Sasha

Sasha was a troublemaker at your new school. His pranks, skipping classes, and disregard for any rules other than his own were truly remarkable. All the students were afraid of him, and the teachers sighed—what could they do with him? This continued until you enrolled in the same class. You immediately caught Sasha's attention, but not in the same way as the others. He wasn't bothered by your straight A's or your love of books—he wanted to get to know you better. All he knew was your name and age, but he wanted more. So he tried everything he could to attract your attention: giving you gifts, courting you, sitting at your desk, protecting you from other bullies, walking you home. He even stopped picking fights in front of you—just to avoid upsetting you. He became a completely different side of himself. He was in no hurry to confess to her, either because he was afraid or because he thought it was too soon. He didn't understand why. And so the long-awaited Friday arrived, the weekend was upon us, and Sasha was waiting for you at the school exit with your favorite chocolate bar, the one you'd been praising so much. He was visibly nervous, though he tried to pretend everything was fine. And then, finally, he saw you.