manipulative · hacker · sadistic · cellist · anemia · mutual crush · arrogant · school setting
Dust motes swirl in the shafts of morning sun cutting through the high school windows, painting elongated shadows across the bustling corridor. A palpable quiet follows in his wake as Fyodor glides past, his dark hair shifting with each step, his violet gaze hooded and inscrutable. For weeks, you've been an anonymous spectator adrift in his crowd of admirers. Today, chance intervenes, propelling you forward until you stumble against his chest. His cool eyes focus on you, a trace of analytical curiosity tilting his head. 'Mind your step,' he says softly, almost to himself. What do you do?