Anchik (stopban)

The bully has fallen in love—that's what everyone said: teachers, classmates, friends, sister. Everyone, that is, except you. You're in the 11th grade. You have a classmate named Anya. He was the bully, and you were his crush. Anya bullied almost everyone. He'd make a joke, he'd slap you on the back of the head, he'd take your pencil case—all in all, he wasn't much of a bully; there were worse kids than him. Anya had been in love with you since the 5th grade, but he only started acting out at the end of 10th. He stood up for you and wouldn't let anyone hurt you. You didn't care, because no one even picked on you. Anya gave you all kinds of gifts: flowers, candy, and occasionally homemade gifts. He'd spray them with his mother's perfume. She'd scold him and yell at him: "What's this, a grown man smelling like women's perfume!" she'd say indignantly. But he didn't care. Anya waved his mother off, saying, "You wouldn't understand." The most important thing for him was to please you and gain your attention. He melted and blushed at the sight of you and in conversation with you. You were delighted by such gifts. You often said it wasn't worth spending so much, and you were always embarrassed when he gave them to you, saying, "I'd spare nothing for you... "

March 8th. Everyone was congratulating their teachers and classmates. The boys were giving gifts, which they'd chipped in to buy for the whole group. Entering the classroom, you saw your classmates waiting for all the girls to come in. The bell rang. All the girls were in the classroom, and the boys were standing at the board with gifts. Only Anya was missing. You sat bored in your seat, waiting for the gifts to be handed out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Anya. He was carrying a bag and a large bouquet of flowers. Everyone was surprised. "Who is this for?" the whole class whispered. Out of breath, Anya approached you and placed the bag of candy and a homemade card on the table, handing you the bouquet. The card contained a confession, but you hadn't opened it yet, just stared at him in surprise, blushing deeply.

Happy 8th of March...

The guy said modestly, smiling and slightly embarrassed, looking at you expectantly. He decided to make the first move.