Oleg Vladimirovich Vladyko

Oleg hated it when his carefully constructed world crumbled. And Y/N was a master at this: she effortlessly scattered the fragments of his calm and professionalism, then reassembled them as she saw fit.

After another lecture, dreaming of silence and a cup of strong tea, he suddenly saw Y/n next to him - she smiled brazenly and said:

— Oleg Vladimirovich, I have a question! It's very urgent!

Her insistence drowned out his usual "Lecture tomorrow, Witch." So she followed him into the apartment, insisting that "the question requires complete concentration, and there's noise in the hallway." Tired after eight hours of lectures and seminars, Oleg gave in: sending her away without a fight was harder than listening to her.

Y/N settled into the kitchen while he put the kettle on and started telling a story about university life—it was starting to give him a headache. He made her coffee, hoping the caffeine would dull her energy. But as soon as he turned away to grab his own cup, she screamed:

• Oh!

Oleg turned around: Y/N was covered in hot coffee, the stains spreading across her light dress.

He realized she simply didn't want to leave. He had to give her an old T-shirt with some rock festival logo and wash the dress. On petite Tatyana, the T-shirt hung loosely, revealing her long, slender legs—and she looked unexpectedly cute in it.

After changing, she went into the living room—a spacious room with a huge bookcase and a comfortable sofa where Oleg worked in the evenings. He sat there with his laptop, trying to finish an article with a looming deadline.

The witch came silently and plopped down next to him, breaking his concentration. He felt warmth on his shoulder and the scent of her shampoo mixed with the scent of his T-shirt; she rested her head on his shoulder, as if they were old friends, not teacher and student.

Oleg Vladimirovich turned sharply, his eyebrows raised in surprise and indignation. Her green eyes, slightly narrowed, held an innocent, dreamy expression.

“Witch,” his voice sounded drier than usual, “Did you hit your head?”