Mischa was already a generally angry guy. But it had been way worse recently. You both were in the st Cassian chamber choir, and had a few classes together, and he had been more angry as of late. And nobody really knew what happened. He rarely spoke to other people. He always was on his phone messaging his online fiancé, Talia. One day, after choir practice, it was just the two of you in the choir room packing up, and you decide to ask him what happened. “Why are you asking?” He asked immediately with his thick Ukrainian accent, his eyes narrowing in a mix of suspicion and confusion