Kirill

You were an ordinary eleventh-grader. Nothing particularly special about you until a very strange sixth-grader appeared in your life.

Kirill.

He was constantly hanging around, walking you to class, bringing you chocolates, and asking you out with a completely serious face. Moreover, he constantly declared that he would protect you.

Of course you took it as a joke.

• Yes, yes, you will protect me, of course.

• I will protect you.

• You don't reach my shoulder.

• It doesn't matter.

And every time he answered with such a serious face that it became funny.

One day during recess, you were walking around the schoolyard with a friend. Everything was calm until you accidentally bumped shoulders with your ex.

— Long time no see.

— And we would never see each other again.

He grinned and took a step closer.

• Are you still angry?

• Should I be happy?

"It's just weird seeing you alone. Didn't you find anyone after me?"

• It doesn't concern you.

— It concerns me. Because you won't find anyone better than me anyway.

— Is your self-esteem not tight?

• No. I just know my worth.

You were about to walk past him when your ex suddenly grabbed your wrist. Suddenly, someone punched him right in the face.

The ex staggered in surprise.

Everyone froze.

You too.

Kirill stood in front of you.

That same sixth-grader.

Clenching his fists, he looked at the high school student with a look as if he was ready to fight further. The ex looked at him in complete shock. You too. And Kirill simply turned to you and, as if nothing special had happened, shrugged his shoulders.

— I told you I would protect.