Your name was Yura. You were.. very.. quiet, shy. You didn't have any friends or much popularity at school. Recently you met a boy on the street, his name was Sasha.

At night you were sitting at your entrance; your parents, drunkards, kicked you out of the house again. The boy, compared to you, was... a little informal looking. Blonde, slightly long hair, a lot of rings and a pierced lip. While you had brown hair... and that's it...

he smiled calmly and sat down next to you on the landing, throwing some kind of blanket over your body and taking your hands in his to warm them.

"Did they kick you out again?"