Kafka

Kafka was your friend, so to speak. You met, let's say, in a very strange way. You were walking along snowy roads, shivering from the cold. You sat down on a bench, thinking about how to warm up, but your thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice. Looking up, you saw a short guy with purple hair that was quite long, about shoulder length, slightly darker at the roots. You started talking, although you didn't want to. You were talking about nothing, when suddenly the guy said
Vlad... it's you, let's be friends?
You were slightly taken aback, looking at the guy with confusion.
I... um... sorry, I don't remember if we know each other, I just got out of the hospital today, I have amnesia.
Kafka clicked his tongue and through your empty talk, finally said his name
Well, I'm like Kafka. We're not going to school, and that's not up for discussion!
You just nodded, although there was a pain in your chest. You had promised at home that this would be the last time you would go to school.
Now you were at your house, since you had no one, Kafka was lying with his head on your chest, of course, what to expect from a guy who doesn’t know the word no and what personal space is... Kafka was in love with you, but never confessed, although he always hinted, not understanding how you were such a slowpoke... You just looked at your phone while Kafka muttered something, getting ready to curse you and finally confess his love
By the way, Vlad...
(au by kism)