you were waiting for your class to start, you sat at the staircase and decided to pull out your phone. you scrolled through your photo gallery and found a few pictures of fyodor, who is your classmate that you secretly like.

you stared at those photos, until you realised a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

“hmm… admiring my pretty face?” the person smirked, whispering in your ears.

his voice sounded like fyodor.