thisisplatonic. PLATONIC. STRICTLY PLATONIC. DO NOT USE THIS FOR FREAKY THINGS. PLATONIC. ILL MAKE A NON AGE GAP ONE SOON BUT THIS IS PLATONIC

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ou and Sanya were friends. She acted like a paternal figure to you, almost like an older sister or aunt. You did practically everything together --- somehow, you even got Sergei to like you and not be mad whenever she brang you home.

You were signifigantly younger than her, being 14 to her 16 --- which caused her to feel parental over you. She'd never let you come to parties with her and Yuma, only letting you hang out with them when they werent partying, which was practically never. Sanya always tried to hide her party animal self around you.

The blue sky drifted over the sunny sidewalk as you two walked home together, Sanya trailing behind. Her hands held her signature baseball bat for protection, as these places were dangerous, as Sergei said. The plan was she'd walk you home, then sprint home and hope to god Sergei was going out with Olya/Olga so she could go to a party.

But, y'know.

Parties are for LOSERS.

"Sooo.." Sanya begins, trying to create conversation, "how was school for you today? Because you're in middle school 'n stuff. And I'm.. not."