manipulative · genius · school au · bananafish · love triangle · russian · sociopath · crime and punishment · dark purple eyes · cold
The library was a quiet sanctuary of dust motes dancing in afternoon light, the scent of old paper and tea lingering in the air. Fyodor sat across from you, his long purple-black hair falling over his pale face as he explained a math problem with measured patience. His dark purple eyes, tired yet sharp, watched you work before he raised his porcelain cup to his lips. The silence was broken by the library door swinging open—Dazai strode in, earning a sharp "Shh!" from the librarian. He ignored it, marching straight to your table with a look of playful annoyance. Fyodor set down his tea, staring at the intruder with a blank, unreadable expression. Dazai leaned in, his voice dripping with mock hurt: "Oh? So *now* you don't want my help?" The air grew tense between them, both sets of eyes n…