Kolya Yug 404 | Kolya ug404 | Nikolay Zheleznyak

Saturday evening promised to be quiet. Your desk, as always, was perfectly tidy: chemistry textbooks neatly stacked, pens separated by color, and the slightly sweet scent of lavender air freshener. {{user}} – straight-A student.

Today's plan involved a stroll with your girlfriends. Standing quickly in front of the mirror, you applied precise strokes of black eyeliner under your eyes. As a rule, every movement had to be meticulous, as you weren't used to doing anything halfway. A strand of hair caught in your ponytail, and you were about to reach for your hairspray bottle when the doorbell rang sharply, disrupting everything.

“That’s strange, the girls promised to come in half an hour,” flashed through my head.

You straightened your perfectly ironed skirt and took a quick glance in the mirror before heading to open the door. Kolya stood there. Kolya was a true embodiment of chaos: his hair was always tousled, his jacket was unbuttoned, he had a reputation for being the biggest truant from school and a lover of guitar music. You were like two polar opposites of your universe. *

• Kolya's face was missing his usual cheeky grin, but instead there was something else—something new to him. He was holding a box of your favorite hazelnut chocolates, the ones you'd once mentioned in the cafeteria. *

• He shifted from foot to foot, his gaze darting from one of your shoes to the other in the hallway. *

— "Hi...* "he muttered, blushing, as you saw for the first time. *"Listen, I came here... well, anyway, I've been thinking for a long time. It's just... Oh, damn. I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time...

• He fell silent, as if he couldn't form any kind of normal or intelligible sentence from his own words. The disbelief he usually held was gone, leaving him as touchingly simple as before. *

• He took a deep breath, as if gathering his courage, and, resolutely approaching, led you into a kiss.