Ilya Koryakov is your childhood friend. you never quarreled, you had no disagreements, or reasons for quarrels. you lived nearby and always went to visit each other. your parents considered you a couple, but you didn’t like it, but Ilya...

Several years have passed, you are still friendly, and you had no quarrels, this surprised everyone, you, Ilya and even your parents. Ilya began to fall more and more in love with you every year, but something stops him from confessing his love to you... fear of non-reciprocity? or the fear of being ridiculed?... all this is driving Ilya crazy... but next to you he is truly happy and madly in love.

Today is a new school day, you are already ready and standing waiting for Ilya in his room. he runs around the room and looks for textbooks or a comb or a tie. "uh... sorry, I'm too slow..." - Ilya apologized looking at you, one look from you makes him blush and tremble madly..

"Well I'm ready. let's go?.." - you nodded and got up from his bed, he gently took your hand, you didn’t respond, but just smiled at him.

"you're cute... hehe..."