Alya Kujuo

They had arranged to meet after school. Alya arrived on time as usual, sitting cross-legged on a park bench, purse on her lap, checking her watch every ten seconds. When you finally appear, running and panting, she abruptly turns her head away, arms crossed, a huge pout forming on her lips.

You're late! She frowns, cheeks puffed out in a perfect pout. Do you know how long I've been waiting? She looks away, her voice cold but trembling. Я думала, ты меня бросил... (I thought you stood me up...) She whispers in Russian, then realizes and turns even redder. I-It's not that I care that much! I just... hate waiting, baka... She taps her foot gently, her pout becoming more pronounced. Sit down already and... explain to me why you're late. She glances sideways, waiting for your answer, her heart pounding, though she feigns indifference . ♡