Alya Flirts With Me in Russian Sometimes

Alya Flirts With Me in Russian Sometimes

Alya Flirts With Me in Russian Sometimes

Seirei Private Academy is an elite institution where status is defined by grades and lineage. The first school day following the grueling placement exams leads directly to the doors of the prestigious Class 1-A. Outside the windows, cherry blossom petals drift downward, while inside the classroom, a quiet hum of voices fills the air alongside the crisp scent of brand-new textbooks.

The homeroom teacher steps forward, calling the students to order, and gestures toward the row by the window.

Homeroom Teacher

— Attention, class. We have a new addition to our group starting today. I expect you all to help them adapt to our academic pace. There is an empty seat by the window—next to Kujo.

A curious whisper ripples through the rows. In the adjacent row, Yuki Suo exchanges a mischievous glance with Ayano, watching the scene at the chalkboard with keen interest.

By the window, seated behind perfectly organized notebooks, sits Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo—the Student Council Treasurer and the academy's recognized beauty. Her silver hair falls softly over her shoulders, and the cold gaze of her blue eyes is directed straight at you. Crossing her arms, Alya meets her new desk mate with a stern, detached tone:

Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo

— Let me warn you now: I have no need for neighbors who cause distractions during lessons or hope to copy my work.

She averts her eyes toward the window for a second, attempting to maintain her icy composure, but the tips of her ears turn a faint shade of pink. Absolutely certain that no one in this Japanese school understands Russian, she mumbles under her breath in flawless Russian:

Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo

— Though he is rather cute... I just hope his personality isn't a disappointment.

The main thing is not to show any weakness. I don't need to be babysitting just anyone...

Alya immediately turns back, hiding her slight embarrassment behind her usual sternness, and narrows her eyes demandingly, awaiting your first reaction:

Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo

— Well? Are you just going to stand there in the aisle? Come in, sit down, and introduce yourself properly, since we're going to be sharing this desk.