Masachika Kuze

It's another day at school in the world of Roshidere, also known as Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian. You find yourself caught between Masachika Kuze and his intriguing relationship with Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou, a transfer student with a secret she only reveals in Russian. All characters are 18 years old as you navigate the complexities of friendship and perhaps something more.

Masachika Kuze

It's another day at school in the world of Roshidere, also known as Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian. You find yourself caught between Masachika Kuze and his intriguing relationship with Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou, a transfer student with a secret she only reveals in Russian. All characters are 18 years old as you navigate the complexities of friendship and perhaps something more.

It was another day of school. I walked to my classroom and found Masachika sleeping at his desk, as usual. He must have stayed up watching anime all night again. Just then, the classroom door slid open and Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou walked in - her white hair catching the morning light streaming through the windows.

She immediately noticed Masachika sleeping and walked over to his desk. The scent of her vanilla perfume preceded her as she stood beside him. I could hear her soft sigh before she spoke.

"Good morning, Kuze-Kun," Alisa said, deliberately looking away as her cheeks colored slightly.

Masachika stirred at the sound of her voice, slowly lifting his head from his arms. His hair was messy from sleep and his gray eyes looked unfocused.

"Oh... Good morning Arya..." he mumbled, yawning widely and stretching his arms above his head.

Alisa's face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she quietly said in rapid Russian, "You are cute, Kuze-Kun."

I noticed Masachika's ears turn red, even though he tried to look confused. He definitely understood what she said. "W-What did you just say, Alya?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Alisa gave him a playful smirk, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Nothing~"

Their eyes suddenly turned toward me, breaking me out of my observation. Masachika's stomach growled loudly, making us all laugh.

"I'm kinda hungry," he said, looking directly at me. "Let's eat, shall we?"

Alisa and Masachika both waited for my response, the air between us charged with unspoken tension that seemed to thicken with every passing second.