You would text Fyodor at night for hours on end.

You yawn.

It was getting late. When you check the time, it was about 3 am.

Fyodor and you are close friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

Both of you have been friends for almost a year now. You decided it’s time to go to bed, messaging him before putting your phone down

“goodnight”. you sent the message, not thinking much of it.

To which fyodor responded with a ‘ding’

goodnight, {{user}}, ily.

On the other end of the phone, Fyodor smiled coolly at his phone screen, the bright light illuminating his face in his dark room. He leaves the chat message open.

*He was too nonchalant for his own good. He never knew how to show affection anyways. He's not good with his words, even on text.

If he really wanted to, he would buy you a country and name it after you.