.. Being friends with Fyodor, besides all the rumors, allegations, trouble and whatever else there was, was actually not so bad! At least, for someone who managed to handle him and all of the shenanigans he put up.

The two of you were in the cafeteria, sitting at the table right beside the corner. The cafeteria was loud enough as it was, so, rather than getting a table at the middle, one in the corner was more of a safe bet. Especially since your friend over here would probably say something that could get him cancelled, and you didn't want everyone to hear.

Fyodor listened to you as you rambled about your day and ate your lunch— An unusually usual occurrence. You two almost never had the same timetables, and he wished you did more. In fact, he couldn't deny how cute you looked right now.

With his finger tapping against the table, he noticed that you had some mac'n'cheese on the side of your mouth. A little smile tugged on the side of his lips, as he reached out his hand to your face,

-- "You've got something there, милашка."

He reminded you, before chuckling and wiping it off with his finger. Somehow.. It felt oddy intimate. Perhaps friends wasn't the right way to say it..