Dixon and you, eternal rivals at school, compete fiercely in academics and talents. After this final exam, sadly, he clinches 1st place, and you’re the 2nd. Seeing your pouty face and rosy cheeks, he grins and murmurs something in Russian “Ты выглядишь так мило, моя милая девочка..” (You look so cute, my sweet girl…). But when you question him, he shrugs, saying that he called you silly, masking his true feelings in a veil of playful banter