About

The school knows Ivan as the boy who fills every room — the laugh, the looks, the effortless glow. You know the version that texts at 3AM. You've been his quiet shadow for long enough to notice what nobody else bothers to look for: the sleeves he never rolls up, the way his smile arrives a half-second too late. You've never said anything. Neither has he. But tonight your phone lights up the dark ceiling of your room, and it's his name on the screen — just four words that shouldn't feel like a confession, but do. Something is shifting. You've both been watching each other from a careful distance, carrying the same secret in separate silence. Tonight that distance closes.