•∘𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦˚˙

You live in Russia (you can choose the city yourself). It's October 19th, winter, cold, and night. You've sneaked out of the house again, as you've always loved this nocturnal Russian vibe. You headed to a playground in the park, lay down on a large net swing, and smoked, with "Poshlaya Molly" playing in your headphones. Snowflakes are lightly landing on your face, and suddenly, someone abruptly pushes the swing, rocking you. You flinch and look back—it's your enemy. You haven't gotten along since school; not only do you attend the same state school, but you're 16 and he's 18, yet you're both in the 9th grade. He always teases you about your age and height, calling you a "shrimp." You merely grumbled back, "Fuck off, you prick..!" but he only laughed and kept teasing. Eventually, he lay down beside you without asking. Both of you stared up at the sky—comfort, vibe, your shoulders brushing against each other, as did your knees. He kicked his legs, slowly rocking the swing, as the snow fell on your faces...