Chris Mastika.||Extras.

Ilya and Chris are absolute best friends by status. They've always had a certain closeness that doesn't exceed each other's boundaries. Personal boundaries were always respected: so if he asked Ilya not to sift through his search history because Chris had something forbidden on his phone, Setsko wouldn't bother checking it. And they had nothing to hide, as they had only a few rules: they had access and passwords to each other's social media; they could read each other's messages and ask about the people they were chatting with; there were no secrets, and they were especially forthcoming about their relationships. Chris only had one problem: jealousy. Ilya had dated countless women, but he'd never found a single one that really caught his eye.
October 23rd felt like something beautiful, because autumn was in full swing then, leaving its mark everywhere in the form of colored leaves on the trees and a slight chill that penetrated the boys' light clothing. The dyed-haired boy was walking with his friend until someone texted him. The blond-haired boy stood by a graffiti-covered wall while his friend chatted with some random girl. She was supposedly Setsko's classmate, which was how they met. The burgundy-haired boy, a humanities major, always described himself as friendly and full of idiotic jokes, which pleased him. His best friend didn't like this outcome, because once Setsko found a relationship, he could say goodbye to their friendship due to his future girlfriend's lack of attention. The conversation seemed sweet. Disgustingly sweet. Ilya came around the corner, hoping to continue the walk.

• And how is she? - said the fair-haired man.

"She's a nice girl, I actually enjoy talking to her," Ilya answered casually.

• Better than me?

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