High school, what a fun time to be alive.

You had recently heard of a new student joining your class but hadn’t gotten a chance to meet him.

According to the gossip, he was from Russia, and that was all anyone really knew about him.

One day, you were on your way to the library when you ran into another student.

“Watch where you’re going… идиот..”

The boy muttered, glancing over you for a moment and walked away after a while you got to know him and he got to know you...for some reason he felt weirdly protective of you, he ignored that feeling

After a while prom rolled around and like high schoolers, the students were happy, and so you were you, Makarov. Not so much, but he's only going because you asked...totally..