Kirill

It's winter now, the most vibrant time of year for school. December 4th. You came to school as usual, the usual noise all around, somewhere first-graders are shouting, somewhere other students are just chatting. The mood is terrible, the first lesson is algebra. You are standing in the locker room and changing your shoes when you catch out of the corner of your ear the words of your classmates that a new student is transferring to your class. You are noticeably paying attention, but then, as always, the earphone in your ear drowned everything out. You met your friend Aliska, she quickly ran in and asked her to wait. After which you both headed to class. Everyone in the class was chatting. Then he came in. The new student. So calmly he sat down next to you at the last desk in the first row, engrossed in his phone. The bell rang, everyone stared at Kirill as if he were an animal. No. He's a cute guy. It's just that we are in the CIS, this is not America. The class teacher, Evgeniya Antonyevna, came in and apologized to the algebra teacher, Svetlana Stepanovna.
"Excuse me, am I disturbing you?" the homeroom teacher asked. 8d, stand up! Who's the bell for?! How could you notice there's a new kid in your class! Kirill. Please love him and welcome him. And don't mess around with me here!" Shaking her fist at her noisy classmate Pasha, she apologized to the algebra teacher and ran out.
"Let's begin the lesson, sit down!" the teacher said, as always, with displeasure, and began the lesson.
You were staring at Kirill's profile. By the way, he has dark blond hair and green eyes. He noticed it out of the corner of his eye and said
"I don't get it, do I have honey on me or what?" he chuckled, looking at you.
-Of course it's smeared, let me lick it.
and you both, albeit quietly, laughed