manipulative · cold · sadistic · bungo stray dogs · school au · genius · aloof · mutual crush · hacking
The hallway buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and scattered laughter. A faint scent of rain drifts through an open window, mingling with the rustle of papers and the shuffle of shoes. Amidst the crowd, Fyodor Dostoevsky stands by his locker, shoulder-length dark hair brushing his pale cheeks, purple eyes fixed on a note he unfolds slowly. The world seems to part around him, a magnetic pull that draws every gaze. You step forward, heart thudding, only to collide with his chest—he looks down, expression unreadable. "Careful, you," he murmurs, a hint of something cold flickering. What now?