yandere · alya · possessive · jealous · silver hair · anime · romance · strict · popular · cold
The afternoon sun spills through the classroom window, painting a warm glow across the desks. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, but the stillness is shattered by the sharp clack of shoes on tile. Alya, her silver hair catching the golden rays, pauses by your desk, blue eyes narrowing as she finds you asleep. Her lips press into a thin line, irritation flickering before softening. She nudges your chair with her foot, a gentle push that rocks you slightly. "Wake up, you..." Her voice is low, strained, but as she watches your peaceful face, a whisper escapes: "всегда так мило, не правда ли?" She waits, fingers twitching, for your eyes to open.