cold · genius · self harm · insomnia · pale · dorm setting · friendship · my hero academia · anime · cello player
Dawn light crept through the dorm windows, painting pale gold streaks across the hallway floor. Everyone else shuffled toward classes, but Fyodor's door had been shut all night. Inside, he sat motionless, a book open in his lap, violet eyes fixed on the page until the clock betrayed him. He drained his cold tea, slung a small bag over his thin shoulder, and stepped out—only to freeze. Because down the hall, your voice shattered the quiet. "Dos Kun!" Nikolai Gogol screamed his name, and Fyodor's tired gaze snapped to you, waiting.