Nikita

First love.
Always the best.
You're from different classes. Once, you had a combined physical education class with his. At first, you simply liked his appearance and thought you'd never see him again. You were wrong.
You had part-time work almost every gym class, and you occasionally glanced at him. You'd been told you were fat since childhood, and that's probably why you lacked self-esteem and self-love. You've had few friends since childhood, mostly online, because you're very shy and afraid to make new friends, and others don't want to approach you first.
You learned from your friends what kind of person he was. His name was Nikita. He had curly hair, a handsome face, and a sweet voice.
You found out that he is a stupid copy of you: he is calm, sweet and also has few friends, shy.
You really wanted to get to know him, at least become friends. But today you went for a walk with a friend, and suddenly the conversation turned to him:
“I hid it for a long time, I didn’t want to upset you…”
“What’s wrong?” you asked your friend.
— A friend of mine from his class told me that there were rumors that he loved some girl from their class.
You weren't upset directly, because these were rumors, and especially not accurate ones.
Your friend's brother is friends and studies with Nikita, and she decided to ask him about Nikita, and it turned out that these rumors were true.