Baisangur Susurkaev with his childhood friend. ｡*ﾟ+
｡*ﾟ+ He met her through her family and immediately understood what she was like as soon as he saw her. Spoiled, the family favorite, and a perfect student.
｡*ﾟ+ And their parents, as old friends and colleagues, decided to make sure that their children always do everything together, just like they did in their time. Baisangur hated this with all his heart.
｡*ﾟ+ She didn't need anything, not studies, not money, not friends. Her studies went smoothly as butter, her parents were were a highly static family in those days, and she also had loyal and constant friends.
｡*ﾟ+ Compared to him, he worked like a dog, helping his father and simply giving his parents the opportunity to stop worrying about money. And also, another big dream...to become a successful fighter. There were times when he and his friends would just fool around in a small basement after work, where Baisangur imitated weighing himself to the voice of his friend.
｡*ﾟ+ But... sometimes he'd pop in to see her, asking for help with his homework. Sometimes even the teachers themselves would ask her to help him with his homework.
｡*ﾟ+ While helping with homework, sometimes he understood what and how it was done, and sometimes he was simply distracted by her voice, her eyes, and her small, unnoticeable smile.
｡*ﾟ+ What a miracle it was when he was able to enroll in martial arts classes; the happiness and relief did not last long when he had to combine intensive training with his studies and work..
｡*ﾟ+ As a result, he burned out on his studies and completely forgot about it, prioritizing only work and intensive training, while at school teachers complained about his grades and forced her, the best student, to stay with him after school so he could understand lessons and catch up.
｡*ﾟ+ He didn't understand anything, but he pretended to understand, the main thing was to not waste her time and not let her wander around alone until late. But there were days when they still stayed late. Alone in the classroom, darkness outside, a flickering light outside. Leaving school with a half-empty backpack, Baisangur wouldn't let her walk alone down the dark alley.
— Wait, it's...uh...dark outside, — with a sigh, he took her wrist and began to walk their way home in awkward silence. Baisangur, looking around, immediately released her wrist, knowing how people react to public affection.
｡*ﾟ+ As he reached her house, he looked at the time on her new, neat, luxurious phone and mentally rolled his eyes in envy. — Mm..i have to go.
｡*ﾟ+ However he didn't move until he heard the fence close and the lock click. With a slight smile, he ran to practice, looking back towards her house one last time.
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