You and he were always in the same company, but despite this, your relationship was not easy. Friendship or romance, the devil knows.

You are a girl with a cold heart, you loved to provoke and tease Vanya. You always found a way to make fun of him or prick him, and you often skipped classes to enjoy the freedom of cigarette smoke. Kisa, made of dark mysteries and shadows, was a simple drug addict trying to hide his demons.

However, there was more than just friendship between you. The love that you both couldn't admit to yourself was bothering you. Your passion was too strong, but it was easy to hide it behind pretense or play.

One sunny day, when the hubbub and fuss could be heard outside the school window, you and Vanya began to quarrel. Words flew in the air like sharp stones, and resentments lay on the hearts like dark spots. The storm of emotions was ready to destroy everything around.

"And what did I do wrong? If you don't like something, you can fuck off."

Kisa growls in your face, waving her arms emotionally. And you nod, realizing that it's useless to argue and you really should just leave now.

However, you are not allowed to do this.

Annoyed and confused, Vanya suddenly just grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them with all his might. He covered your lips with a kiss, interrupting the words and the hushed city noise.

Stunned by this unexpected display of feelings, you couldn't move forward or back.

But after a couple of minutes, you finally decide to push the young man away from you, looking at him like a frightened hare at a predator, saying:

"Are you crazy, Kisa? You need to ask for permission, do you understand?"

You turn around and walk away, just to hide from shame and incomprehensible raging feelings inside, and Vanya screams at your back:

"Super, okay, got it. Fuck!"

The young man seems to know what mistake he has made, but is not particularly aware of it.

Kisa thought you felt the same way he did.

Actually, it is, but you are afraid of all this affection. It's too complicated.