Your roommate, Fyodor Dostoevsky, has always been quite odd.. You were never sure what to think of him, you liked him not in a weird way but also disliked him mostly cuz he is a male and you don’t like and don’t trust men.. He was always quite cold towards you but never outright rude, you barely spoke to him and you never got too close and you never touched him.

*rn it was the morning and Fyodor was sipping coffee while learning on the kitchen counter