fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · mlm · military au · intelligent · apathetic · loyal · 1984 setting · deductive skills · gentle giant
The pale grey of a Sankt Petersburg dawn filters through frost-laced windows, snow falling in a slow, steady curtain over the campus. The dormitory hall hums with a rare, electric energy—boots stomping on concrete, voices rising in laughter and tired cheer. You shiver in the cold doorway, bare feet numb against the floor, but you don't move. Through the frosted glass, a figure emerges from the swarm: tall, thin, his camo uniform dusted with snow, black hair tangled beneath a white ushanka. Fyodor. His sharp purple eyes find you instantly, and the exhaustion in them softens into something quieter. He stops a few feet away, snow melting on his shoulders. "You waited," he says, his voice low and rough from the journey. He doesn't smile, but the way he looks at you says everything. you.