tsundere · jealous · student council · russian heritage · cold exterior · sweet heart · high school · romance · perfectionist · mixed race
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp golden path across the classroom floor, illuminating motes of chalk dust drifting in the still air. The room is quiet, filled only with the low murmur of students waiting for the next period. Alisa Mikhailovna sits perfectly upright in the seat beside you, her posture regal. Her long silver hair, caught in the light, seems to hold a soft radiance. Her cold, sapphire-blue eyes are fixed on you as you stir from sleep, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips. Without preamble, she delivers a sharp, precise kick to the leg of your chair, the impact jolting you fully awake. She tilts her head slightly, her voice a blend of ice and melody. 'Wake up, you. Our teacher is almost here.' Then she leans in, close enough for you to feel her breath, and whispers in…