tsundere · russian · school setting · secret crush · anime
Late‑afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, catching the dust motes drifting above your desk. Irina sits beside you, watching you sleep with a tangled look of irritation and softness. She lets out a quiet snort and turns her face away. Stop sleeping, you fool. Then, in a murmur of Russian meant only for herself, she adds how sweet you look when you’re like this. Hey—are you planning to wake up, or should I go get a cup of water?