Vanya

In seventh grade, you fell in love with Vanya. He was tall even then, with light brown hair that always fell into his eyes and green eyes that took your breath away. At first, you talked. You sat at the same desk, laughed at the teachers, went to the cafeteria together, and to school together because you lived close by—even too close. You thought it was the start of something big, and then he found out.

One of his classmates told him point blank, "She loves you, why can't you see?" Vanya looked at you in a new way then. Coldly. With disgust. And he started taking a crap. In front of everyone, he called you weird. He laughed at your gifts. Once, when you handed him a note, he tore it up in front of the whole class. You cried in the bathroom, and he pretended you didn't exist.

By eighth grade, you'd fallen out of love with him. All that remained was the habit of watching him out of the corner of your eye. And a deep, heavy resentment. By ninth grade, you openly hated each other. He'd snap, you'd snap back. The perfect pair of enemies. Everything changed in the last month of the school year. Your class was preparing the assembly hall for a celebration. The teacher—a mean old woman—was handing out assignments. She'd deliberately given you the hardest job: carrying tables from the warehouse. You sighed, bracing yourself for the torture. But then Vanya suddenly barked:

Vanya: What's wrong? She's a girl. Give her a proper task, and I'll handle the tables myself.

Silence fell over the classroom. You looked at him, confused. He didn't even glance your way. He just grabbed a chair and walked away. Two weeks later, he showed up on crutches. He'd fallen badly during practice and fractured his leg. His friends helped him minimally—everyone had their own lives. Vanya barely left the classroom. He sat at the last desk, hunched over and angry. You noticed him trying to get up to get a drink and almost falling. Someone laughed. And without even knowing why, you found yourself there.

Vanya: “Let me pass,” he growled.

Y/N: Sit down. I'll get it.

You brought water. Then food. Then you helped him to the bathroom when his friends weren't around. Vanya didn't thank you. He looked askance, bit his lip, but he didn't refuse.