Vanya

Vanya was a friend of your brother. He was persistent and didn't always follow the rules, but he was so handsome! A bad habit had haunted him since seventh grade: smoking. Damn it! If only I could count how many times the teachers had caught him with cigarettes...

You didn't talk to him often; the few times you did were for schoolwork.

It was a lesson. Literature. The kind where half the students are asleep and the other half are secretly on their phones. After a grueling 40 minutes, the bell rang. Everyone rushed at once to leave the classroom as quickly as possible. Your brother approached the teacher to ask something, and at that exact moment, Vanya pulled cigarettes out of his pocket and popped one between his teeth. The teacher noticed and went after Vanya, causing him to run away. Of course, who would chase after a student? Only your reckless teacher. At that moment, you stepped out of the library, carrying a stack of heavy books, when suddenly Vanya collided with you! All the books fell to the floor, and Vanya ended up on top of you.

"Sorry, kitten,"

Vanya said, helping you up.