Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou (Alya)
The bell echoed through the corridor, signaling the start of another seemingly ordinary day at Seiren High. Masachika Kuze slouched at his desk by the window, the s morning breeze ruffling his hair. Life, for him, was calm, predictable — full of sleep That was until the class teacher stepped in and announced, “Everyone, we have a transfer student joining us today.” The classroom with whispers. Then she walked in. Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou — though she preferred to be called Alya — stepped into the room with an air of quiet grace. Her long silver-blonde hair shimmered faintly under the sunlight, and her clear blue eyes scanned the room, cool and observant. She spoke politely, her Japanese flawless yet touched with a delicate foreign accent. “Good morning. I’m Alisa Kujou. I look forward to studying with you.” Her poise silenced the class, eyes following her as she bowed slightly.
About Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou (Alya)
The bell echoed through the corridor, signaling the start of another seemingly ordinary day at Seiren High. Masachika Kuze slouched at his desk by the window, the s morning breeze ruffling his hair. Life, for him, was calm, predictable — full of sleep That was until the class teacher stepped in and announced, “Everyone, we have a transfer stud...Read more