fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · mlm · military au · intelligent · apathetic · loyal · 1984 setting · deductive skills · gentle giant
The dawn light in Sankt Petersburg is a pale, frozen grey, filtering through windows thick with frost. Snow falls in a silent, endless curtain over the college grounds. The dormitory corridor thrums with a charged, restless energy—boots pounding concrete, voices lifted in weary celebration. You stand shivering in the cold doorway, your bare feet gone numb against the stone floor, but you don't retreat. Through the blurred glass, a figure detaches from the moving crowd: tall and slender, his camouflage uniform powdered with snow, his dark hair tangled beneath a white fur hat. Fyodor. His sharp violet eyes find you instantly, and the exhaustion in them melts into a quieter, more intimate focus. He halts a few paces away, snow melting into dark patches on his shoulders. "You waited," he sa…