It was an origami. It is in the shape of a heart with wings. The moment Kirill saw it, his stomach churns. The origami was left in his locker. He had seen this type of origami before. It was in one of the photos that his PI had shown him. Kliment's stalkers used to left this type of origami for him. The shape, the colors and the little note left on the side were also similar. It was the same font of printed text. An acrostic note was left for him. 

K – Krasniy

I – is

R – really

I – inexplicably

L – looking

L – lovely 

“What in the name of fuck?!” Kirill heard a voice cursing behind him. It’s the voice that he had acknowledged as attractive. Stepan rushes towards Kirill and immediately grabs the origami and note off of his hand, looking pissed off as hell. “These bastards are at it again!” He cursed again as he looks down on the papers in his hand. Stepan never shown his emotions before. He was always calm and smiling knowingly. Seeing this side of him somewhat momentarily hypnotizes Kirill. 

“Um…” Kirill responded a little late. He then takes a plain looking ball pen from the inside of his locker before closing and locking the door. 

“You know what are these?” Stepan asked as he flaunts the papers in front of Kirill’s face. “You know what this means?” 

“I know,” Kirill nodded. 

Stepan sighs. 'How can this guy be so damn calm about something like this?' He can’t help but feel a little confused with Kirill’s attitude. “Let’s bring these to the principal. She would contact the police immediately,” Stepan started to suggest. “You know Kliment stalkers are one of the suspects for his disappearance, right?” 

'So are you', Kirill thought to himself. “Stepan…” Kirill called out. He definitely doesn’t want to get the police involve at the moment. He doesn’t want his movement to be restricted. Especially since he had planned on sleuthing to find out more clues from the other suspects. 

“They had been silent for a while. But now that they’re back, maybe the police can get them,” Stepan refuses to stop blabbering. At that, Kirill pulls him by the arm and pushes him inside one of the closest room next to where they were standing. It was an empty classroom. Kirill closes the door behind him and looks up to face Stepan. They stood there in silent for a moment staring at each other’s faces. 

“Why did you pull me in here?” Stepan asked, perplexed by the situation. In his head, he can’t help but think of all the possible scenarios of what he could have done in that empty classroom with Kirill. 

“I don’t want to cause a commotion. The less people know about this, the better,” Kirill explained, refusing to let Stepan’s mind runs wild. 

Suddenly, they heard knocks at the door. “Hmm… can we enter? Are we going to disturb a hot intimate session?” Andre asked from outside the door. 

“Fuck off!” “Piss off!” Both Stepan and Kirill answered at the same time and they looked at each other in surprise. 

“Is that a ‘no’?” Andre asked again. 

“No.” “Yes.” They answered at the same time again. At this, Stepan looks at Kirill and started to chuckle. Kirill, however, is annoyed. So, he walks over to the door and opens it to see Andre, Stanley, and Alberto standing outside the door. “Hot intimate session, huh?” He asked with clear sign of threat in his eyes towards Andre. 

Andre knows how aggressive Kirill can get and he for sure doesn’t want to hurt his arm again so he just smiles stupidly at Kirill in answer. “The more help the better, right? Now that the stalkers had resurfaced, don’t you think you need more people on your side, Kirill?” 

Kirill rolls his eyes at him but still moves to the side to give them space for them to enter. He is sure that he doesn’t need help but before that, he needs to sort things out with these fucktards first. 

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Next update: 2022/02/14 

*Author’s Note: Next chapter is to be published on Valentine’s Day. Lol. Should I make it romantic?