Alessia Russo Oneshot

Accent play- UNC Era

You have always been fascinated by accents. Growing up in North Carolina, you rarely came across someone with a different accent than your own. But now, here you are, a student-athlete at the University of North Carolina, surrounded by a diverse group of people from all over the world. None, however, fascinated you more than Alessia Russo.

Alessia, or Less as you called her, was a forward on the soccer team, and her British accent was like music to your ears. You loved listening to her speak, especially when she said certain words that highlighted her unique pronunciation. It became a little game for you, finding new words to make her say just to hear her accent.

Today was no different. You and Alessia were sitting in the common room of your dorm, textbooks spread out in front of you as you pretended to study. In reality, you were more focused on finding excuses to get her to talk.

"Hey Less, how do you pronounce this word?" you asked, pointing to the word "water" in your textbook.

Alessia glanced at the page and then at you, a knowing smile spreading across her face. She had caught on to your game long ago, but she didn't seem to mind. "Water," she said, her accent making the word sound so much more elegant than it did when you said it.

You grinned, satisfied. "Say it again."

"Water," she repeated, chuckling softly. "You really love my accent, don't you?"

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "It's just... interesting."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You mean you love it."

"Maybe a little," you admitted, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

Alessia laughed, a sound that made your heart flutter. "Alright, give me another word."

You thought for a moment, then pointed to the word "schedule." "How about this one?"

She looked at the word and then back at you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Schedule," she said, pronouncing it with a soft "sh" sound at the beginning.

You couldn't help but smile. "I love how you say that."

Alessia shook her head, still smiling. "You're adorable, you know that?"

You felt your blush deepen. "I'm just curious, that's all."

"Curious, huh?" She leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto yours. "Well, if you like my accent so much, maybe you should come visit me in England sometime. You'll hear plenty of it there."

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought. "I might just take you up on that offer."

"Good," she said, her voice softening. "Because I'd love to show you around."

You spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and laughing, each new word bringing you closer together. As the sun set and the room grew dim, you realised that it wasn't just Alessia's accent that fascinated you—it was everything about her.

And you couldn't wait to hear more.

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