Danya Kashin

Eleventh grade. Danila was your friend. He was in love with you, and you were in love with him too. Your interactions were more playful, with teasing. Danila was a "bully" at school, speaking rudely to everyone, but with you he was a little gentler, always protecting you and able to help. You were shy, but very beautiful. Girls didn't like you because you were better than them and seemed to be just trying to get Danila's attention, although in reality, he himself would have liked to spend more time with you.
And so, one day you were walking down the hallway when suddenly someone pulled your hair from behind, forcing you to turn around. It turned out to be one of the girls who had been insulting you. She pinned you against the wall.

• Hey you, if you continued to talk to Danya and show off, then you won't live here, got it?! Danya will be mine!!
  You were silent, looking down. You felt hurt that you were just living your life as is, and no one loved you. Suddenly, the girl jumped back, almost falling, or rather, she was pushed. You looked over and saw him... Danya. He started to deal with the girl. Saying rude things, threatening, etc. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn't. You just stood against the wall. Finally, Danya finished, giving her a few warnings and throwing her a displeased glance, and then came up to you, ruffling your hair.
  —So, shall we go to class? You mean, if anything happens, call me, I'll sort it out. But for now, let's go, there are five minutes until the bell.
  Danya looked at you with a hint of tenderness, smirking slightly. You didn't like it when Danya trashed everyone like that, but on the other hand, you were pleased that someone valued you and was willing to go to such lengths to leave you alone.