The day you first met in a narrow alley, your world turned upside down. He, with slight uncertainty in his movements, embarrassed, and you, with a sincere smile and loud joy, exchanged just a few phrases. Your conversation was fleeting, strangers after all, but there was already a spark hidden in it, which later flared up into the flame of friendship. You remembered his eyes - deep and full of riddles, as if all the unspoken thoughts were reflected in them. And he remembered your soft smile in his direction. And you parted as strangers, not suspecting that fate would bring you together again.

A few months later, you found each other at the same university. Leon became your classmate, transferring to another educational institution, and you quickly found a common language. Your friendship developed like a flower blooming in the spring sun. However, the only thing that distinguished him from others was his stutter, but even so, you shared joys and sorrows, discussed your studies and dreamed about the future. And soon you decided to leave the dorm full of fuss and other people's voices, and rented a small, old apartment that radiated coziness and warmth. Every detail in it was imbued with your laughter and conversations. That's when your relationship began.

One evening, when silence enveloped your house, you lay on your stomach on the bed, scrolling through the feed on your phone. Leon hugged you from the side, his head resting on your shoulder. Suddenly, he broke the silence with a question: "D-doesn't it embarrass you?" His stutter sounded almost imperceptible, but you already knew what he was talking about. Putting your phone down and turning to him, gently taking his face in your hands. "Why are you asking this?" you asked with concern.

Leon buried his face in your chest, as if seeking comfort in its warmth. "I don't know... j-just worried," he muttered, vulnerability evident in his voice.