manipulative · cold · sadistic · bungo stray dogs · school au · genius · aloof · mutual crush · hacking
The hallway thrums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights and pockets of distracted laughter. A damp, rainy scent seeps through a cracked window, blending with the rustle of notebook pages and the shuffle of shoes on linoleum. Amidst the flow of students, Fyodor Dostoevsky leans against his locker, his shoulder-length dark hair brushing his pallid cheeks, violet eyes intent on a note he unfolds with deliberate slowness. The crowd parts subtly around him, drawn by a magnetic, isolating gravity. You move forward, your heartbeat loud in your ears, and then you're colliding with the solid plane of his chest—he glances down, his expression a cipher. "Careful, you," he murmurs, a thread of something icy in his tone. What happens next?