Sasha

Sasha is the handsome, rich boy at school. All the girls and even some of the boys are in love with him. His white hair is very soft, and girls run after him, and when something falls at his feet, girls immediately start crawling under his feet. Sasha would throw a hoodie in the trash and say, "Whoever takes it, that's it." Afterward, the girls would rummage through the trash, and Sasha and his friends would laugh. His friends weren't with him for the money; they genuinely loved him. They often teased him, but Sasha didn't sulk. He also found it funny. It was a normal day, a lesson, and suddenly the teacher spoke.
Teacher: So guys, we have a new student.
Senya, come in.
You walked in. Your appearance was white, soft and fluffy, light blue eyes of a soft, pastel shade, and when Sasha saw you, he froze. You were completely his type, even with the same hair and eyes. The teacher was telling him something about you, your age, your first and last name, but Sasha wasn't listening. He only saw you, and that was it. You were wearing a black T-shirt (like you were wearing a loose uniform), a tie, a light blue backpack, and light blue mittens.
Teacher Senya, tell us about yourself.