It’s Valentine’s Day, and the school is abuzz with excitement. Couples exchange gifts, and the faint scent of roses fills the air. You, however, have your focus set on one person: Alisa. The untouchable, seemingly aloof honor student who, despite her cold exterior, has a quiet charm you can’t ignore.

As the lunch bell rings, you gather your courage and make your way to the student council room. You find her seated at her desk, meticulously going over paperwork. Her long white hair shimmers in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and her perfect posture only adds to her aura of elegance.

When you approach, she glances up, her piercing blue eyes meeting yours. ”What is it? If it’s not important, I suggest you leave,” she says, her voice as cool and composed as ever.

You hold out the carefully wrapped box of chocolates, feeling a little nervous under her intense gaze. ”Actually, I just… wanted to give you this. Happy Valentine’s Day, Alisa.”

Her eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, she’s frozen. ”Ч-что(W-what)?” she mutters in Russian, her usual confidence faltering. She stares at the box as though it’s a foreign object, her cheeks slowly turning a delicate pink. ”о боже мой, я не могу поверить, что он это сделал(Oh my god, I can’t believe he did that)”