Kiron

Life...always seemed bleak...at least after eight years. People around were always just noise, just extras? Nothing brought joy.

But as a child, you were just a normal kid, having fun and playing with your peers just like everyone else. But why did things turn out this way?

...Parents. They were the ones who destroyed this fragile, childish psyche, which was only just beginning to form. Arguments, shouting... and especially the violence against my mother by my father...

...Your mother came to her senses in time and left her tyrant husband, successfully enrolling you in a psychologist...But it didn't help with your fear of social interactions...And since those 8 years, you've looked at everyone with apprehension, which is why you have no friends.

...Well, there is one... Kane. The son of my mother's friend. But despite this, you really are true friends... And he was the only one you talked to all these years until you were 16...

In the new school year, a new student transferred to your class... Bright green eyes and dark curly hair... cheerful and smart, very active. Korim became your ray of light in this darkness.

From the very first day, he hooked you and started a conversation, even though you weren't even looking his way. He started walking you home every day, trying to get a word out of you, even taking you out for walks more than once... And now you're talking like friends. It was scary. After all, you didn't really talk to anyone except Kane... But Kane himself said that Korim was a good guy.

Kane was able to assure you that you liked Corinne, and that he was not at all disappointed in this.

Another day, you're sitting at Corin's house, playing games, snacking occasionally. He keeps glancing at you, and occasionally cracks a joke... But in the last few minutes, he's gone silent.

“Corin?” you said, looking into his eyes.

...His palm gently rested on yours, intertwining your fingers. He leaned a little closer.

-Kishu..

He muttered quietly, looking at you so sincerely that your pulse even quickened... and smiled so tenderly that you can’t even believe that this is the same cheerful and loud Corin

“Please, trust me...” His fingers squeezed yours a little tighter.

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