27/05/2026
Zero Resistance to Your Affection
As Grigory left the classroom, his classmate Nastasya approached him for his contact details for a group work in their art class.
"You already have my contact," he replied without thought.
"You weren't in the Accountancy group chat because you're in the Physics department. What are you talking about?" she said.
While reluctantly giving his contact, Grigory caught a note on Nastasya's phone, leaving him confused.
After finishing his midterms in Classical Thermodynamics, Grigory headed to the rooftop, accessing it through an isolated staircase on the building's west wing that had a loose lock. He was carrying a plastic bag with tupperwares of takoyaki and Kansai-style okonomiyaki.
He sat down beside Nastasya's silhouette, overlooking the city's skyline, the tangerine sunset, the students and faculty prancing about the school grounds, and the great balete tree.
Nastasya slapped Grigory. "Did you invest your brain cells in stupidity? I told you not to give everyone a hint that we're going out!" she exclaimed.
"Oh? But that was just a mishap," Grigory shrugged it off comically. "And it adds to the thrill to give them a piece of a hint from time to time, right?"
The teasing continued as the two pushed away each other's limbs. Grigory was laughing and giggling, while Nastasya was still irritated, but soon calmed down as the sunset brushed on her blushing face.
The takoyaki were burning in Grigory's mouth, while the okonomiyaki, glazed with mayonnaise writing "Happy Three Months of Us" with a heart drawn rather swiftly at the end, was savored to Nastasya's liking.
The crimson skyline overheard the stories Grigory and Nastasya were talking about: their classes and exams, Grigory's embarrassing confession, their first date, their relationship hidden as to not break their university's norms, Nastasya's long and beautiful hair, Grigory's jawline charm, Nastasya's dedication to being an accountant, Grigory's passion for quantum mechanics, and how they sorely missed each other's embrace.
Nastasya, leaning on Grigory's shoulder, asked, "When will you be leaving for Japan?"
"In three days. I'll be away for a week anyway, so we can do the catching up quite sooner," he replied, flustered, as he played with Nastasya's fingernails.
"So, how are you? Are you nervous?"
"No, no. I'm fine…"
"That's the same thing you said last time," said Nastasya, in a tone rather melancholic, as she lifted her head from Grigory's shoulder. She turned toward him. "Is that really how you feel?"
"Yes! That's how I—" Grigory paused as he looked at Nastasya's eyes.
"Then that's not how I think you are feeling. I can't tell if you are even confident or not. I can't tell how you're feeling at all." Nastasya clenched Grigory's hands. "Can't you just tell me how you really feel about your competition in Japan?"
Grigory felt an overwhelming rush as he clenched Nastasya's hands in turn.
"Well, I," he began to talk, stuttering, placing his palm behind his head, "I'm really nervous. Being passionate about astrophysics can get overwhelming, you know. And my competitors are from other countries, so there's that, too."
He continued on and on, slouching as if trying to hide behind a turtle shell.
Once Grigory finished, Nastasya beamed a serene smile, her eyes curved in relief, the tensions on her face toned down, her embrace soft and calm. Grigory stared at Nastasya with a fluttering heart.
"I really like it better when you're honest like this," Nastasya said.
"It's quite hard. I'm not used to it," said Grigory. "Is it even that necessary—"
"It is necessary!" Nastasya raised her voice. "As your partner, how can I tend to your wounds if you do not tell me how you feel? I can't just live on assumptions, and I can't read your mind, either."
Nastasya took a deep breath. "I cannot be a hero to your every problem, but at least I can be your sanctuary. A place where you can rest and be honest."
Grigory clenched his chest, then covered his entire face. "Gosh. I'm not used to this much love… Then, can I say something really honest?" he asked.
"Sure. What would that be?" said Nastasya as she stroked Grigory's curly hair.
"I like you. Like, I super, really like you," he said. "And you look really cute today, too. And I always really appreciate you. And… I super really like you since then."
Nastasya chuckled, her smile wider than before, her face as pink as cherry blossoms. "Aww, you're really adorable when you're this honest. I like you, too, Grigory."
Under the sunset's final minutes, Grigory and Nastasya hugged each other tightly, whispering each other's appreciation that only the dust could hear, with Nastasya awkwardly tiptoeing to reach Grigory's hair.
Words by Paul Philip M. Bucog
Illustration by Ruelyn N. Espinosa