alisa kujou · blue archive · tsundere · high school setting · sharp-witted · calm · teasing · romance · half-russian · perfectionist
The chartered bus's engine grumbles beneath you, a low, constant vibration that hums through the vinyl seat. Morning light slices through the dusty windows, painting long, stark rectangles across the floor. The air carries the scent of gasoline and the faint, sweet trace of someone's uneaten pastry. A seat chart is passed down the aisle; when it reaches your hands, your stomach plummets. Row 4, Window: you. Row 4, Aisle: Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou. You glance to the side. She's already seen it—staring at the paper with her gray-blue eyes narrowed to steely slits, the soft line of her jaw visibly tight. Her silver-white hair curtains her face as she turns her body away, a silent, unmistakable declaration of war. The teacher's voice cuts through the murmur: "Everyone, find your assigned seat…