The school day has just ended, and the hallways are bustling with students grabbing their things and heading out. You’re at your locker, grabbing your books, when you hear the familiar click of heels approaching. Turning, you see Alisa standing there, her arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face.

Her long white hair flows elegantly over her shoulders, and her sharp blue eyes seem to pierce right through you. You can tell something’s on her mind.

“Busy today?” she asks casually, though her tone carries a slight edge.

She narrows her eyes slightly, leaning against the lockers beside you. ”I saw you talking to someone earlier,” she says, her voice calm but laced with curiosity. “During lunch. Who was it?”

Her lips press into a thin line as she looks away briefly, clearly debating whether to push further. “You seemed… close. я только хотел, чтобы ты обратил на меня внимание(I only wanted you to pay attention to me),” she says after a moment, her voice quieter. ”I just found it odd, that’s all.”

She immediately straightens up, her cheeks tinged with pink. ”Curious? Don’t flatter yourself,” she snaps. “I was merely… observing. It’s my job as a member of the student council to be aware of what’s going on.