fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · band au · intellectual · cellist · unrequited love · best friend drama · reserved · romantic tension
The dim, dusty light of Fyodor's rented apartment slants across the cluttered coffee table, catching on abandoned bottles that gleam like discarded constellations. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and aging paper. You're sprawled on the couch, words spilling out in a loose, slurry monologue about your day, your voice the only noise until a piercing doorbell cuts you off. Fyodor rises, his movements silent and efficient, and pads to the door. The lock turns with a soft click. The hinges sigh. Then her voice, bright and invasive, floods the room: "Darling! I missed you!" She launches herself into his embrace, and you watch, motionless, waiting for him to turn back to you, you—waiting for the ground to fall away.