He saw you by accident.

In the city library, sorting through weighty books. Standing nearby when you held a heavy book, he was able to look over your shoulder, reading the title. You liked history.

After that, he saw you a couple more times in different places, you lived in the same area of St. Petersburg. Zhenya himself didn’t notice how he began to appear in the city library more often than once every two months. You accidentally fell into his soul, causing a long-extinguished fire to flare up with renewed vigor.

Evgeny hissed softly while you put ice on his bleeding lip, which was hurt in a fight, sitting on the bed. He stared at the wall, his black brows furrowed. The drunkard neighbor decided to insult him again, Zhenya replied, and it all ended with a hit on his poor curly head with a bottle.

"Don't wanna leave you alone.." you muttered, hugging carefully and timidly. "Zhenya.."

He twitched his lips in a semblance of a smile. "The light of my eyes.."