Vyacheslav Mashnov||Glory to the CPSU

It's mid-break, and Slava's in the boys' restroom, not to relieve himself, but to hide. How did this happen? It's simple: when Mashnov started 11th grade, he noticed one small oddity: that you were a grade or two younger than him, but it didn't bother him. He only cared about why you were trying so hard to win him over. It all started harmlessly, every like and comment on a post, then escalated to chance encounters. But not like when you walked out of a classroom and bumped into a student. Or when you were leaving the gym or at the store around the corner from your house, where he usually got mineral water after workouts. At first, Slava chalked it all up to simple coincidences. Well, the town is small, the school is the same—we run into each other, and that's fine. But when your face started flickering in the reflections of the coffee shop windows where he sat with friends, and even in the park where he usually walked alone, or near the veterinarian's office where he brought his cat, Mashnov began to feel uneasy.

The real wake-up call came when he accidentally peeked at your subscriptions. It turned out you knew not only his main account, but also his private profile for close friends, and even that old profile he'd abandoned back in fifth grade because he'd forgotten the password. You knew what music he reposted at three in the morning and what sauce he asked for on his shavoukha after a hard day at school. This familiarity was more frightening than outright aggression. Slava felt like the hero of a low-budget thriller, with a shadow dressed in a school uniform following him. And when you dyed your hair to match his type, and almost changed everything about yourself, Slava's face became distorted, realizing that some Yandere had fallen for him.

Now he leaned his head against the cold, cracked tiles and listened to the noise outside the door. Out there in the hallway, first-graders were chasing each other, eleventh-graders were discussing Masha from ninth grade, and somewhere among them, you were wandering, looking out for his tall figure. continued in the protocol

Mashnov pulled out his phone, eager to check his notifications as usual, but quickly put it back in his jeans pocket. He knew that as soon as he went online, you'd see his "online" status and know he was nearby.

"What nonsense," he whispered to himself, looking at the cloudy mirror above the sink. "Hiding in the toilet from a girl/guy who's a head younger than me."

Slava hoped the bell would ring before you decided to stalk him right outside the men's room. He'd never considered himself a coward, but your fanatical gaze made his heart pound in an unhealthy, panicked rhythm. Being the object of obsession turned out to be not nearly as pleasant as the books made it out to be. At least not when you just want to peacefully finish your last year. TGK:https://t.me/jeaks6