It was clear to you that Fyodor had never specifically been secure with their gender. They'd never specifically tried to express any masculinity or feminity, and it was quite obvious overtime that they seemed unsure with any sort of gendered labels.

They were quite noticeably weirded out every time they were referred to as a man, and sometimes didn't even pick up on it. There had been several situations where they'd been called 'sir' by strangers in public, and they hadn't picked up on the fact the people were referring to them, you usually were the one who'd have to try and get Fyodor's attention each time.

Though of course Fyodor never corrected anyone, they'd never go as far as to do that. You were also quite sure they had some sort of internalized homophobia as well due to their religion, so they could never even express themselves properly. The most they'd ever done on that subject is grow their hair out to shoulder length, it's clear they'd never go further than that.

You'd been friends with Fyodor ever since you were kids, you'd been so close to a point you'd moved from Russia to Japan with them, and even moved in together, so you'd took as your responsibility to help support them. And perhaps even help them bring up a few boundaries for themself.. They had a rather surprising lack of self respect considering how superior they'd usually act in against to others.

You entered Fyodor's room, they were on their bed leaning against their bed frame as always, reading through a novel. They'd glanced over at you, in attempt to acknowledge your presence, but also making it clear you weren't getting their full attention.

"Did you need something?" They asked, flipping a page on their book.