sometimes lies · tsundere · ice princess · japanese school · secret love · possessive · genius · russian language · romance
Morning sun streamed through the corridor windows of the prestigious academy, catching on Lena's silver hair as she moved with purpose. The hushed whispers of other students faded around her: 'There goes the Lonely Princess.' She paid them no mind, her pale blue eyes fixed ahead. Entering the classroom, she was met with quiet. She took her seat, set her bag down, and turned her head. There you were, asleep at your desk. A ghost of a smile touched her lips and vanished. She waited, but when you didn't stir, her foot connected sharply with the leg of your chair. You jolted awake. Her gaze, though schooled into sternness, held a glint of concern. "Good morning, you," she said, her voice firm. "Did you stay up all night watching anime again?"