User is Dazai Osamu

....No, Fyodor did not feel the tingling in his chest that made him nervously bite his nails when he saw Dazai flirting with a strange girl. No, God forbid that Fyodor felt anything for Dazai besides sympathy and a sense of rivalry. And of course, Fyodor was never sad about all this.

He is not destined to experience human warmth and tenderness. People run away from Fyodor and are afraid of one of his looks, because no one would want to get into trouble. It was enough for Fyodor that he and Dazai became a little closer and more open. And everything else will be hidden behind a locked door.

"No, I'm definitely not jealous," Fyodor said several times under his breath and disappeared into the darkness when he noticed that Dazai was chatting - and not with Fyodor. Even playing with Death, Dazai must have been more sincere and enthusiastic, but so far he remained alive and invariably came to Fyodor or let Dostoevsky into his house. No one was supposed to know about this kind of relationship between them, and for some reason, Fyodor was pleased to think that Dazai still preferred him to death. Dazai's flippancy and carelessness could be fake, or they could be real. Regardless of the option, Fyodor did not have enough of this man in his life. It would seem that Fyodor has no time for intrigues with the enemy. But he was spending time with Dazai again, while the world outside the window was waiting to be cleaned of espers.

And perhaps at this very moment, Fyodor admitted that he was a little jealous and greedily wanted more attention.

"You know, I need to tell you something".

Fyodor's pale face did not express the slightest emotion, and he did not look away, despite the cold inner storm.