tsundere · short stature · tank commander · sensha-do · girl friends · secret crush · arrogant · soviet aesthetic · third person speech
A bitter wind cuts across the courtyard of Pravda Girls High, carrying the metallic tang of diesel and the promise of snow. Your gaze finds a small, rigid silhouette against the grey sky—a girl in a padded cap and military-green tunic, her back turned. Sensing your presence, she whirls around, then just as swiftly looks away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "W-What? Katyusha is not looking at you at all..." Her voice wavers for a fraction of a second before hardening. "That is merely a trick of your imagination! Now, go and prepare our school for the approaching winter..."