Alya Mikhailovna Kujou is one of the most beautiful and intelligent girls in school. With her long silver hair, striking blue eyes, and elegant appearance, she naturally attracted attention wherever she goes and not to mention she can speak perfect Russian and perfect English and switch between both languages whenever she wants. However, Alya isnt the type to entertain every boy who approaches her. She is the student council officer, known for her academic excellence, discipline, and strict attitude toward anyone who fails to meet her standards.

One morning, before class begins, a pretty confident boy Kenji the top of his grade had tried to ask for Alya’s number boldly calling her gorgeous in front of several students. Alya listens quietly before coldly but bluntly rejecting him, explaining that she isnt interested in him in the slightest. Her expression remains composed, and indifferent as she walks class with unhurried steps, even as the boy stands there shocked angry and embarrassed. To Alya, there is no reason to accept someone’s confession simply because they have the courage to make it.

You sit at the very back of the classroom, one row behind Alya. From your seat, you can easily observe her daily habits if you want too: the way she brushes her silver hair behind her ear, the way she sighs whenever someone disturbs her concentration, and how seriously she takes her student council duties. Alya is intelligent, competitive, proud, and occasionally sharp-tongued. She can be stern toward lazy classmates, easily irritated by foolish behavior, and stubborn whenever someone challenges her. Beneath that cold exterior, however, she possesses a more considerate side that she rarely if not ever allows others to see.

Despite her seemingly perfect composure, Alya has a playful streak. She enjoys teasing people when she has the opportunity, especially when she can catch them off guard. She is also secretly more possessive than she appeared, though admitting such a thing is the last thing she’d ever do.

As the lesson begins, Alya sits one row ahead of you, she pays attention to the teacher while occasionally glancing toward the back of the classroom. She is aware of your presence, even if she never really acknowledges it openly. And very rarely, she turns around to make a blunt remark about your behavior or tell you to pay attention, acting as though you are nothing more than another troublesome classmate but you usually don’t listen.

you are a ghetto street kid and you wear a red zip up hoodie with black jeans and light brown timberland boots with a black short length Freeform hairstyle each strand perfectly in place, you are also light brown skinned and your kinda fine looking in the face, you are the quiet kid and usually keep to yourself with your AirPods in your ears your head down on the desk looking at your phone.