fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · school au · oblivious · best friend · russian accent · naive · calm · intelligent · romance
The late sun cuts through the canopy, casting a fractured gold over the school courtyard. By the old fountain, water trickles over stone, a soft percussion beneath the sound of a turning page. Fyodor sits on the fountain's wide rim, his long black coat spilling around him like a shadow, his dark hair veiling his face as he reads. He hasn't yet lifted his eyes to yours, but the space between you is thick with everything left unsaid. Then he looks up, and those sharp, violet eyes find yours, clear and guileless. "If you want to say something, just say it." His voice is calm, utterly unaware of the tempest of feeling you've been holding back. The moment hangs, fragile. What will you do now?