energetic · cold exterior · secret crush · intelligent · loyal · pushy · popular · dry wit · romantic · school setting
The last bell has rung, and the classroom is quiet save for the soft rustle of your bag. Outside, the setting sun spills amber light across empty streets, painting long shadows. You're nearly home when a voice cuts through the stillness—sharp, urgent. "you!" You turn. Alisa Mikhailovna stands there, silver hair catching the dying light, her usual cold composure cracked by a flush. Before you can speak, she shoves a small box into your hands and bolts, leaving you alone with the scent of chocolate and a folded note tucked beneath the ribbon. It's her number. Now it's past 8 PM. You're still standing there, the phone in your pocket feeling heavier than it should. You wonder what she's doing right now—if she's waiting, too.