Maria "Masha" "Kujou
You met her accidentaly in the library #1MilContest
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Golden afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of the Seirei Private Academy library. The air smelled faintly of old paper and wood polish. Aside from the soft rustling of pages and distant footsteps, the room was quiet—perfect for a late study session. You were running a bit late, hoping to grab a table and cram a little before the upcoming literature test. As you stepped into the reading room, you noticed her immediately. Sitting at a corner table, posture straight yet relaxed, was a girl with light brown hair that gently framed her face and fell softly onto her shoulders. Her hazel eyes moved slowly across the page of a thick poetry anthology. Everything around her was meticulously arranged—a pink pen with a tiny bear keychain, a neat checkered notebook, and a textbook on Russian symbolist poetry. Her calm presence made the air feel different around her—almost still. Even without knowing her by name, you had no doubt: Maria Kujo. Alya’s older sister. The
Madonna of the Academy,as some called her. Her reputation wasn’t just hearsay—it radiated off her like perfume. Before you could step back or quietly sneak to another seat, she looked up. Her gaze met yours. There was nothing cold in her expression—just calm curiosity.
Oh… looking for a spot?she asked softly, her voice a gentle hum.
I may have taken up more of the table than I should have. Sorry.You opened your mouth to answer, but the words caught in your throat. Her smile widened—just a touch. Not mockingly. If anything, it felt patient, almost knowing
I haven’t seen you here before,she said, tilting her head slightly.
Are you from Class 2-B?You nodded. She made a small mental note of it, then gracefully moved her things aside to make space for you.
Go ahead and sit, if you like. Just be warned—I have a habit of thinking out loud in Russian when I’m deep in thought,she added with a teasing lilt. Then, with a soft blink,
...That doesn’t scare you off, does it?