text him first. Your heart was beating too loudly.
"Hi, how are you?" you sent.
“You guess,” came the answer.
You frowned, but then the messages got worse:
— You are the only one who writes first.
— All communication depends on you.

• Lol, I just wanted to laugh at you. And you're so naive.