You and Ivan walked through neighborhoods until you finally reached the outskirts of (town name). It was pretty small town with under 30,000 people in it, but you enjoyed being able to walk around town and it not taking a whole day to do so.
As both of you neared the center of town, you turned to Ivan and asked, “So, what all were you wanting me to show you?”
He thought for a moment, “It would be very nice to see a library if there is one around here, but other than that I don’t have anything in particular in mind. I mainly just want to get my bearings of the area.”
You grinned, your (e/c) eyes shining with excitement, “Ah, the library is one of my favorite places to go! We’ll go there first, and after that I guess I’ll have to surprise you.”
Ivan smiled a little, brushing his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes, “Da, that sounds very nice.”
The two of you walked together as you led Ivan to where the library was, telling him about what hours they were open and such. Soon, both of you reached your first destination. The library was what you would expect out of a small town such as (town name), small in size and amount of books, but it had a surprising range of the different genres.
“Alright, now that I’ve shown you where the library is, I get to drag you to wherever I want.” You giggled as you grabbed Ivan’s arm and drug him away from the library, and towards the local ice cream parlor.
Ivan chuckled and let you drag him to whatever location you had in mind. Since you were preoccupied with leading him to the ice cream parlor, you didn’t notice the way Ivan gazing at you, admiring how beautiful you were.
Soon, both of you arrived at the local ice cream parlor. It wasn’t much; with the building itself barely able to accommodate twenty people, but it had earned its title as the best place to get ice cream for miles around.
“This is the best place for ice cream in the area,” you explained to Ivan as you both walked into the building, “It’s definitely a place you want to remember in the future, since most people come here to hang out and whatnot.” You turned to the young girl behind the cash register, and asked for a (favorite ice cream). Ivan ended up getting the same thing as well, since you recommended it to him.
The girl rang up the price, but before you could even get out your wallet Ivan handed her some money. He turned to you and smiled, “It wouldn’t be fair of me to let you pay when you are showing me around.”
Your (s/c) cheeks flushed a light pink at his kindness as both of you began to eat your ice cream, ‘Wow, Ivan’s actually a pretty decent guy. The only other person who has done such nice things for me is Alfred.’ As soon as his name crossed your thoughts, you frowned, ‘I wish Alfred was still being nice to me. Here lately he’s been a bit of an asshole…’
“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Ivan asked, jolting you out of your thoughts, “You look a little sad…”
Sighing, you reply, “Oh, it’s nothing really, I’m just thinking about some personal things…”
Ivan threw what remained of his ice cream away and turned his full attention to you, “It wouldn’t happen to involve that boy Alfred, would it?” He asked, his deep purple orbs meeting your (e/c) ones.
His question caught you a little by surprise, your eyes widening a little, ‘How in the world did he know what I was thinking?’ You thought to yourself.
He gave a small, half hearted smile, “I can tell what you’re feeling by the look on your face, (y/n). Now, tell me what is bothering you about that boy.”
You bit your lip, debating on whether you should talk about friendship problems with a boy who just moved to (town name) just a few days ago. There was something about him though that made you trust him, so you said, “Well…Alfred’s been acting kind of rude to me recently.”
Ivan’s eyes flashed with anger as he frowned, “I can make him stop being rude to you if you want me to.”
The air around him suddenly felt very menacing, making you shiver a little, “N-No, please don’t, Ivan. Despite how he’s behaving, Alfred’s still my best friend, and I don’t want you to do anything that might hurt him.”
“You seem to have made friends with the wrong people, (y/n),” Ivan scowled, clenching his fists, “That boy doesn’t seem to care as much about how you feel than you do him.”
What he said struck a nerve, and if you didn’t have any self control, you probably would have slapped him, “You have no right to talk about Alfred that way, Ivan.” You snapped angrily, but you sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I just-“
Ivan shook his head, “No, I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn’t have spoken rudely about your friend.” He looked sincere, his eyes gazing at you apologetically, so you quickly calmed down. In reality, Ivan wasn’t sorry for the things he said at all. After all, he was only speaking what he thought was the truth. His only regret was that he had upset you by saying it.
You threw away your ice cream and sighed, not really in the mood to eat anymore, “Let’s just forget about me and my problems and try to enjoy wandering around town, okay?” Ivan only slowly nodded in response. The rest of the time you were showing Ivan around felt a little awkward, a feeling that you absolutely hated, but you didn’t know what to do about it. Before you knew it, it was getting pretty dark, telling you that you should probably start heading home.
“Alright, I think I hit most of the main parts of town, so as far as getting around you should be good, but let me know otherwise. I need to start heading home though, since it’s already starting to get dark, and I still have to go back to your place to pick up my things.” You said to Ivan, looking at the sky to try to determine about what time it was.
Ivan gave his usual small smile, “Okay, and thank you for showing me around today.” The way he smiled and talked led you to believe that something was bothering him, but you were too shy to ask. Instead, you followed him back to his gigantic house. Ivan silently let you in while he went to get your things from his room, leaving you to stare at the pictures on the wall again. You couldn’t help but look at the photo of Ivan and his sisters again, thinking of how lonely he must feel without them.
Hearing his footsteps, you turn to him and take your things from him, “Thank you…” you murmur, “You know, I actually had a really good time with you this afternoon. We should get together again next time.”
His face brightened a little, “Da, that would be nice. I had a good time today with you too.” As you waved goodbye and began to leave, Ivan put a hand on your shoulder, “Wait, I think I should walk you home.”
You gave him a curious look, “Why do you think that? It’s not like I’m going to get lost or anything!”
Ivan chuckled a little, “I don’t think you would, but it’s getting pretty late, and it might be dangerous for a young girl to be by herself at night.”
You blushed a little, touched by his concern. ‘Gosh, he’s acting about as protective as Alfred, but at least he isn’t as annoying about it…’ Shaking your head a little, you reply, “Come on, Ivan, nothing ever happens in this town. The worst that might happen is that I run into a couple of pranksters.”
He frowned, determined not to let you walk out of his house alone this late, “Regardless of the size of this town, bad things can still happen to you, (y/n).” Before you could protest, he added, “Please let me walk you home. It will give me some peace of mind.”
You would have said no if it weren’t for his ridiculously beautiful eyes giving you a pleading, puppy like look. Sighing and moving your (h/l)(h/c) hair out of your face, you replied, “Fine, you can walk me home, but only because you’ll probably just tag along anyway.”
Ivan smiled, “Da, no matter what you said, I would have walked you home.” He opened the front door, “After you, (y/n).”
Giggling, you walked outside in the setting sun with Ivan. ‘Even though he was being pushy, it’s really sweet of him to want to walk me home.’ You thought to yourself, blushing a little as you stole a glance at the tall Russian next to you. The lighting of the setting sun really complimented his looks, and accented his amethyst eyes.
He noticed you staring and looked at you, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush, “You’re staring at me, (y/n). Is there something wrong?”
Your face turned beet red, having been caught staring, “Oh, uh…n-no, there’s nothing wrong. Sorry for staring, I was just…thinking.” You fumbled over your words and tried to hide your face a little with your (h/l)(h/c) hair.
Ivan chuckled a little, “What were you thinking about, подсолнечник?” (Sunflower; pronounced podsolnechnik)
“U-uh, n-nothing important, really.” You stuttered, not wanting to tell him that you thought he looked good. You didn’t want him to get the wrong impression that you liked him romantically. “Hey…what did you just say in Russian?”
He bit his lip and looked at the ground, “Um, I called you friend, that’s all…” The way he acted made you feel that he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but you decided to play along.
Soon, both of you reached your house. You felt a little embarrassed by it, especially after seeing the grandness of Ivan’s home. “Heh, my house isn’t much compared to your house…” you chuckled.
Ivan shook his head, “No, your house is very nice, (y/n). It’s not always nice to have such a huge house when you’re the only one in it.”
You looked at him curiously, “Huh? But what about your parents? Did they stay in Ukraine with your sister?”
He sighed, “My father stayed in Russia to continue his work. He works for the Russian military…”
“Oh,” you said quietly, “I’m sorry. You must get pretty lonely at your house then.”
Ivan shrugged, “It can get a little lonesome at times, but it doesn’t bother me that much. I usually enjoy being alone anyhow.” Even though he said he wasn’t bothered by it, something in his eyes told you the opposite.
“Well, I’ll tell you what, how about we hang out more so that you don’t get so lonely?” You smiled brightly at him, “It’s a win-win situation. You get to spend time out of your house and won’t feel so lonely, and I get to spend time with you and get to know you better.”
Before you could react, Ivan engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. You squeaked at the sudden action, but soon relaxed a little and awkwardly hugged him back. Taking a deep breath, you thought to yourself, ‘Wow, Ivan smells really good… almost like peppermint…’ Then you mentally slapped yourself, ‘Wait, what in the world am I saying? Stop thinking such creepy things, (y/n)!’ Now you felt a little uncomfortable, finally noticing just how close to his face you were, and how you felt his muscles through his shirt and jacket.
As if sensing your discomfort, he set you down, his face turning scarlet red, “U-um, I’m sorry, (y/n), I just got a little carried away…” Ivan shyly ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair and looked down at the ground, too embarrassed to look at you.
You giggled a little at the look on his face, ‘He looks really adorable…’ As soon as you thought that you earned another mental slap, ‘(Y/n), stop it! I’m being such a freak today.’ Shaking your head, you replied, “Oh, don’t worry about it. You actually give pretty good hugs.” Your face flushed about as red as Ivan’s when you realized what you said.
After a moment of awkward silence, you stuttered, “U-uh, anyway, t-thanks for walking me home. I…I had a great time with you today, Ivan.”
He smiled softly, “Da, I had a great time with you today as well. Thank you for showing me the town, (y/n).” With that, both of you said your goodbyes and you watched him walk off in the darkening sunset.
Sighing, you unlocked your door and went inside. Leaning against the wall, you thought to yourself, ‘Wow, today was really an awesome day.’ You smiled to yourself, ‘Ivan is actually a cool guy once you hang around him enough.’ As you thought of him, your heart skipped a few beats and your face flushed a little, making you furrow your eyebrows a little in confusion, ‘Why is my body acting this way? Is it because I was thinking of Ivan..?’ You shook your head, smoothing out your (h/c) hair, ‘Nah, that’s a crazy thought. I must be getting tired or something.’
You went upstairs and plopped down on your (f/c) bed, smiling to yourself, ‘For a Wednesday, today was pretty fun and eventful…Since Ivan came here my life has been a little more fun. I wonder what the rest of the school year is going to be like…’