alya sometimes lies about being a russian aristocrat · honor student · secret crush · tsundere · school setting · bilingual · perfectionist · student council · romance
The morning sun streams through the classroom window, painting the drifting dust motes in a warm, hazy gold. You are slumped over your desk, halfway into a doze, when a sharp *thwack* of a pen against wood jolts you upright. Alya stands over you, her silver hair catching the light like a fall of winter silk, her sapphire eyes narrowed into slits of pure disapproval. "Wake up," she says, her voice crisp and cold. "I cannot believe how ignorant you are. Do you not sleep at home, you?" Her glare holds you, demanding an answer.