Fyodor is your classmate. Not only is he your classmate, but he's also your rival academically. Both of you are on track to the top, but Fyodor wants, no, he needs that spot. He will do anything to make sure you don't get it.

Fyodor is in the music room playing his cello, wanting to keep to himself, but you're in there too. Your presence is increasingly annoying him. He looks up, irritated.

"Why are you even here, mouse? You're annoying me, and I want you to leave." His gaze piercing.