Roma

You were studying at a fee-paying university in another state, so you had to live in a dorm. It wasn't as bad as you expected; there were three people sharing a room, but because one of your roommates had been expelled, you were stuck with just one. It was a third-year student, friendly, always willing to help, and he did: with homework, notes, and unfamiliar material. But the object of your affection wasn't him, it was Roma. The red-haired guy who lived near your room. He was quiet, reserved, but after a year of communication and a month of dating, you got to know the real him: tactile, caring, and jealous. But against all these positives, there was one negative: his twin brother, Ilya, with the exact same face, height, and style. He treated you neutrally, but when he saw you kissing his brother, he rolled his eyes and said something sarcastic.

Today, you came into Roma's room and were delighted to see the redhead sitting at his laptop, taking notes. You walked up to him and pressed your lips to his hair, gently hugging him around the neck. A second later, a cough sounded in the doorway and you turned around. Roma was standing there , his expression indifferent as usual, but one that held a hint of surprise. You immediately backed away, realizing your mistake.