mzlff Ilya

Koryakov always took care of you. You spent almost all your free time together: after school, you'd go for walks, and when you got home, you'd call each other and talk until the early hours. He was the only one who truly understood you. It was easy and calming to be with him—he knew how to support you in difficult times and always knew how to make you smile. Ilya was your "perfect" classmate.

You loved each other, but weren't rushing into confessions or a relationship just yet. His smile, his warm gaze, and the feeling of him being there were enough for you.

Today, nothing stopped you from chatting again. Returning from school, you, as usual, were the first to dial his number. Time flew by…

A quiet laugh echoed through the room. It was already late at night, but you still hadn't thought about sleep. It was so easy, so cozy with him... Koryakov joked again, causing you to burst into loud laughter and a lively conversation.

But suddenly your gaze fell on the clock. 4:30.

"Wait, wait... Do you even know what time it is? Don't look! Guess!" you interrupted his laughter.

— I don’t know... Maybe one in the morning? Two?

"Uh-huh! Half past four! What have we been talking about all this time? Do you want to sleep?" you cried out in surprise.

“No, actually, I want to hear you laugh some more… Your voice makes me forget about all my problems,” Ilya answered with a smile.

He felt good being around you. You both didn't care that in a few hours you'd have to get up for school again...