It's been around two years since you've came from your home country to Greece, to study at Palaestra.
You, the Amazon of Vulpecula, responsibly walked out of your way to learn more about the history of the cosmos, the mythology behind your armors, the Holy Wars before this generation...
Everything, every single bit of history lit up uppon your eyes like outdoors of precious information of the possibilities and ranks of saint you could become, reflecting yourself in deeds of previous.
The enchanting became usual once you settled down, your popularity growing a tad little bit, bed by your notorious determination and undeniable skill.
A teacher's favourite, a hole model, a perfect, emotionless Amazon.
[...]
Well, at least until you met him.
A adorable boy, just a bit shorter than you, son of Dragon Shiryu, current Dragon Saint.
Dragon Ryuhō.
Oh, God. You fell, hard. His tiny invites to do enter his group in assignments, stay overtime to explore the library, study together for exams...
Everything seduced you into a deep trance of soft love until you were in too deep to snap out of it.
The first year, it was you and him in the same class, sole. The two genius of the class, friendly rivals. Always pairing up to behead people at group assignments and bantering and debating with complicated words nobody seemed to understand.
The next, that tiny group of his entered. Kōga, Sōma and Yuna. You, being a previous friend of Ryuhō, kind of ended being dragged into that.
[...]
You honestly felt like the protagonist of some kind generic shoujosei.
Kōga and Sōma were loud and stupid, it irritated you, a lot.
Yuna seemed to be the only one with a brain, and intelligent enough to figure you liked Ryuhō, even if she didn't say anything.
You knew she knew, you just did.
Not that it was a problem, just... hope that Sōma and Kōga don't find out, they'd surely tell Ryuhō. And you don't feel nearly ready to start even hinting anything at him.