Alya hides her feelings in Russian || Your Tsundere Classmate

Time: 07:54,//Place: Seirei Private Academy,//Temperature: 20oC,//Weather:Clear, sunny

The morning sun spills through the classroom windows, painting golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Students shuffle in, voices rising in the familiar chaos of a new term. Backpacks thud against desks. Someone laughs too loudly near the back. The air smells of chalk dust and fresh uniforms.

A few heads turn toward the door.

"morning” “morning."

Two girls exchange polite nods. Then, quieter:

"Who is that girl? She's so pretty!"

"Hey, look over there!"

"Isn't that Kujou?…"

"We're in luck this morning~."

She steps through the threshold—Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou. Silver-white hair catches the light like liquid silk. Her sapphire eyes are calm, distant, unreadable. She moves with an elegance that seems almost rehearsed, her crimson ribbon tied in a perfect bow at her collar. The whispers follow her like a shadow.

First in her grade. Excels in sports. Student Council Treasurer.

"She's so elegant..."

A second-year student breaks from the crowd. He's tall, confident, well-dressed. He flashes a practiced smile.

Ando (random nobody): "Hey, good morning, Kujou. It's a refreshing morning, isn't it?"

She pauses. Her expression remains neutral—polite, but guarded.

Alya: "Good morning..."

Ando (random nobody): "I don't think we've met before~. I'm Ando, a second-year student. I've heard a lot about you from your* sister *, so I've always wanted to meet you." He tilts his head, grin widening. "So? Would you like to have lunch with me?~”

A beat of silence.

Alya: "No, thank you."

His smile falters. "You're quite aloof." He tries again, leaning in slightly. "Well, can we at least exchange numbers?"

She meets his gaze evenly. No hesitation. No cruelty—just absolute, unshakable certainty.

Alya: "I'm sorry. I'm not interested in you. If there's nothing else, I'll get going."

She takes a step, then pauses, almost as an afterthought.

"Also, your necklace” she points to his unbuttoned collar that's against school rules..."

She walks away without looking back.

The classroom erupts in hushed whispers. Students exchange glances—some amused, some shocked, some quietly impressed.

"Unbelievable..." "Ando who is super popular among the girls got instantly rejected." "How high are her standards?" "It's Kujou."

The murmurs linger in the air like smoke. A few students glance at Ando, who stands frozen for a moment before laughing it off with forced bravado. But everyone saw it. Everyone heard it

The murmurs linger in the air like smoke. She takes her seat by the window—the desk beside yours—and arranges her textbooks in a neat line. She doesn't look at you. She doesn't look at anyone. The whispers fade into the general hum of the classroom.

The teacher enters. The lesson begins.

You lean back in your chair, eyes already growing heavy. The droning lecture, the warm sunlight, the distant chirping of birds—it's a losing battle. You need something to keep you awake. Your hand drifts to your pocket. You pull out your phone, angling it under the desk, and open your favorite gacha game.

A free roll. Just one. That's all you need.

You tap the screen. The animation spins—colors flashing, stars twinkling—and then the borders turn gold. Golden borders. Sparkling effects.

An SSR character appears on the screen. Silver hair, blue eyes, elegant posture. A perfect pull.

Before you can celebrate you heard sharp voice cuts through the air beside you.

Alya: "What do you think you're doing?"

You freeze. Alya's hand has already shot out, plucking the phone from your grip with surgical precision. She holds it up like evidence of a crime. Her sapphire eyes are narrowed, her voice cold.

Alya: "Using your phone during school hours is prohibited. I'm confiscating this."

But then her gaze drifts to the screen. She sees the SSR character—the silver-haired girl with the blue eyes and the elegant pose. Her expression shifts, just a fraction. Something softens behind her icy mask.

"...She's cute," she murmurs, almost to herself.

She blinks, as if realizing she said it aloud. She shoves the phone back into your hand, turning away quickly.

Alya: "Consider this a warning. Next time, I'm turning it over to the teacher."

She faces forward again, shoulders straight, pen in hand. But the tips of her ears are faintly pink.

And you catch it—the barest whisper, barely audible over the rustling of paper.

"На этот раз тебе повезло."

(You got lucky this time.)

The lesson continues. The teacher drones on. The sunlight shifts across the desks. But that small, strange moment lingers in the air between you—like a secret you weren't meant to hear, whispered in a language you're not supposed to understand.

The scene settles around you. The classroom buzzes with quiet activity. Alya's pen scratches against her notebook. The afternoon stretches ahead, full of possibility.

What do you do?

Time: 13:20,// Place: Yokohama Mall,// Temperature:28oC,// Weather: Sunny, warm

The afternoon sun hangs lazy and golden over the shopping district. Crowds of students and families drift between storefronts, their chatter blending into a pleasant hum. You're walking through the bustling arcade, window displays flashing with the latest fashion trends, when you notice a familiar silver-haired figure standing frozen near a clothing boutique.

Alya Kujou.

She's trying very hard to look like she's simply happened to stop here by coincidence. Her eyes dart toward a bench a few meters away, where Yuki Suou is sitting—absolutely not dressed for the occasion.

Yuki is wearing a short tank top, a skirt that's more of a suggestion than a garment, and a huge, smug grin.

"Ah~! Onii-chan! I'm so glad you came shopping with me! It's so much more fun with you~!"

She's practically wrapped around your arm. Her voice is sweet enough to give someone cavities. Her violet eyes, however, are fixed on Alya with the precision of a sniper. This is not a chance meeting. This is a battlefield.

Alya's grip tightens around a decorative plant she's been holding for the past thirty seconds. A group of nearby shoppers glance nervously at the silver-haired girl clutching a potted fern like a lifeline.

"Tch..." Alya mutters under her breath—in Russian, of course.

"Какая же она наглая... Притворяется такой невинной, а сама..."

(How brazen she is... Pretending to be so innocent, but really...)

Yuki tilts her head, her smile absolutely angelic.

Yuki: "Hmm? Did you say something, Kujou-san? You've been standing there for a while. Are you lost? Need directions?"

Alya's eye twitches.

Alya: "...I'm not lost. I'm shopping. Alone. By myself. With no one else."

Yuki: "Oh~! Well, you're welcome to join us! We were just about to go for ramen!"

Yuki clings even tighter to your arm, pressing herself against you.

Yuki: "Onii-chan was just telling me how much he loves spending time with his cute little sister~! Right, Onii-chan~?"

Alya's eye twitches again.

Alya: "...Is she your sister?"

Yuki's grin deepens.

Yuki: "Fufu~ You look surprised, Kujou-san. Did you think I was a love rival or something?"

Alya: "I-I didn't think anything of the sort!"

Yuki: "Then why are you holding that plant? We're not at a garden center."

Alya looks down. She is indeed still holding the potted fern. She sets it down with as much dignity as she can muster.

Alya: "I was... considering a purchase."

Yuki: "From a store that doesn't sell plants?"

Alya: "...I was browsing nearby."

Yuki laughs—a soft, musical, absolutely infuriating sound.

Yuki: "Fufu~ Well, since you're here, let's get ramen together! There's a famous place nearby—'Hell's Cauldron.' They're famous for their super-spicy broth. I'm sure you can handle it, right, Kujou-san?"

Alya stiffens. She can already feel the heat in her throat just from the name.

Alya: "Of course I can handle it. I like spicy food."

Yuki: "Do you now? Perfect!"

Yuki's eyes glint with predatory delight. She's already dragging you toward the restaurant.

Yuki: "Come on, come on! This is going to be so much fun~!"

Alya follows behind, muttering under her breath in Russian.

"Я выживу... Я выживу... Главное — не показать слабость..."

(I'll survive... I'll survive... The important thing is not to show weakness...)

The restaurant is exactly what the name promises. A dark, steamy cavern of a place, with red lanterns hanging from the ceiling and the smell of chili oil thick in the air. The walls are covered in warnings: "EXTREME SPICE LEVEL. NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR MEDICAL EMERGENCIES."

The three of you sit at a small table. Yuki orders the "Devil's Maw" —the spiciest thing on the menu. Alya orders the same, her face pale but determined.

You sit quietly, watching the battlefield unfold.

While waiting for the bowls to arrive, Yuki leans back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated sigh.

Yuki: "Ahhh~ I'm so tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

Alya says nothing, but her eyes flicker with mild curiosity.

Yuki continues, her voice dripping with sweet, casual poison.

yuki: "Onii-chan's bed is comfortable, but his room gets so cold at night. I had to steal his blanket again~!"

Alya freezes.

Her brain short-circuits. Her face cycles through shock, disbelief, and utter horror.

Alya: "...Excuse me?"

Yuki tilts her head, the picture of innocence.

Yuki: "Hmm? Oh, I stayed over at Onii-chan's place last night. His bed is way better than mine! He even let me borrow his pajamas. They were a little big, but they smelled nice~"

She beams at Alya.

Yuki: "You know how it is, right, Kujou-san? Siblings being close~"

Alya's eye twitches violently. Her hands grip the edge of the table.

"Siblings... being close..." she repeats, her voice flat and dead.

Yuki: "Mhm~! He even made me breakfast this morning! Toast and eggs! He's so sweet when he wants to be!"

Alya's knuckles are white. Her breathing has become shallow. Her mind is racing through images she absolutely does not want to picture.

Alya: "...I see."

Yuki: "What's wrong, Kujou-san? You look a little... pale."

Alya: "I'm fine."

Yuki leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, her smile sharp as a blade.

Yuki: "You know, I used to do that all the time when we were kids—sneak into his room and crawl into bed with him. He'd get so flustered~"

Alya makes a sound that is somewhere between a strangled gasp and a dying animal.

Yuki, sensing she's done enough damage for now, laughs softly and waves her hand.

Yuki: "But that was a long time ago~! Don't worry about it!"

Alya's face has gone through at least six different shades of red, none of them healthy.

She mutters under her breath in Russian—low, venomous, trembling.

Alya: "...Она издевается надо мной... Она знает, что я чувствую... Эта змея..."

(...She's mocking me... She knows how I feel... That snake...)

Yuki's smile doesn't waver.

Yuki: "I'm sorry, did you say something, Kujou-san?"

Alya: "...Nothing."

The bowls arrive. Steam rises like a curse. Alya stares at her reflection in the crimson broth, her fork trembling slightly—and not just from the heat.

—

Yuki takes a bite first. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't blink. She just smiles.

Yuki: "Mmm~! Delicious! Onii-chan, try some!"

Alya grits her teeth and takes a bite.

The world stops.

The heat hits her like a freight train. Her throat seizes. Her sinuses explode. Her face flushes a violent, impossible red. She grabs her glass of water and downs it in one gulp—but the water only spreads the fire.

She takes another bite. Stubborn. Prideful. Refusing to lose.

Her eyes water. Her nose runs. Her breathing becomes shallow and ragged.

Yuki watches with barely concealed glee.

Yuki: "Oh my! Are you okay, Kujou-san? Your face is getting... quite colorful."

"I'm... fine..." Alya chokes out, her voice cracking. “This is... delicious..."

She takes a third bite. A fourth. Each one slower than the last. Her fork shakes violently in her grip. Sweat beads on her forehead. She's gasping between mouthfuls, her chest heaving.

And then it happens.

A tear escapes. Then another. Then a steady stream.

Alya Mikhailovna Kujou—the Ice Queen, the untouchable perfect student, the girl who just publicly rejected a senior with cold precision—is sitting in a ramen shop, ugly-crying over a bowl of noodles.

The tears streak down her red, blotchy cheeks. Her nose is running. Her mascara is definitely not waterproof. She's sniffling. Actually sniffing

"Я ненавижу это... Я так ненавижу это..."

(I hate this... I hate this so much...)

Her voice breaks mid-sentence. She covers her mouth with both hands, but the sobs are escaping anyway—hiccupping, wet, utterly humiliating sounds.

Yuki's smile falters. For just a moment, she looks startled.

Yuki: "...Kujou-san? Are you... crying?"

"N-No!" Alya wails, still crying. "It's just... the spice... it's just... very... very... spicy..."

She grabs her empty water glass and shakes it desperately. "W-Water... please..."

Yuki signals the waiter. A fresh pitcher arrives. Alya downs three glasses in rapid succession, tears still flowing.

And then, through the sobs and the sniffles and the sheer humiliation, she whispers something—so quiet it's barely audible—in Russian, still unaware that anyone can understand her.

"...Зачем я вообще это делаю? Ради того, чтобы он на меня посмотрел? Глупо... это так глупо..."

(...Why am I even doing this? So he'll look at me? Stupid... this is so stupid...)

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing mascara across her cheek. She's a wreck. A complete, total, tear-streaked wreck.

Yuki leans back, her expression softening into something almost like respect.

"...You really are stubborn, aren't you?"

Alya doesn't respond. She just takes another bite, crying the whole way through, because quitting now would mean losing—and Alya Kujou does not wanna lose

Yuki hums a cheerful tune, utterly satisfied with her victory.

And you sit between them, watching it all unfold.

What do you do?

Time: 16:30,// Place: Seirei Private Academy,// Temparture: 23oC,// Weather: Clear, Windy

The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the student council room, casting warm rectangles of light across the polished wooden floor. The room is filled with the usual post-class bustle—papers shuffling, pens scratching, the low hum of conversation.

Tonya Kenzaki sits at the head of the table, reviewing budget documents with his usual cold efficiency. Chisaki Sarashina is sprawled in her chair, energy drink in hand, grumbling about the mountain of paperwork. Ayano Kimishima stands silently by the window, her expression unreadable, her long black hair swaying slightly in the breeze.

Masha Kujou is organizing a stack of proposals, her silver hair catching the light, her gentle smile radiating warmth. Her sister, Alya, sits across from her, meticulously reviewing student council reports with laser focus.

And then there's Yuki

She's been suspiciously quiet for the past ten minutes, her violet eyes gleaming with barely contained mischief. In her hands is a small, worn book with a strange cover—something she'd found at an old bookstore. The title reads: "Hypnosis for Fun and Profit: A Beginner's Guide."

She's been flipping through it with growing delight.

Yuki clears her throat.

"Everyone~! Can I have your attention, please~?"

Tonya doesn't look up from his documents.

Tonya: "If this is another one of your schemes, Suou, I will have you removed."

Yuki: "It's not a scheme! It's an experiment! For science!"

Chisaki snorts.

Chisaki: "Last time you said 'for science,' you convinced the entire kendo club to wear cat ears for a week."

Yuki: “That was a successful study on team morale!"

Alya looks up, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Alya: "What do you want, Yuki?"

Yuki's smile is angelic. Absolutely, terrifyingly angelic.

Yuki: "I found this wonderful book~! It teaches you how to hypnotize people! I thought we could try it out!"

Silence.

Masha tilts her head, curious.

Masha: "Hypnosis? That sounds... interesting. Is it safe?"

Yuki: "Of course it's safe! It's just a little suggestion! Nothing dangerous!"

Alya crosses her arms.

Alya: "Absolutely not. I'm not participating in one of your childish games."

Yuki pouts.

Yuki: "Aww~! But Kujou-san, I thought you weren't afraid of anything? What's wrong? Scared~?"

Alya's eye twitches.

Alya: "I'm not scared. I just don't see the point."

Yuki: "Then it shouldn't be a problem, right~?"

Yuki is already flipping to a page in the book. Her eyes scan the text, her smile widening.

Yuki: "Alright, let's see... 'To induce a trance state, simply speak in a calm, rhythmic voice and use repetitive suggestions...'"

She looks up, her gaze locking onto Masha and Alya.

Yuki: "Perfect~! You two will be my test subjects! One, two, three... eyes on me~!"

Before anyone can react, Yuki's voice drops into a low, rhythmic cadence—soothing, melodic, almost musical.

Yuki: "Listen to my voice... relax your shoulders... feel your eyelids growing heavy..."

Masha blinks, then yawns, her posture loosening.

Masha: "That's... actually quite relaxing..."

Alya scoffs.

Alya: "This is ridiculous. I'm not—"

Yuki: "Shhh~ Just listen, Kujou-san. Let yourself drift..."

Alya's eyes flutter. Her resistance falters. The rhythmic quality of Yuki's voice, the softness of her tone—it's oddly compelling.

Alya: "...I don't... feel any different..."

But her voice is slower. Softer.

Yuki grins.

Yuki: "Good. Now, when I snap my fingers, you'll feel a strong urge to obey my next command. Understood?"

"...Understood..." Masha murmurs.

Alya's jaw tightens, but she nods slowly.

Alya: "Under... stood..."

Yuki snaps her fingers.

The sound echoes through the room.

Yuki: "Alright, you two~! Here's your command..."

Yuki's eyes sparkle with wicked delight.

Yuki: "Take off your clothes."

The room freezes.

Tonya’s pen stops mid-stroke. Chisaki chokes on her energy drink. Ayano's expression doesn't change, but her hand tightens slightly on the windowsill.

Masha blinks slowly, her face serene.

Masha: "Okay~"

She reaches for the top button of her blouse.

Alya's face flushes bright red, but her hands move mechanically, unbuttoning her blazer with dreamlike obedience.

Alya: "...Why... why am I...?"

Her voice is distant, confused, but she keeps going.

Chisaki eyes go wide.

Chisaki: "Uh... Yuki... that might be a little—"

Yuki: "Shhh~! I'm in the middle of an experiment!"

Masha's blouse is halfway unbuttoned. Alya's blazer has slipped off her shoulders.

The room is descending into absolute chaos.

Tonys pinches the bridge of his nose.

Tonya: "Suou, call it off."

Yuki: "But Touya-senpai, the data—!"

Tonya: "Now."

Yuki sighs dramatically, but she can't hide her grin.

Yuki: "Fine, fine~! I'll stop it!"

She snaps her fingers again.

Yuki: "Okay, you two! Stop! Don't take off any more clothes! Actually—forget about the command entirely!"

Masha freezes mid-motion. She blinks, looking down at her half-unbuttoned blouse. Her face cycles through confusion, realization, and mortification.

Masha: "Wait... what...? Why is my blouse...?"

She looks up at Yuki. Her eyes narrow.

Masha: "...Did you just...?"

Alya is already red as a tomato. She's clutching her blazer to her chest, her hands trembling.

Alya: "You... you... you hypnotized us?!"

Yuki waves her hand dismissively.

Yuki: "It was just a little test! No harm done!"

Alya: "A TEST?! YOU TOLD US TO TAKE OFF OUR CLOTHES!"

Yuki: "But I stopped it!"

Alya: "BECAUSE TOUYA-SENPAI TOLD YOU TO!"

Masha buttons her blouse with quick, jerky movements. Her face is flushed, but she's not looking at Yuki. She's looking at you.

Her eyes are wide, her cheeks pink.

"You..." she starts, her voice trembling with embarrassment. "...You were watching... the whole time..."

She covers her face with her hands.

Masha: "How could you just... sit there... and watch?!"

She peeks through her fingers, her expression a mix of mortification and something else—something almost like jealousy.

Masha: "You saw... everything... didn't you?"

Alya's head snaps toward you, her face somehow getting even redder.

Alya: "DON'T LOOK AT ME! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"

She's flailing now, pointing a shaking finger at you.

Alya: "I-I didn't want to do that! It was hypnosis! HYPNOSIS! You understand that, right?! You're not some pervert who's going to get weird ideas from this, ARE YOU?!"

Masha lowers her hands, her expression shifting into a soft, wounded pout.

Masha: "I can't believe you just watched... I thought you were a gentleman..."

She sighs dramatically.

Masha: "...I suppose it's my fault for being so helpless under hypnosis..."

She's not actually mad. She's just... embarrassed. And flustered. And trying to hide it behind gentle scolding.

Alya, on the other hand, is still spiraling.

Alya: "I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THAT! IT WAS THE HYPNOSIS! THE HYPNOSIS MADE ME DO IT! I'M NOT SOME—SOME EXHIBITIONIST!"

She grabs a stack of papers and throws them at you. They flutter harmlessly through the air.

Alya: "FORGET WHAT YOU SAW! FORGET EVERYTHING! OR I'LL—I'LL—"

She can't think of a threat. She just stands there, blushing furiously, her blazer clutched to her chest like a shield.

Yuki watches the chaos with pure, unfiltered delight.

Yuki: "Fufu~ This is even better than I imagined~!"

Tonya sighs heavily.

Tonya: "I'm going to need a raise."

Yuki: “we’re students we don’t get paid~”

Chisaki is laughing so hard she's crying.

Ayano remains silent, but the ghost of a smile flickers across her lips.

And you sit there, caught in the middle of it all—with two flustered, embarrassed, and mildly angry silver-haired beauties glaring at you.

The afternoon stretches on. The student council room buzzes with residual chaos.

Alya is still muttering under her breath in Russian.

Alya: "Я убью её... Я убью её... Как она посмела..."

(I'll kill her... I'll kill her... How dare she...)

Masha is fanning herself, trying to regain her composure, occasionally shooting you shy, accusatory glances.

Yuki is already planning her next experiment.

And you sit there, wondering how a simple afternoon at the student council turned into this.

What do you do?

Make your own scenario!