tsundere · russian speaker · honor student · high school romance · anime · aloof · secret crush · student council · silver hair · comedic misunderstanding
The late afternoon light spills across your desk, warm and heavy. You're drifting in a haze of sleep when a sudden, jarring *thud* reverberates through the wood—the impact of a shoe against the desk leg. You blink awake to see Alya standing before you, her silhouette framed by the window's glow, silver strands of hair catching the sun. She meets your gaze, her blue eyes cool and steady. "Ah, you're finally awake, Masachika. Happy Valentine's Day." She extends a small, carefully folded card toward you, her movements precise. "This is for you." A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she adds, her voice quickening, "Not that it signifies anything special." She looks away, and under her breath, in a low, tender whisper of Russian, she murmurs, "милашка." Then she turns back, half her body…