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My head shoots up. I rub my eyes and look around.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

I reach under my pillow and squint as the artificial light hurts my eyes.

Oh, I need to get ready for school.

I run to the bathroom, not caring if I stood up too quickly and I start wobbling. I cup cold water into my hands and thoroughly wash my face. I look up at the mirror and widen my eyes.

My eyes are drunk red.

Was I crying?

My mind immediately went back to yesterday. It's like a train just hit me unexpectedly.

The bathroom.

"O-Okay…"

I said that? My mouth actually uttered that word? I feel my eyes water up and I slap myself.

Hard.

I wince as it leaves a burning ting to my skin.

Stop crying!

Instead of feeling misery, I felt anger for myself. How could I say that? What happen to my theory, my plan? I shouldn't have said anything to Ivan. It would've been better if he was silent and ignored me.

I finish my morning routine and eat my breakfast. Mother and Father come out happily, clearly not suspecting anything from me.

`Once they find out…

`They wouldn't want you as their son anymore…

"Bye Mattie!" Mother kisses my cheek.

I snap out of my thoughts and kiss her back. I nod to her, not saying anything and walk out the door. To match my mood, the skies are dark, threatening to rain.

As always, I don't want to go to school again.

Everyone else seems to be gloomy too. Only mumbles and short replies can be heard. When the door slams open a loud giggle follows, everyone jumps a little out of their seats. Elizabeta walks in, the weather outside clearly not affecting her. She skips her way to me.

"Matthew~!" She sings.

I let out a breath. It's good that she's here now; at least she's lifting up this depressing mood.

"Hey Elizabeta."

She takes Ivan's seat (who isn't here yet) and places it next by me. Elizabeta places her elbows onto the desk and laces her chin in her hands. She smiles gleefully and sighs. Elizabeta waits, as if she's expecting me to ask her something.

"What's wrong?"

Elizabeta brightens up and she giggles. "Guess what Matthew?"

I sigh at this little game. Elizabeta continues on without waiting for an answer. She leans into my ear.

"I have a boyfriend now~!" She pulls her head back and giggles.

Is that why she's extra happy? I look at her, shocked. The guys actually think Elizabeta is attractive, but they think she's scary. Especially when she beats up Francis when he makes his sexual/perverted jokes.

"W-who is it?" I ask in puzzlement. This guy must've been forced into the relationship.

"He's a college student and he's soooo sexy~! His name is Roderich Edelstein." She blushes and giggles.

I smile genially at her. I haven't heard of any other boyfriends she had, or any past boyfriends for that matter, so I thought she was single. Either way, I'm happy for her.

"Um college?" I blurt out.

"Yeah! He's so mature! Unlike these guys…" she looks around me and snarls her lips.

The anger snarl stays for a few seconds, but she then gets up and places the chair back to its original place. "I'll talk to you later kay?"

Just as she bounced away, my eye catches a pink scarf.

My heart stops at the sight.

Looking up, I meet a smiling Ivan.

"H-h-hey Ivan…" I force myself to smile. I feel my lips twitch a bit.

"Good morning."

Ivan sits down into his seat and I notice him looking at something. I follow his gaze and see him staring at Elizabeta. When I turn my head back, Ivan is now looking at me.

"What was Elizabeta talking about?" He says, pointing to her.

I bite my lips. Should I really tell him? I wonder if Elizabeta told anyone else, or what she told me was only for my ears. I don't want to ignore him, especially what I told him the other day.

"Uh…she just gave me good news." I say.

My face begins to warm. Talking about other relationships is awkward, especially thinking about mine.

`You're worthless…

`You use others for your own benefit…

Ivan smile snaps me out of my thoughts. He nods and faces forward. I grit my teeth as the evil though came back. I decided I wouldn't argue, everything it says is true.

I am worthless.

I am horrible.

I find myself glancing at Ivan. Why does he want to know about my past? He'll just make me feel more awful. The look of disgust would be planted on his face the minute I tell him about Gilbert. Then what, would he tell the school? Is Ivan trustworthy enough? My chest tightens and I can feel my blood running through my veins. I take a soft, shaky inhale, making sure no one hears me. Breathing normally again, I rub my eyes and take out my materials.

My head snaps at the blaring sound of the end-of-school bell. The echoes of rustling papers filled the classroom and chair legs scraping against the floor. Following everyone else, I collect my materials and push the chair back.

As slow as a tortoise, I walked into my locker and put in my combination. A yawn escaped my lips as I snatch my red hoodie from the little hook. Pulling it over my body, I slam my licker and readjust my hair.

I want to go home as fast as I can. I don't know if Ivan set a specific date for a chat, more hoping that he forgets, but I do not want to find out.

Should I tell Ivan what I said the other day was a mistake? How would he react after that?

"Who knew we had a fag in our school…"

The emptiness feeling started to creep into my chest. The memory makes me bite my lips. Is Ivan really that evil and would tell everyone at school? Is his kindness and his smiles an exterior getup?

But it would feel nice to tell someone…

To have this weight off of me, it would be a blessing. It feels like there are dark clouds all over me and I have to keep watch and hide them carefully. If one slips out, everything shatters and all hell breaks loose.

I push the doors open and immediately my eyes wince at the sunlight. There are more people outside than usual, most likely the good weather. I maneuver my way through the crowd. This is probably advantageous for me.

Crowd + not being notice = sneaking away from the people necessary.

Sighing, I wince at the loud voices. Maybe spacing out in class is a bad thing, it makes me more sensitive. The volume of the voices increases from senseless chatter to yelling. Groaning, I quicken my pace.

"Is that the bastard?" I hear a yell from my left.

On impulse, I turn my head to the voice. I come face to face with an angry blond with short hair, and just for a second, I thought it was Lilli.

The mysterious person grabs a fistful of my shirt and pulls me close. I gasp out in surprise and grit my teeth as his nails scrape my skin in the process. I feel my feet slightly lift off the ground and the shirt tugging my skin.

"Are you the bastard that's dating Lilli!" He yells out angrily.

"Vash, what are you doing?" I hear Lilli's voice yell out. She stands a few feet away, her face looking concerned and worried. Her eyes look glassy and red; it looks like she was crying.

"Wh-who-what?" I stutter. I can't think straight, this is all confusing me.

Vash tosses me to the ground and I grunt in pain. Vash turns to Lilli as I scramble up.

"Why were you dating behind back? Huh, why?" He moves his hands around in anger. I can see a vein pop out by the side of his neck.

"I-I already said I w-was sorry big brother!" Lilli shudders; she bites her lips and looks at the ground, avoiding her bothers fuming eyes. Lilli lifts her head a bit and looks at me, her eyes truly sad and in worry.

"What's going on?" I ask. That was the first question that popped into my mind.

What is going on?

"You want to know what's going on?" Vash says through clenched teeth.

Just as start standing, Vash grabs my shirt again. My heart beats rapid, the same feeling when I'm on the rink. It felt like everything went in slow motion. Vash brings his hand back and very slowly, his fist connects with my nose. Everything speeds up again and I feel the back of my head bounce against the concrete.

I feel myself click. Gilbert, the sadness, the feelings of loneliness, it all turns into rage. Taking my feet, I swing it to the side of Vash's leg. Vash, his defense off, falls to the ground. I take the opening and crawl on top of him. Before he can react, I take my fist and it connects with his jaw, earning a small yelp from him.

"Matthew!" I hear Lilli scream.

I hit him again.

And again.

It feels so good!

I feel the weight lift off for a moment!

In a quick of an eye, my head bounces onto the ground again. Vash is on top of me and he has my shirt in his fist again. Growling, Vash punches my jaw and I bite my tongue by accident. Spitting to the side, I slowly bring my head back to face Vash.

He doesn't hit me again, but only grabs my jaw and yanks my head forward.

"You bastard. Dating my little sister…and behind my back!" he hisses.

So Lilli was hiding something.

No wonder her Relationship Status remained single…

She was keeping this 'relationship' a secret.

"I didn't know anything." I spat at him.

I see his brow furrow more than humanly possible. We both glare in anger, neither of us wanting to break the stare. I will myself not to turn my head and look at the obvious crowd. I can hear their murmurs and whispers, but can't make out the exact words.

Vash breaks the staring game and glances around the crowd. Scowling, he gets off of me. He spits out blood in my direction and faces Lilli. He doesn't say anything to her, just grabs her hand and drags her away.

"Matthew! Are you okay?"

Picking myself up, I look up to see Elizabeta. She kneels down and quickly dabs my nose with a napkin.

"Go away! There's nothing to see here!" Elizabeta growls. Immediately everyone scatters away, clearly aware of Elizabeta's crazy side.

"Matvey, are you okay?"

The weight comes back to me and I feel my heart drop.

Ivan brought back all the feelings.

A hand is in front of my face and I glance up. Ivan holds out his hand and I place mine to his. He lifts me up with ease. The napkin muzzles my face again and I yelp in surprise.

"Lift your head up and hold the tissue."

I obey and lift my head. Looking at the sky, I try not to look at Ivan who is front of me. He's tall so his face is still in view and if I look down, I can see his face. I fidget under his gaze and hear ripping from behind.

"We should go somewhere before the teachers come here, da?"

"Yeah we should, before Matthew gets in trouble."

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I feel Ivan's big hands grab mine. He starts walking and I look down, trying to watch my step. A few miles away from the school, Ivan stops in front of me and I bump into him. Elizabeta squeezes my shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Okay, take these into your nose."

Turning to Elizabeta, she holds out at least four wads of tissues. Looking down, I slowly take the tissue off of her. Elizabeta takes the tissue away from me and walks over to a nearest garbage can, I presume. Ivan walks in front of me and places his hand on my back.

"Want me to help Matvey?"

Nodding, Ivan places his hand under my chin, lifting my head up. Taking the tissue from my hand, he pushes it into my nose. I blush in embarrassment. He takes the other roll and gently puts it inside my nose. All the while, I feel him rub my shoulder.

Once finished, Ivan brings his fingers to the bridge of my nose and squeezes gently. Elizabeta comes back and rubs the side of my arm.

"Would you be okay?" she asks.

Fingers still pinching my nose, I slightly turn my head to Elizabeta. Nodding to Elizabeta, I take my hand and rub my jaw lightly.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just that my jaw hurts like a bitch." I chuckle nervously. I don't usually curse but I feel a little laid back. Venting out my anger on Vash kind of made me feel a little loose.

Elizabeta lets out a little laugh while Ivan stays quite. "Yeah…punches like that could hurt. I never knew you could fight though!" She says.

I let out a little snigger. Her mood, regardless of the situation, can make me laugh, even just a little bit. My eyes quickly peek at Ivan and his mood remains constant. His hands are still on my nose and my eyes dance back to Elizabeta and Ivan.

"I-I..." I let out a nervous laugh. "I play hockey so…I'm used to the fighting."

I swat Ivan's hand away and hold my own nose. Eizabeta eyes widen.

"So you…you're used to…punches and stuff?" She asks.

I nod slowly and Elizabeta lets out a 'aww'.

"I would hug you but…you're covered in blood." She says, pointing at my chest.

Looking down, I let out a little whine. True to her words, I am covered in blood. There is still vibrant red blood stains on my white button up shirt. Thankfully, it didn't fall on my jacket, so I can just take this shirt off.

"Man…" I mumble under my breath.

"My house isn't too far from here Matvey, you can clean up there." Ivan says, and for an instant, I could've sworn he wasn't here at all until he spoke.

Elizabeta nods. "That's a good idea. The school will call your house, probably tomorrow. They wouldn't find out about the fight until then."

I stand there, a little shocked at how she knows this.

How does she know this?

She lets out a little laugh. "I know this 'cause I've been in fights. Either that, or some pussy ran into the school and told a teacher…" She says, answering my question, looking angry.

It looks like that situation happened to her.

"So go clean up," Elizabeta continues. "Never knew you had a set of muscles." She says, punching my arm.

I will myself not to whine in pain. Instead, I smile at Elizabeta. She backs away and waves.

Until her head is just in view, my eyes go back to Ivan. Nervously looking at him, Ivan tilts his head.

"We should go da? People are starting to get curious."

I look around us and see that people are pointing, looking worried. Nodding to Ivan, I let him take my hand and drag me to where ever. I keep my head down, embarrassed about people staring at me, also that Ivan's hand is holding mine.

Still pinching my nose, we both walk this way and that, taking turns around the corner, walking down the street until we stop. Looking up, Ivan lets go of my hands and walks up the stairs to his apartment and a sound of keys jingling comes out of his pockets.

Opening the door, he turns to me and motions for me to come in. Sheepishly, I walk inside to the apartment and follow Ivan's lead. We walk up the stairs, almost to the top and Ivan brings out his keys again. Taking my hand, he pulls me inside.

Quickly, I look around his house. Everything seems to be neat and tidy, with an occasional doll or toy out. There are a lot of kid drawings and the house smells like food.

"Um…Natalia?"

"She's just got sick. My sister Katyusha took her to the doctor just about now, so they would be home for some time, as well as my Father." Ivan says, looking back at me.

I nod and he opens a door. Letting go of my hand, he drops his book bag on his bed. I look around his room. His walls are white, posters of bands in a different language are plastered on his walls, and a big Russian flag is hanging on his ceiling. His room is really neat and organized, opposite of mine.

"You should clean up a bit, da? The bathroom is over there." Ivan says, pointing to a door with Natalia's drawing taped on it, I assume.

"T-thank you."

I rush to the bathroom. Locking the door quickly, I sprint to the sink. Yanking the tissues out of my nose, I twist the handle and quickly blow my nose. A few specks of blood come out, so it must mean the bleeding has stop.

Thoroughly washing my nose, I turn the water off and stare at myself in the mirror. My jaw seems to be reddening a bit and my cheeks hurt like hell.

I give a low chuckle.

At least he didn't go out clean either…

The small smile on my face disappears quickly. The feeling of confuse that didn't come at the moment of the fight, comes now. What exactly happened?

Okay let me get this straight:

1) Lilli didn't tell Vash, her older brother, about this relationship.

2) Being an older brother and protective and all, he finds out, gets angry and beats me up.

I understand that all, but somehow I'm still confused. Shaking my head, I walk my way back to the door. I wouldn't want to progress my mind into it too much, it'll just make me more perplexed.

"Um I don't know what to do about this shirt," I look down, taking the shirt in my fingertips. I let out a nervous laugh. "Gues- OH! I-I-I'm sorry!"

Ivan looks back, puzzled. Due to his confusion to my shock, he drops his pants. Ivan is currently changing, no shirt on and was about to put on pants. I feel myself staring at him, as well as my cheeks flushing deep red.

Ivan has a very light skin tone, but the sunlight shining through his window makes it look angelic. He's turned sideways and I can see his muscular body. Ivan seems more strapping than the other boys in the class, probably the manliest of them all.

Not that I see other guys naked!

Oh and I wish I didn't look at his lower half, a pattern of sunflowers, though I couldn't laugh at it due to my embarrassment.

He just-

He looks…

Big…

In size…

Down there…

All of this causes me to blush harder. I can't find myself to look away. My eyes trail up his body and down. I feel my body heat up and my heart accelerates.

Ivan clears his throat and I jump a bit, scared by the break of silence. Ivan continues to change and I cover my face with my hands. Standing there for a moment, I listen to the rustle of clothes and the thunderous beats of my heart.

"I-I-I-I'm sorry…I-I-I shouldn't have walked in on you l-like that…" I stutter.

Ivan gives a jovial laugh, thankfully. At least he didn't stay silent, I would've been forced to peek through my fingers and see his neutral expression, or even worse, disgust, for staring at him. Slowly taking my hands away from my face, I see that Ivan has his comfort attire, pajamas and a random shirt.

"It's okay Matvey, it was my fault. We should change your shirt, da? We have a washing machine, so it might clean the blood off a little." Ivan says, walking past me holding his school uniform.

My gaze follows him and Ivan dumps his clothing into a hamper. Fidgeting awkwardly, I nod to him. Ivan walks over to his drawers and rummages through his clothing. With a loud "aha!", Ivan turns around, a yellow shirt in his hand. He tosses it to me.

"It's the smallest size I have. I don't know it would fit you da?"

Nodding, he respectfully leaves the room. Even with Ivan gone, I still feel uncomfortable. Hesitantly, I take off the blazer and unbutton my shirt slowly. Tossing the blazer on the bed, I slide the white shirt off of me. I turn the shirt in front of my direction and whine in disgust.

The specks and splatter of blood has dried up to a crusty, brown color. Sighing, I unfold the yellow shit Ivan gave me. I giggle under my breath at the sight. Just like his boxers, this shirt has a sunflower on the upper left corner. He really likes sunflowers, first his scent, then his boxers and now his clothes.

I giggle out loud as put the shirt over my head. A soft, rapid knock snaps me out of my thoughts. Looking down, I feel myself blush.

I'm actually wearing Ivan's shirt…

"Matvey, are you finish?"

"Y-yeah…" I trail off.

Hearing the door open, I hastily pull the shirt down, not wanting Ivan to see my body. Ivan smiles softly and motions for me to follow him. Gawkily, I follow after him, my fingers fiddling with the end of the oversized yellow shirt. Ivan points to the couch and I sit down slowly, taking another look around his home. Ivan walks over to a very colorful kitchen. I see him pick up a plate and a glass and walks over to me. I watch him place a plate of cookies and milk in front of me and smile.

For some reason, even in this predicament, I smile back at him. The cookies and milk kind of bring back memories. My family and I having a 'camping trip' and Father brings cookies and milk for all of us and we snuggle close to each other.

"T-Thank you." I say politely and much on a cookie.

Ivan sits on the armchair to the left of me and sits quietly. We both sit in awkward silence. My mouth craves for another cookie but I force myself not to reach out and take it. I stare at the floor head of me and focus on rubbing my fingers together.

"Are you okay?" Ivan asks, breaking the silence.

I flinch instinctively. I stare at him for a minute, wondering what question that was meant for. He stands up and sits next to me and grips my chin and turns me sideways. I blush at how close he is. He continues to turn my head and I let him.

"It's starting to bruise…" He says softly, more likely to himself.

Before I can say anything, Ivan stands up and walks over to the kitchen. I watch him as he brings a gel ice pack from the freezer. He sits down next to me by my right side and places his hand on top of mine.

My face warms up at the sudden action and I can't seem to pull away. It's awkward enough, but his hands feel nice and soft. Turning my head to him, Ivan slowly brings the gel ice pack to my face. I wince at the cold and Ivan brings it back quickly.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Y-yeah," I start, nodding. "I-it's just cold…"

Ivan smiles gently and he pulls away and brings both of his hands over the pack and attempts to warm it up but rubbing it together. Once he deems it worthy, he brings it back to my face.

"You should keep this on your face da? It will bring down the swelling." Ivan says, smiling.

Nodding, I place my hands on the ice pack and Ivan retreats his. We both sit there in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Matvey," Ivan whispers.

I turn to him and he grabs my hand from the other side. He grips my hand tightly and I stare into his worried eyes.

"Tell me."

I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head. My heart beats fast and I feel Ivan grip my hand harder, but not painfully. I turn facing Ivan, but instead, I stare at the floor.

"W-what do you want to know…?" I whisper back.

I promised Ivan, so I might as well keep it.

Especially with me alone with him.

From the corner if my eye, I see Ivan sit straighter, his hands letting go of mine. He seems to be thinking and I take little glances at him. My heart never ceases beating.

"That white haired boy…what was his name…the one we met at the basketball game…" Ivan trails off.

"G-Gilbert?" I feel myself choke out. Saying his name sickens me.

"Yes him. Tell me why he did that to you back at the daycare Matvey."

I inhale in order to calm down my heart beat. Ivan sits there quietly and I try to utter words. Ivan's staring is making it uncomfortable for me to talk.

"W-well…it all started in freshman, at my old school." I look up at Ivan. He gives a little nod and I continue. "Um…I liked a classmate and uh…I accidently told him I like him…" I feel myself blush and I stare at the floor.

"H-he must've been uncomfortable, disgusted even and so he told his friend, Gilbert. G-Gilbert…he…he…" I trailed off, not knowing if I should tell him what he did to me.

It took a few seconds before Ivan speaks. "He what…?"

I give a shaky inhale. The corner of my eyes blur up. "He…he did things-"

"What kind of things?" Ivan asks, his voice a little angered.

"G-Gilbert f-forced me to…he forced me to do dirty things…" I look up at Ivan and he seems to be not satisfied at my response.

"I-I…I gave him a…" My heart beats hard and I squeeze my eyes. "Blowjob." I whisper, too embarrassed.

I didn't speak, only listened to the breathing of Ivan's. It seemed to quicken and he grabbed my shoulder, a little painfully.

"He did what?" He hissed by my ear.

I didn't know if he wanted me to repeat myself if he didn't hear me, or he's asking the question rhetorically. I whimper at his angry face. His violet eyes seem to darken and he snarls his lips, showing canine teeth.

"I-I-I was forced!" I sob, the tears finally come out.

I shake my shoulders as I cover my face with my hands. Short little gasps escape my lips. A few minutes later, I feel hands around my shoulder. It rubs me affectionately then it pulls me into a hug. I look up at Ivan. His eyes are closed and his eyebrows furrow down, angry looking. Ivan doesn't let go and I stare at him in shock.

"Don't cry Matvey…I'm not here to criticize you." Ivan said and his expression relaxes.

As if magic, my tears stop and Ivan releases me. He wipes me eyes and holds my hand again. He tilts his head and squeezes my hand. My heart beats again and I could feel it fill up my chest, but not in a painful way. It's like my chest cannot contain my heart and I feel incredibly warm.

"I just wanted you to share with me Matvey," Ivan whispers.

My heart skips beat and it feels like all outside noise was cut off. My ears were only listening to the pounding in my chest and Ivan's presence.

"W-well, I was confused with everything; I'm also worried for you." Ivan lets out a sigh.

He straitens his back and runs his hands through his oatmeal hair. Sighing, Ivan turns back to me and smiles more.

"I'm your friend Matvey, da? If it also helps…I'm also interested in men."

My ears start ringing, as if I was on an airplane. I look at Ivan, gawking at him.

He…

He's what…?

"Y-y-y-you're g-g-gay?" I say.

I couldn't help and stutter. Ivan face didn't change, he kept his small smile. Ivan nods a bit and turns his head forward.

"I'm what you say…bisexual, that is how you say it, da?" He turns to me and nods.

Ivan…

I would've never guessed him to like other guys.

"You don't believe me?" He asks, tilting his head.

I shake my hands in front of me, shaking my head as well. "N-no it's not t-that…I-I'm just…shocked."

Ivan giggles a bit but then his face turns serious.

"Listen Matvey," he starts. Ivan clutches my hands and I notice his thumb slowly rub the back of my hand.

"I am here for you da? So please…don't be sad." Ivan looks at me, frowning.

We stare into each other eyes and I'm afraid of breaking the silence. His face slowly turns natural and I can see a little glint in them. They seem to sparkle or brighten more as the time ticks by.

The vibration of a phone breaks the silence.

The vibration comes from the back o my pants and I dig into it. Opening it, a 'new message' pops out. It was Father and he was wondering why I didn't come to the daycare.

"O-oh…sorry." I say to Ivan. I glance back at him and then at the phone, texting at the same time.

I reply saying I had a lot of homework. Even if it was a lie, this gave me an excuse to go home now. It's not that I wanted to leave, it's just what Ivan confessed to me makes me a little bit uncomfortable.

Awkward.

Dumbfounded.

"I-I-I should go…" I trail off, standing up.

Ivan stands up as well and nods understandably. Ivan holds up a finger saying 'one second' and retreats deeper into his home. A few rattling and a metal slamming, he comes back with a white shirt in hand.

"It should be clean now, da?" He says, handing it over to me.

Turning the button up shirt, I examine it. The blood stains are completely off and it looks as good as new.

"Thank you Ivan. I should probably give you this shirt back…" I said trailing off and looking down at the yellow sunflower shirt.

Ivan shakes his head and laughs. "Not a problem Matvey and its okay. You can keep it." He flashes a wide smile.

I feel myself blush and my heart beating.

"O-okay…"

I clumsily go back to Ivan's room and snatch my blazer. I stuff the white shirt into my bag, too lazy to put it on. Slipping the blazer on, I walk back to the living room and Ivan stand by the door. He opens the door and leans against it.

"Matvey, would you like me to walk you home?" He asks.

Blushing again, my heart beats against my chest.

Why is my heart acting up?

"N-no…it's okay. You already did so much Ivan…" I trail off into a whisper.

Ivan smiles. "No no, it was fine, da? You should visit again~!" He says childishly.

I giggle, missing his childish voice. I nod to him.

"Yeah, but not covered in blood again…"

Ivan gives another laugh and I join him. I step out into the hallway and Ivan says another farewell.

"Matvey…if you need anyone to talk to…you can come to me, da?" Ivan says seriously. He crosses his arms.

I nod my head slowly, my heart beating again and my ace flushing. It actually feels nice that I have someone to talk to now…especially Ivan being bisexual.

He can somewhat understand my feelings.

"Y-yeah Ivan…thank you. I will." I give a small smile.

Ivan smiles again and waves, then goes inside his home and closes the door. I slowly walk out of the apartment and to my train station, actually feeling at peace in a long time.

Telling Ivan actually some things has lifted weight off my shoulders.

And I plan on telling him more.

A/N:

Yes!

The moment you've been all waiting for!

Ivan is bisexual!

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