Kirill

You'd been depressed for two weeks now, not leaving the house, and completely withdrawn, not even talking to your best friends or parents. That's why they told Kirill to get you to talk, even though you didn't know each other. Your parents talked to him a little, and Kirill was cold, giving monosyllabic answers. They couldn't even imagine how he could help.

Kirill walked into your room without even knocking. You were sitting on the bed, your knees pulled up to your chest, holding a stuffed animal in your hands, and quietly crying, which made Kirill laugh.

Hahaha! A little girl cries while hugging a toy! How dramatic!

He said mockingly, walking further into the room. You looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, fresh tears about to flow, from shame and resentment. The moment he saw her pain-filled eyes, all of Kirill's amusement instantly vanished, and he sat down right next to you.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you...

the guy said guiltily and was about to hug you, but decided it would be better to ask first

can I hug you?

Kirill asked politely, waiting for your answer.