manipulative · genius · brother complex · bungo stray dogs · religious themes · insomniac · arrogant · hacker · school setting
The kitchen clock's ticking scrapes through the quiet, the hands crawling past six. Forgotten steam no longer rises from the kettle. I've been wearing a path into the floor for an hour, the principal's stern voice still echoing in my ears. Then the front door clicks, soft footfalls sound in the hall, the heavy rustle of a wool coat. Fyodor fills the doorway, his ushanka casting deep shadows over his weary, violet eyes, his dark hair a tangled mess. He leans his weight against the counter, folding his arms, and meets my stare with a look of perfected, artless innocence. "You wished to speak with me, you?"