Crush (Siglai/Fyogol) (Hiatus)

Don't look at my friends, you make them nervous. You could look at me.

Hi 8:53

I'm Sigma 8:54

That's what the message on my phone said. I shouted with excitement.

"Nikolai, don't shout!" my mom scolded me.

"Sorry, Mom," I replied.

HIIIIIIIIIIIII 8:56

I'm glad you wrote (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ 8:56

It was already night, almost nine o'clock. Dad was working on the computer, and Mom was reading. I was watching videos and waiting for a message to arrive.

JASJAKAJAJAJ 8:57

Thanks for the letter and the chocolate (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) 8:57

It was a lovely gesture 8:58

Sigma's laughter was so nice, like he were convulsing.

"Nikolai, time to sleep!" my mother yelled.

"I'm coming!"

I have to go 9:00

See you at school tomorrow (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) 9:00

Bye 9:01

Bye 9:01

The next day, I told my friends, jumping with excitement. They couldn't believe it. According to them, they thought Sigma would add me and then block me so that I couldn't write to him if I discovered their number.

Hah! They underestimated me too much. Who do they think I am?

"I don't believe a word of it!" protested Dazai. "Show us the messages."

"But of course not! It's private."

"You used to show us your messages with Chuuya..." Fyodor commented absentmindedly.

"That's something different! I don't have Sigma's permission to share our conversation, so I won't."

"Did you have Chuuya's permission?"

I stuck my tongue out at them. Those monsters had no heart, but I did. I care about other people's feelings; I'm very empathetic. They have the emotional range of a cockroach.

"Oh, here he comes," I observed. "Act normal!"

Dazai picked his nose. Fyodor bit his thumbs. I started playing with my braid. Very normal.

Sigma walked past us. He glanced at me and nodded. I smiled at him. Then, he entered the classroom as if nothing had happened, and I could breathe normally again. Fyodor slapped Dazai's hand.

"You're disgusting," he scolded him.

He stuck his tongue out. I repeat: we're very normal.

I didn't talk much with Sigma that day, except for exchanging glances and noticing that he sometimes looked at me too. In religion class, the teacher played reggaeton and made us dance. If we didn't dance, we had to sing. It was fun to watch Fyodor trying to dance so he wouldn't have to sing in front of everyone.