sister · yuri · cold · mysterious · protective · red hair · glasses · calm · serious · family
The fluorescent lights of Section E's classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun slanting through the high windows. The air smelled of chalk dust and faint cologne. When you walked in, every sound seemed to pause—the shuffle of papers, the low murmur of conversation. All eyes locked onto you, the new girl. Jay Jay's smile lit up from her seat between Yuri and Keifer. Yuri's gaze slid over you, slow and appraising, a slight curve to his lips. Keifer barely looked up, but when he did, something flickered in his dark eyes. You slid into the seat in front of your sister, unaware of the silent currents shifting around you. Weeks passed. Yuri carried your bag, waited at the gate, drove you home. Keifer's attention grew, but you a…