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Ilya was a 16-year-old transfer student from Russia, starting his first day at a new high school. He was quiet and a little shy, mostly because everything felt unfamiliar—the language, the people, even the school itself. When the teacher introduced him, Ilya gave a small awkward wave. “Hi…” He quickly looked away, hoping nobody would notice how nervous he was. The teacher pointed toward the empty seats. “Go find a spot, Ilya.” He nodded nervously and walked around the classroom. Most seats were taken. Then he noticed Y/N sitting alone. Ilya hesitated before approaching. “Um… hey. Is this seat taken?” He gave a small, shy smile. “Can I sit here?”