His schedule really was a busy one.

Alfred's day began with a cup of coffee, a few moments of peace, and then focus on his school work. First and foremost, he had to keep up with his grades. He had high marks on his tests so far into the semester, but any slip up could make him tumble down. He kept up the look of a perfect student. He had to be vigilant. But he wasn't just vigilant with his work, either.

After that, he did day patrol. Crime was low during the day, but Alfred often still would leave home in his specially crafted suit (it was mainly a durable plastic that could handle him being a bit forceful here and there, with a mask that was shaped like a bird's head). He had a network of secret systems he could use, to leave, and could basically appear anywhere across the city. He entered it from his backyard, which was fenced off by his grandfather a long time ago. Using this, he easily planned attack strategies, ways to bring in criminals, and could quickly go to crime areas with his super speed without being seen. Alfred used a simple black staff as a weapon, he could outsmart his enemies, out last, out fight, so why even need anything else? It did little damage to enemies, so there was no risk of killing them. He held his "No kill" policy above all else.

This routine generally took up only about a few hours of his day. Though, he did switch it up, and never kept his schedule too stagnant. He knew criminals would try to work around his clock, and he couldn't let that happen! So when he could, he would always be out, doing his duties. In fact, he was sure 70% of his time was spent being out there, protecting the city, throwing himself deep into work. The other 30% was spent on his job, his school work, and occasional pastimes like video games.

After his day duties, however, it was off to college. He had classes to take, friends to chill with, and work to do. Alfred wasn't particularly popular, and had a small circle of friends. Being a superhero, he had little time to be out with anyone, or communicate that much. Thinking about his small friend group, he could recall a time his brother told him he was just using his duties to avoid a social life, and snickered. Today, quite contrary, was quite a social day. First, his friends had needed him to check their notes. Feliciano and Lovino, twin brothers like he and Matthew, we're always bad at getting their homework done, and forgetting notes. Alfred knew it was a bit... well, hurtful to them to let them take his notes and copy from them, but he wanted to help them. He was maybe to empathetic, sometimes.
Secondly, he was swamped with work, lectures, notes, and small group projects. Going from class to class, lecture to lecture, it was all eventful and stressful. And lastly... lastly, well, it was the most social thing of all.

Generally, Alfred would walk to his classes alone. He liked the thinking time, as brief as it may be. As he walked, he wasn't really paying attention. Alfred dropped his books as a shoulder slammed into his back, startling him and nearly knocking him over. Which was odd, because Alfred had super strength, and it was generally hard to sweep him off his feet. Or so he thought, as he turned back instinctively to give the person a stern word.

Oh god he was gorgeous.
Alfred blinked, looking up at a tall, handsome, handsome man. His hair was so light, it was practically white, like snow had dusted it. His skin was pale, a dark contrast to his deep mauve eyes that sparkled ice blue. He had a chiseled chin, yet adorable chubby cheeks, that warranted a good old pinching session, courtesy of all grandmas in the area. Alfred felt his cheeks heat up some, realizing he was staring.

"Are you alright? Did I not hurt you?" The man asked, leaning down to make sure he hadn't hurt the man. 'Oh fuck,' Alfred thought, and Alfred could feel himself melt. He had a soft voice, but from so close, it held a certain air of deep, gruff, grittiness. And that accent! He would have swooned right there, and said, 'take me in your arms!' But instead, he straightened up and glanced away.
"Ah! Sorry, I zoned out some. It's no problem, dude! Accidents happen. Oh, uhm. Who are you? I haven't seen you before… are you new on campus?"

The Russian man smiled, his eyes twinkling in an unreadable way. "Yes. Studying abroad for my final term. I came a bit late though... I'm Ivan. Nice to meet you. Though, I ask who I have had the pleasure of knocking their books over?" he gave a low chuckle, and Alfred blushed even more.

"My name's Alfred. You can call me Al, though."

"Ah, okay, Al. Sorry about the mess."

Ivan picked up his books for him, and handed them back. He smiled sweetly, and Alfred's heart melted. "It's fine, really. Thank you though!" Alfred replied, and smiled back brightly. He took his books and straightened up.

"Are you going to Mr. Brown's class?"

"Oh, yeah! You have him too? I can show you the way if you need directions!"

"Da, I mean, yes, that would be fine."

And so began the most social part of his day. Alfred walked with Ivan to class, and let the man sit next to him. While their professor lectured about physics, he would occasionally take notes. But Alfred was far more interested in Ivan than the class, whispering questions to him. Not only because he was attractive, no siree. He liked hot guys and liked hot girls, sure, being bisexual. But he rarely ever actually talked to anyone hot, anyway, and not like this. He was interested in Ivan, interested in where he was from, who he was. And the other gave him interesting answers.

"So, you're new to this country. What made you choose the good ol' United States?"

"Reasons," Vague answers, "My sisters thought it would be better for me to travel."

"Sisters? Are they cute?" Alfred posed it as a joke, and thankfully, Ivan got it.

"Not at all. One will tear your head off, and the other will smother you with affection and maybe cake."

He couldn't help but giggle, and he had to try hard not to be loud for fear of interrupting the lecture.

The two talked like that for a long time, until class ended. Then, they went their separate ways, Alfred waving him goodbye as Ivan left to his next class. This was Alfred's last class of the day, for Monday. He headed home, and for once he was looking forward to doing something other than his hero work. He was looking forward to talking with Ivan next time.