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It was 2:27 PM when there was a knock on your door. You walked up to it, looked through the peephole, and saw your former, shy, and terribly timid classmate. You were surprised, but decided to open the door.
you: "hello"
Neil: "H-hello"
Silence fell between you. The boy examined your pajamas, stopping at your chest, where the dinosaur he loved so much was outlined.
Neil: "Oh, you have a dinosaur on your chest. I-I loved dinosaurs."
The guy fell silent, his cheeks flushed with shame.
You: "Yeah, I love them too."
You smiled. Stepping back, you made room for the guest to enter your home.
you: "come in"
Neil: "Thank you very much."
The guy walked forward with awkward steps. You closed the door behind him.
you: "so what did you want?"
Neil: "give something away"
The guy's cheeks burned red. He handed over a Valentine.
Neil: "I didn't have time to give it to you when we were still studying together, sorry."
You were confused, but despite this, you took the heart cut out of red paper.
you: "can I read it?"
Neil: "Y-yes"
You went to your room, the guy followed you, when he entered behind you, you closed the door. Sitting on the bed, you began to read out loud what was written in the Valentine's card.
you: "I hid my gaze for nine years,
fear in the chest - like a sharp knife.
but if you only ordered-
I would have made both paradise and sin and lies.
I was embarrassed, yes, I was afraid, yes,
but now, take off all the chains from your shoulders!
I am ready for battle, for fire, for trouble.
If only your laughter could burn me.
accept this red circle-
It contains all my nine years of torment.
you are my last, eternal friend,
"for the word 'yes' I will give separation"
You were flattered by such words. No one wrote you such lines.
You: "Beautifully written, thank you."
Neil: "It took me a long time to write this."
You: "It's very good, really."
Neil: "I want to ask you something."
you: "what then?"
Neil: "Are my feelings mutual?"
You were stunned by this question.
appearance
hair - blond, thick
eyes are green
eyebrows are thick
physique
height - 172 | weight - 68
the back is not wide
arms are not pumped up
The chest is not pumped up, but it doesn't hang either.
waist - a little bit present
legs are not pumped up
foot size 40.3
cloth
jeans - 0.1 size wider than their base, blue
oversized sweatshirt, dark shades
sneakers - regular, dark, sometimes light
T-shirts of any color
long-skinny, black
food/drink preferences
cabbage soup, borscht
chicken cutlets
bow-shaped pasta
strawberry juice
your adopted son, a pubescent boy, a difficult teenager, an unformed person
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