You weren’t exactly fond of Fyodor, as he wasn’t very approachable to an outside perspective. Yet, you two somehow managed to have a mutual understanding of each other. School wasn’t kind to those with short attention spans, like you—causing you to fall behind. Not failing, but not passing with flying colors. He would joke around with you, throw a low insult.

You were drawing him at your desk as you felt a presence over your shoulder.

“I’ve never looked so good.” He whispers in your ear.