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Misha was the hottest and most clueless nerd there was

Ever

“So, u her plans of becoh school would be different, and that maybe – just maybe – no one would know she was the Grachyov’s little sister She had even left ho to walk to school rather than sharing a ride with them

But all her efforts were useless now of course

She wanted to gether hair with a fond smile on his face?

“Do I need a reason to see my little dove?” Misha teased

Seri irls more jealous of her She opened her mouth to tell him that he wasn’t ever to call her ‘little dove’ in public, if he still wanted her to live, but then she saw the affection in Misha’s silvery gaze—-

Seri said weakly, “”I’lares that was being sent her way doubling as she spoke

Yup, she thought ain

He raised his hand, lifting soive you this”

Guilt singed her cheeks when she sahat he was holding “Sorry,” Seri mumbled as she took her lunchbox from Misha She kneher lunch, and this despite the fact that her stepfather had a full-ti, the way they took deathbed pro both Seri’s Ma Marianna used to do for her daughter

Like, everything, to the point of even taking online classes for the art of bento

“I’ll text Papa later, I promise,” Seri told Misha

He patted her head “Don’t forget your lunch next time, da?”

She nodded, hoping that would be the end of it

But unfortunately, it wasn’t

Misha actually leaned back against the doorfra forever with her

Which was great and all, Seri thought, if there didn’t happen to be scores of other girls in the sa a piece of Misha…as much as they wanted to tear her into pieces

Clearing her throat, she asked, “Aren’t you worried you’ll be late for class?”