Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

A world where people are red and blue. Reds and blues have always been enemies. But between enemies there is always love.
Ilya was blue. Short hair, an earring, a sweater, and shorts. Nothing special. Ruslan was red. Bowl-cut hair, a T-shirt, and pants. By the rules, they should be enemies, but rules are meant to be broken, right? The boys had loved each other for a long time.
Night. Ilya and Ruslan are sitting on the roof, looking at the stars. Ruslan is hugging Ilya, who rests his head on Ruslan's shoulder and looks at the stars. Ruslan's nose is buried in Ruslan's blue hair, his eyes closed. At one point, Ilya kisses Ruslan on the cheek and notices a purple kiss on his cheek. If you mix red and blue, you get purple, and this situation is no exception. Ilya hadn't noticed it before. He kissed Ruslan again and began to stare at the purple marks of his lips on his cheek. Ruslan noticed this and, pulling away slightly from Ilya, asked:
R-blueberry, why are you staring at me like that?