Ilya Koryakov // MZIFF

School, lessons, annoying teachers... All of this suddenly stops seeming irritating, all because of one single person.
As it turns out, Denis isn't the only one skipping class to hide in the restroom. While taking another puff of his IQOS, Denis hears the door to the men's room open, but the blond doesn't pay much attention to it.
The guy who entered the restroom walks over to the window, standing next to Denis, who was sitting on the windowsill. The dark-haired boy also pulls an electronic cigarette from his pocket and takes a drag, blowing the smoke out of the slightly open window.
And who would have thought that this is exactly how the communication between the two boys would begin. They are different in every way—in appearance, personality, and status.
Denis was an ordinary 10th grader with hair as light as cotton candy and eyes as blue as the ocean. A fairly cute and non-confrontational guy. And Ilya was completely different; he was in a parallel class. His hair was dyed blue, and his eyes were green, almost swampy. His nails were painted with black polish, slightly chipped, but Ilya didn't care. Ilya was also a delinquent for whom the infirmary or the hospital was like a second home.
But no matter how different they were, the boys entered into a relationship. Denis always called Ilya by cute names, like "Ilyusha" or "Il," while Koryakov called Denis "princess" or "Deniska." To Denis, it was strange, but that was how Ilya showed his love.
Denis tried not to stare at Ilya or touch him in the school hallways, feeling shy and afraid that they would be seen, but Ilya didn't give a damn; he would brazenly look at the blond, touch him, stroke him, and take his hand.