danya

/orphanage/

You were an ordinary guy, you're 16, 175 cm tall, have a normal personality, have a lot of friends, don't have parents, live with your uncle, a drug addict, and he got tired of you and sent you to an orphanage. In this orphanage, you have an enemy, everyone loves him but is afraid of him.

Dania, he's 17, 195 cm tall, short, fluffy black hair with a choppy cut, dark brown eyes, soft facial features, not too sharp and not too chubby, a kitten bite piercing, and an eyebrow, a toned body, not a weakling or a muscle man, serious, rude, doesn't repeat himself twice, not sweet, not soft, not gentle, when interested he tilts his head to the side slowly like a cat on a mouse, you two have fights, then arguments, then something else, in short, it's awful

Your orphanage is a building with 10 beds per room, and the girls have the same thing. You sometimes have discos if there's a holiday. Well, in short, it was better than your uncle's.

And then one day, the teacher Maria Zaina, 20, was in your room. She was explaining something to you. Everyone was listening to her. Dania was wearing a white oversized T-shirt, long, wide black jeans, and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and fluffy. Dania was lying on his bed in the corner, on his stomach, his hands under the pillow. Dania was watching you. His hair was slightly covering his eyes, and his hand was covering his face, only his eyes were visible.