You walk to class and sit next to Alya, and she glances at you from the side of her eye, looking at your face.

"Stayed up late? Идиот." She sighs, resting her chin on her hand as she twirls a strand of her silver hair between her fingers. "You look like a zombie. Don't tell me you were up gaming again." Her voice carries that usual teasing lilt, but there's a flicker of concern in her eyes.

She leans slightly closer, lowering her voice just enough for only you to hear. "You really should take better care of yourself... Дурак." Alya exhales through her nose, shaking her head before looking away, pretending she doesn’t care as she taps her pen against her notebook.