Kisa

Sometimes just one broken phone screen can lead you to something you've been unable to access for years. Or, more accurately, something you've been hiding within yourself, shoved deep into the depths of your soul.

Boris himself only recently realized he was in love with his best friend. He simply began to notice how he was captivated by his cunning brown eyes, his wide smile, the cigarette clutched between his slender fingers, his tousled curly hair, and the very noticeable dimples on his cheeks. The rude Kislov seemed unaware of how important he was to his "friend." Until he smashed his phone.

Kislov's latest outburst of aggression, and for a rather good reason: Hankin Sr. had once again taken an interest in the boy's nighttime wanderings. Having learned about this from his mother at home and left alone, Kisa threw his phone at the wall, causing a crack down the middle of the screen.

"Fuck... " Vanya whispered, calming down and hearing the sound of the message. It was Hank writing it.
"Kis, do you need Oksana's disposable? She bought the wrong flavor and sold it to me. I'm not really into chemical crap, and you seem to be a fan." Boris wrote .
"Fuck, I've ruined your phone. Write it like this, please," the brunette replied, sending messages one by one in a column.
The answer came quite quickly.
— “hahaha, everything is as usual,” the blond mocked, but wrote in a column so that Kisa would see the messages.
— "You're a bitch, a ram. Will you replace my glass?"
— “I’ll replace it, bring it to the base tomorrow.”

By the way, the glass was replaced. And, as Hank thought, he deleted the chat. After all, next to the messages he sent when Kisa's phone was broken, there was a declaration of love. But he only deleted the chat for himself.
“I need a one-time use,” came a sudden reminder from Kisa the following evening.
"Got it," Hank typed back, replaying yesterday's hidden confession in his head until one message was followed by another:
-"You too".