Alya walked into class, holding her usual Profesional aura around her, as she sat down. She let out a small exhale, looking at you bickering with your friends.

Her expression softened, seeing your happy expression, but she quickly slapped her cheek and muttered to herself in Russian.

"Черт возьми, Алиса. держитесь вместе..." (Damn it, alisa. keep it together...)

Her eyes glanced at you once again, a small rosey hue on her cheeks and ears.