Introverted chats Pv. Ft. Alexander Zolotov

@Mikaela Hendricks

Alexander had been walking slowly. He was mostly lost trying to make it to his last class. He usually knew his way but you know life? anyway. He walked close to the wall when there was one, eyes half-focused on the ground ahead like if he paid enough attention, nothing unexpected would happen.
(It still usually did.)
He had a book tucked under his arm again of course he did and another in his hand, thumb holding his place even though he hadn’t read the same line in the past five minutes.
The grounds were… nice.
Too open.
But nice.
Quiet enough.
He was thinking about where he will sit in class
And then
Impact!
His entire body jolted forward slightly, books slipping from his grasp as something someone ran into him from behind.
Alexander froze.
Completely.
His brain went blank for half a second before everything rushed back all at once.
“Oh—!”
The sound left him quietly, more startled than anything as his books hit the ground with a soft thud.
His heart was racing now.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
He turned quickly, a bit stiff and saw them already kneeling, apologizing, gathering things.
“Oh...no...it’s—” his voice stumbled over itself as he immediately crouched down too, a bit too fast, nearly knocking his elbow into the ground in the process.
Smooth.
Very smooth.
“It’s alright I mean it’s fine you didn’t”
He reached for one of his books, fingers brushing against theirs for a split second before he immediately pulled back like he’d touched something too hot.
“…sorry,” he murmured instinctively, even though he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.
He picked up the rest of his things a bit more carefully this time, stacking them unevenly in his arms.
His eyes flickered up just briefly to look at them.
Then blinked
And looked again.
“oh Mikaela its you¨ atleast it wasnt a stranger ¨its alright…I wasn’t really looking either,” he admitted quietly, which wasn’t entirely true, but it felt like the right thing to say he really didnt want his new friend housemate feeling bad.
His grip tightened slightly around his books.
“…Are...are you okay?” he added after a small pause, voice softer now, a bit more grounded.
Because she had hit him pretty hard.
And somehow, that mattered more to him than the fact that his heart was still trying to escape his chest.

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WC: 266 words Interactions: Alexander Zolotov November, 2025:DATE 4:00 PM.:TIME

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I looked up at the victim of my clumsiness and...

Oh, it was Alexander. My housemate. We shared a few classes together, and I had seen him one time or two at the library and the common room. He was... cute, actually. Quiet, calm... just like me.

"Oh! Yeah, no, don't worry, I'm totally fine, it was my bad, I'm sorry..." I apologized again, my hand and arm tensing up when his fingers brushed mine. My cheeks blushed a bit, not used to the contact.

I finished gathering my own books and stuff and held one of his books for him.

"I-I've seen you around. Alexander, right?" I tried to start a conversation with him. I had gained a bit of confidence from all my time in here, even if it had to be against my own will.

And Oh Saints, I regretted it at the second. 'I've seen you around'? Seriously? My, I must look like a weird stalker now. I wasn't. It's just... well, it's not my fault that we coincidentially ended up in the same places!

Well, Mika, it's your housemate. You'll obviously cross paths at some points if you're wearing the same robes. Even more if it's the same year. It's just common sense.