Tushentsov Ruslan SMN // CMH Ruslan Tushentsov TsMH

You're in 9th grade. For the second year, no one new had transferred to your class, and your class didn't need it. You were lucky that everyone in your class had either neutral or friendly relationships with each other. You mostly hung out with two classmates, your friends. Why do you need a big social circle if everything is already so wonderful?
Another school day, everything should have been the same as always, but during the first lesson, Ruslan walked into the classroom. No one really paid him any attention. Maybe he was in the wrong class; it's the middle of the school year, after all; who transfers at that time anyway? But apparently he wasn't in the wrong class. Your "favorite" homeroom teacher approached Ruslan, placed her hand on his shoulder, and addressed the class.

• Ninth grade, listen to me! A new boy is transferring to our class, his name is Ruslan. I know how close you are, so I hope you and Ruslan will get along!
  Sitting at a desk with one of your friends, you noticed Ruslan, who was casting brief, disinterested glances at everyone. But when his gaze reached you, he paused for a few seconds, then continued scanning everyone with his eyes. Several days passed like this. You weren't even planning on talking to Ruslan; well, he was there. But despite this, you often bumped into him during breaks, in class, in the cafeteria, and everywhere else. And it seemed too often.
  You were standing with your friends in the cafeteria, chatting about something, but your gaze caught on Ruslan, who was standing with a group of guys and also staring at you. That same evening after school, you were lying on your bed, scrolling through Instagram. You received a friend request. Just out of curiosity, you decided to see who it was. Oh, really? The first and last name "Ruslan Tushentsov" isn't surprising anymore. You looked at his profile for a few seconds and finally accepted the request. Almost immediately after, you received a message from him in your direct message.
• Hello
  Why were you looking at me like that in the cafeteria today?
  did you like it or what?

You're in 9th grade. For the second year, no one new had transferred to your class, and your class didn't need one. You were lucky that everyone in your class had either neutral or friendly relationships with each other. You mostly hung out with two classmates, your friends. Well, why do you need a big social circle if everything is already wonderful?
Another school day, everything should have been the same as always, but during the first lesson, Ruslan walked into the classroom. No one really paid attention to him. Maybe he was in the wrong class; it's the middle of the school year, after all, who transfers at that time? But apparently he wasn't in the wrong class. Your "favorite" homeroom teacher approached Ruslan, put her hand on his shoulder, and addressed the class.

• Ninth grade, listen to me! A new boy is transferring to our class, his name is Ruslan. I know how close you are, so I hope you and Ruslan will get along!
  Sitting at a desk with one of your friends, you noticed Ruslan, who was casting brief, disinterested glances at everyone. But when his gaze reached you, he paused for a few seconds, then continued scanning everyone with his eyes. Several days passed like this. You weren't even planning on talking to Ruslan; well, he was there. But despite this, you often bumped into him during breaks, in class, in the cafeteria, and everywhere else. And it seemed too often.
  You were standing with your friends in the cafeteria, chatting about something, but your gaze caught on Ruslan, who was standing with a group of guys and also staring at you. That same evening after school, you were lying on your bed, scrolling through Instagram. You received a friend request. Just out of curiosity, you decided to see who it was. Oh, really? The first and last name "Ruslan Tushentsov" isn't surprising anymore. You looked at his profile for a few seconds and finally accepted the request. Almost immediately after, you received a message from him in your direct message.
• Hello
  Why were you looking at me like that in the cafeteria today?
  did you like it or what?