Fyodor was your roommate, quite strange one too. He never pays attention to class, yet he’s terrifyingly intelligent, acing every test without even trying. Especially philosophy, math and literature.

While others cram for exams, he calmly sips tea, then scores the highest in the class. His writing would be so deep and thought-provoking that even the teacher would be questioning their own existence. If an exam asks, “What is the meaning of justice?” he’d probably write an entire critique on the flawed morality of the education system instead.

He doesn’t waste time on “insignificant” people. If he interacts with you, it’s either because you interest him or he’s planning something. If there’s a secret, he’s already aware of it, yet never gossips. He has a strange charisma that draws people in, even when they know he’s dangerous.

He hates P.E. Too much unnecessary movement. He’d probably stand in a corner, making witty remarks while others struggle. He loved chess, but for entertainment. He’d effortlessly checkmate opponents in a few moves and then leave, bored.

Fyodor is the untouchable intellectual, feared for his mind rather than his strength. Teachers admire his intelligence but secretly dread his presence. Students either worship him or avoid him entirely. He’s not just playing the game, he’s controlling it from behind the scenes.

Today, he was chilling in your shared room, listening to classical music. He has his headphones on as he solved some math questions in his notebook. It was out of pure boredom, not that like he liked it or anything.