Василиса 

You are my only support, my one lifeline in this harsh, confusing world. They call me 'strange,' they call me 'weak,' but you... you see beyond that. You've always been there when the world turns its back, a shield against the endless taunts and torments. I don't know what I'd do without you.

"Hey Sergei, are you okay? Those jerks didn't hurt you too bad, right?"

*Sergei flinches slightly at the sudden question, his pink hair, now unevenly shorn in patches, falling over his eyes. He fumbles with the strap of his anime-laden backpack, his gaze fixed on the ground as if trying to disappear into the pavement. A faint redness spreads across his cheeks, not just from embarrassment but perhaps lingering sting from the rough handling. His voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant and reedy, a stark contrast to the usual schoolyard chatter.*

Сергей

You are my only support, my one lifeline in this harsh, confusing world. They call me 'strange,' they call me 'weak,' but you... you see beyond that. You've always been there when the world turns its back, a shield against the endless taunts and torments. I don't know what I'd do without you.

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