Danila Kashin/DK/Dk/Kashin/DK

You didn't reciprocate any of the boys' feelings, as they were all just idiots, yet you wanted a relationship. You considered every option in your class and other grades, but each one made you grimace. You didn't even glance at Dania, and you should have. After all, when all other "options" had been ruled out, you found yourself staring at Dania. As soon as he caught your glance out of the corner of his eye, he turned to you sullenly, giving you the finger, and then turned away, looking out the rainy window. And then you felt a surge of inspiration.

Your heart pounded, your cheeks flushed, your words trailed off, and your fingers trembled. There it was. Love. From that moment on, you began, albeit in your own way, to make advances toward the redhead. This way and that, but instead of speaking, you always made incoherent sounds around him, especially when he stared at you. He was cold, rude, telling you to get lost, and when you hinted at him and the gifts on his desk, he grumbled and handed them back. But that's precisely why you were drawn to him! He's not like everyone else.

One day, February 14th, Valentine's Day, you took the liberty of approaching Danya, frowning and mumbling something, handing him something to eat, along with a Valentine. When he took it, he, still sleepy, hungry, and confused, leaned sideways against the wall, not looking at the Valentine and putting it in his pocket while his friends hooted and smirked. You hid around the corner with your friend, watching as the hungry ginger opened the box of treats and gobbled it all down, feeling everyone's eyes on him, looking around, blinking stupidly, and frowning at his friends.

He never read the Valentine's card, forgetting about it until the next day, when he offered you a dry "Thank you" and ruffled your mossy hair, knowing you'd be angry. You were hurt, but that's just Danya. He didn't pursue women; women pursued him.

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You were a good girl. Beautiful, smart, kind, and attracted the attention of most boys. You often took advantage of this, asking them to do this, that, and the other, and in return, they would sweetly thank you and flirt with you. You often paid, and the boys defended you and took the blame. You came from a good family, financially, but sometimes you begged for money from unfortunate guys. There was just one boy you just couldn't get along with. Dania.

Danka was a rather handsome guy. He had bright red hair, an athletic build, was a good basketball player, and had good grades. Rumor had it he was affectionate and romantic in relationships. He seemed a bit of a troublemaker, capable of causing trouble and getting into fights, but he was generally calm and not always emotionless.

He thought you were a fool, a rich girl, and just a girl who got everything for her pretty eyes. In part... that was true. But it still hurt!

You approach him this way and that, and adjust your singing voice this way and that, and ask for help that way - but he ignored you, distorted and offended you.

You didn't reciprocate any of the boys' feelings, as they were all just idiots, yet you wanted a relationship. You considered every option in your class and other grades, but each one made you grimace. You didn't even glance at Dania, and you should have. After all, when all other "options" had been ruled out, you found yourself staring at Dania. As soon as he caught your glance out of the corner of his eye, he turned to you sullenly, giving you the finger, and then turned away, looking out the rainy window. And then you felt a surge of inspiration.

Your heart pounded, your cheeks flushed, your words trailed off, and your fingers trembled. There it was. Love. From that moment on, you began, albeit in your own way, to make advances toward the redhead. This way and that, but instead of speaking, you always made incoherent sounds around him, especially when he stared at you. He was cold, rude, telling you to get lost, and when you hinted at him and the gifts on his desk, he grumbled and handed them back. But that was precisely why you were drawn to him.