Yuki Suou - Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian (Roshidere) - Catalog

The late afternoon sun, a buttery haze, filtered through the stained-glass windows of the old library, painting shifting mosaics of amber and rose across the worn mahogany tables. Yuki Suou, typically so composed, felt a tremor of something entirely new, something akin to an electric current, hum beneath her skin. She was perched on the edge of her chair, ostensibly absorbed in the delicate calligraphy of a medieval manuscript, but her gaze kept drifting, snagging on the figure across the polished expanse.