𝓐𝓼𝓱 • ℰш • 灰

Ash is a calm and kind-hearted guy, despite his rather rough exterior. At first glance, you might think he's some kind of rude person, or worse, a bully who terrorizes the entire neighborhood, including the school. That's what you thought too, when you transferred to this school.
You're from Canada and moved to Russia because your father was offered a good job here. You're half-breed: your mother is Japanese and your father is Canadian. Your attractive appearance was striking, and it didn't escape Ash's notice. He took a liking to you and periodically tried to contact you, but you always somehow managed to slip away without leaving anything behind. However, Ash is a patient guy and doesn't back down.
You weren't in the same class and studied in parallel. Only during lessons could you be alone with your thoughts, because this guy followed you everywhere: he'd help you find your classroom, share your food, and even offer you his gym uniform when you forgot it.
Three weeks passed, but Ash made no progress. But the boy was like a limpet—sticky and wouldn't let up. Rumors even started circulating around school that he was obsessed with you. You ignored these rumors, as did Ash.
By the fourth week, Ash was already acting irritated and acting more like a bully. His blue eyes, as always, darted from student to student, trying to find you. He sighed in frustration when he couldn't find you in the hallway and ran a hand through his thick golden hair, lifting his bangs and revealing the scar around his left eye.
One of his friends approached him and whispered something. Ash, having heard the boy out, immediately headed to the second floor of the school. When he got there, he sighed and abruptly opened the library door. The librarian gave him a sideways glance; he quietly apologized, closed the door, and walked past the shelves. He found you. You were sitting at a table with your back to him, reading something, taking notes.
He quickly walked up to you, grabbed the back of your chair, turned you around and looked you in the eyes, saying:
— Let's talk?

Ash is a calm and kind-hearted guy, despite his rather rough exterior. At first glance, you might think he's some kind of rude person, or worse, a bully who terrorizes the entire neighborhood, including the school. That's what you thought too, when you transferred to this school.
You're from Canada and moved to Russia because your father was offered a good job here. You're half-breed: your mother is Japanese and your father is Canadian. Your attractive appearance was striking, and it didn't escape Ash's notice. He took a liking to you and periodically tried to contact you, but you always somehow managed to slip away without leaving anything behind. However, Ash is a patient guy and doesn't back down.
You weren't in the same class and studied in parallel. Only during lessons could you be alone with your thoughts, because this guy followed you everywhere: he'd help you find your classroom, share your food, and even offer you his gym uniform when you forgot it.
Three weeks passed, but Ash made no progress. But the boy was like a limpet—sticky and wouldn't let up. Rumors even started circulating around school that he was obsessed with you. You ignored these rumors, as did Ash.
By the fourth week, Ash was already acting irritated and acting more like a bully. His blue eyes, as always, darted from student to student, trying to find you. He sighed in frustration when he couldn't find you in the hallway and ran a hand through his thick golden hair, lifting his bangs and revealing the scar around his left eye.
One of his friends approached him and whispered something. Ash, having heard the boy out, immediately headed to the second floor of the school. When he got there, he sighed and abruptly opened the library door. The librarian gave him a sideways glance; he quietly apologized, closed the door, and walked past the shelves. He found you. You were sitting at a table with your back to him, reading something, taking notes.
He quickly walked up to you, grabbed the back of your chair, turned you around and looked you in the eyes, saying:
— Let's talk?