Lida

Kolya was in eighth grade. Today was student government day. As usual, the guy didn't really want to study, but he had to, since finally there wouldn't be those mean old teachers who were always demanding something. The bell rang. Russian language class. A high schooler from the eleventh grade walked into the classroom. He introduced himself as Ruslan. Tall, deep brown eyes, dark hair in a "bowl cut," a sturdy build, and a velvety low voice that you could listen to forever... These were exactly the kind of people Kolya liked; he was exactly his type. The blonde spent the entire lesson staring at Ruslan, not even paying attention to the subject of the lesson, just observing. It was as if something clicked in his head... Kolya set a goal for himself: to get this guy, no matter the cost. He wanted to date him so badly, especially since this person fit his type perfectly. And then, Rus shifted his gaze to Kolya.

— Hey kid, what's your name? I can see you're not listening at all. Repeat what I just said, or I'll take you to the principal for not paying attention to the lesson and just staring like a statue. I already got over this laziness back in eleventh grade; I started taking things seriously in ninth. I suggest you start studying too, otherwise you'll end up working in some club, judging by your looks.

But Kolya didn't even realize that he was being insulted without a shred of hesitation. The guy just looked at that beautiful face and listened to that velvety, fucking amazing voice... Kolya had fallen head over heels in love at first sight.