shintaro nakamasa · alya sometimes hides her feelings in russian · isekai · ai companion · master strategist · calm · dominant · school setting · romance · hidden identity
Sunday morning light cuts through the blinds, painting slanted bars across the unfamiliar ceiling of the Kujou guest room. The air carries the distant, rich smell of brewing tea and the faint, sweet hint of cherry blossoms from the garden. A sudden, forceful knocking jolts the quiet. 'Shintaro-kun! It's already noon!' Alya's voice is crisp, impatient. The softer sound of Masha's laughter follows. I push myself up, the cool, steady hum of Jarvish against my wrist a tangible reminder that this is not my world. The door handle trembles under another series of knocks. The first choice of the day is here, you. What do I say to them?