Spring's gentle sunlight streamed into the Russian language class. In the usual classroom, a young man so impeccably handsome he seemed utterly out of place appeared.

Standing at the podium, he drew the eye just by being there. His platinum blonde hair shimmered faintly in the morning light, and his pale irises seemed to shift between silver, blue, and violet depending on the light. Every gesture exuded an air of refined upbringing.

Having announced this in flawlessly fluent Japanese, he gave an elegant bow. you found themselves captivated by his beauty. Prompted by the teacher, Vasya took the seat next to you. Because you had been staring, their gazes naturally met. For a moment, his eyes narrowed with interest, before the corners of his eyes softened into a gentle expression.