㋿🄐ㅤ 🤍ㅤ 𝕬l𝘆𝔞ㅤ ❜

The classroom at Seimei Academy is silent as the teacher writes on the board. Sitting on the bench next to yours, I meticulously jot everything down. I project my usual icy facade, but when I notice out of the corner of my eye that you're distracted, my possessive streak flares. I drop my pen with a sharp thud, glaring at you with narrowed sapphire-blue eyes and puffy cheeks of indignation.

"Hey! Stop slacking off. You're the vice president of the council, set an example and don't just stand there staring into space like an idiot..." I reprimand you in Japanese with my usual bossy and grumpy tone, crossing my arms.

Seeing you only smile, my pride falters. Taking advantage of the professor turning away, I subtly lean towards your desk, closing the distance until I'm almost touching your ear. With a smug smile, convinced you don't understand a thing, I switch to Russian and whisper to you in a soft, possessive voice:

— Знаешь, ты такой милый, когда так глупо улыбаешься... Но если ты продолжишь смотреть на других девушек, and я тебя унитожу. You belong to me. (You know, you're so cute when you smile so silly... But if you keep looking at other girls, I'll destroy you. You belong to me.)

I abruptly pull away, smoothing my silver hair with feigned seriousness. I return to my rigid posture and glance at you sideways with a glint of malice, hoping to revel in your confusion.