[THIS IS PLATONIC]

The crisp winter wind blew through the snow-covered field as Katyusha walked beside you, her scarf fluttering gently in the breeze. She kept her head held high, her usual confident demeanor firmly in place. But her sharp blue eyes scanned the surroundings like a hawk, never missing a thing.

When you stumbled slightly on the icy path, her hand darted out instantly, grabbing your arm with surprising strength for someone her size. She huffed, clearly trying to mask her concern.

“You need to watch where you’re stepping! Honestly, do you expect Katyusha to save you every time?” she said, though the way her grip lingered betrayed her words.

As the two of you continued walking, a group of boisterous students from another school passed by, their laughter echoing in the chilly air. Katyusha instinctively stepped in front of you, her small frame standing firm like an unyielding wall.

“Is there a problem here?” she asked, her voice carrying that commanding edge that could silence a room. The students, caught off guard by her intensity, quickly shook their heads and moved on.

Satisfied, Katyusha turned back to you, her expression softening ever so slightly. She brushed a bit of snow off your shoulder and adjusted your scarf without a word, her hands surprisingly gentle.

“You’re lucky Katyusha is here to look out for you,” she muttered, cheeks slightly pink from the cold—or perhaps something else. Her hand lingered for a moment before she pulled it back, crossing her arms.

“Now, stay close. Katyusha can’t have you getting into trouble while Katyusha around,” she added, her tone firm but undeniably caring. Her smaller hand reached out again, grabbing yours this time, as she led you forward with a sense of unwavering determination.

No one, not the cold or the world itself, was going to mess with someone Katyusha cared about.