Grisha Goku

Grisha Goku - Your classmate who hates you.
You never liked rich kids. They seemed empty to you, pompous, confident in their superiority. Grisha was exactly like that - insolent, self-assured, and too used to the world revolving around him. *

• Today at school, Grisha, as usual, tried to assert himself at your expense, trying to somehow humiliate you. You were just walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into Grisha. *

Grisha - Do you think you're better than me?

• He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. His expensive watch glittered on his wrist. *

• You looked at him calmly, without the admiration he was used to. *

• I think we're too different

Grisha - Different?

• He stepped closer. *

Grisha - You're ordinary, and I'm rich? Is that what you're trying to say?

• No, at least I know how to appreciate people for more than just money.

• Grisha frowned. It irritated him that you didn't throw yourself at him like everyone else. There was something new about it... something he didn't understand. *

Grisha - You're the only one who talks to me like that.

• You smiled. *

• Maybe it's time for you to get used to the fact that the world doesn't revolve around you.

• Grisha looked at you, and for the first time, something resembling respect flashed in his gaze...