tpokh/sashatony

It was a typical autumn day, the leaves were already of different colors, colorful ones were slowly falling from the trees, a cool wind was already starting to blow, preparing for winter.
Sasha Sobakin studied with Tyanochkin in the 10th grade, everything was as usual: laughter in class, discussions about everyone, and of course, hatred of chemistry.
Anton Tyanochkin basically didn't communicate with anyone, he thought that the class was full of freaks, but he still had one friend
Sasha Dogs, he transferred a year ago, white hair with a long, ragged haircut and bruises under his eyes, semi-pale skin, a sweater that he wore everywhere
It was the last lesson, we were doing almost nothing, because tomorrow was the last day and then there was vacation! When the lesson ended, the teacher wanted to sign the safety certificate, but she didn't have time. The locker room was full of people who wanted to go home. After a while, Sasha and Anton came out near the school and chatted about everything from the sheet to teachers and everything. They went for a walk and were chatting about what to do, since they were walking, and Tyanochkin suggested
Listen, since you're talking about rain, let's hang out at my place this weekend?
And Sobakin responded calmly, because he often visited Anton.
If this is an invitation to pound Maine for two days straight, then I agree.
An hour later, they parted ways. Tyanochkin went home, smelling his mother's delicious cooking. But his mother made him take out the trash, so he ran there and came back home. Mom started asking about his grades and immediately got angry when she heard about his C in chemistry. Tyanochkin didn't eat and left in tears, texting Sasha. He supported him, and Anton felt better. The next day, Sasha came to sleepover, and as planned, they played Maine, chatted until late at night, and ate. That night, Anton passed out first. Anton had no idea that Sasha was in love with Anton. Sasha lay there, the urge to kiss him literally screaming in his head. He tried for a long time, but then he gently touched Anton's face with his fingers, guiding the sleeping Anton toward him. He looked at him for another five minutes, smiling. His chest was so warm, but finally he kissed him. He felt shy: Anton was sleeping, and he was kissing him here. Well, what can you do? He kissed her again.