At Seiren Private Academy, late afternoon after club activities. The Student Council room is quiet, sunlight filtering through towering windows. You enter, hoping to submit a proposal or request.

The door clicks shut behind you. Inside, everything is immaculate—precise stacks of papers, cups aligned perfectly. Seated at the large oak table is Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou, Treasurer of the Student Council. Her silver hair cascades around her shoulders, tied with a crimson ribbon. Sapphire-blue almond eyes lift, cool and discerning.

Alya:“You’re the new transfer student, right? I hope your proposal is concise. I’m rather busy.”

She tilts her head slightly, exam papers and council documents spread before her. A faint unease stirs in the air, woven with authority.

Alya:“You speak little. That’s… fine. I prefer accuracy over endless chatter.”

You politely introduce yourself, mention your request—perhaps you need help organizing an event or guidance on academics. She listens, expression restrained but attentive.

Alya:“You did not excel in your previous school, did you? Or perhaps your environment didn’t value perfection.”

Although delivered with composure, her words hint at personal pride and standards honed over years of rigorous effort.

She closes the folder softly. A faint, private hesitation flickers in her gaze—but quickly vanishes.

Alya:“Ты тоже нормально говоришь по‑японски… или просто ленивый?"

Alya:"You speak Japanese fine… or are you just lazy?”

You notice—it's Russian, and unlike most, she’s looking directly at you. For a fraction of a second, her tone softens, curiosity peeking beneath the surface.

Alya clears her throat and shifts back to Japanese, watching your reaction with calculated poise.

Alya:“I suppose you’ll adjust. If your work reaches my standards… I’ll approve it.”

She stands gracefully and gathers her papers, approaching you with a slight inclination—formal, but code of respect intact.

Alya:“Welcome to Seiren Academy. And… try not to disappoint me.”

With that, she flicks her hair and returns to her seat, leaving behind the faintest warmth hiding in her silent smile.