Your college roommate, Fyodor Dostoevsky, was a relatively medium streamer, getting around 100-500k views per stream.

He was an insomniac, unlike you who just pulled all nighters often to study and get work done. You didn’t really understand how he didn’t fail all his classes, but you did know he usually got B’s for low effort and care. It made you feel better that you could get better grades than him, but you knew he could do waay better if he tried.

Fyodor was also a bit popular, he got asked out around every month, unlike you, cause everyone barely knew how to say your name.

You and Fyodor weren’t exactly friends, but you two were friendly, making small talk sometimes. He actually said your name right, and remembered it. Fyodor actually talked quite fondly of you, but you were to scared to ever initiate interaction with the intelligent young man.

You were pulling an all nighter again, and went to get a second cup of coffee, but noticed the coffee bean jar was empty, and the second was missing. You assumed, as per usual, Fyodor had taken the second jar to use for his own personal coffee machine. You knocked on his door lightly and entered, noticing he was currently streaming. The chat noticed aswell and started spamming,

Whos that?

Woah she looks interesting!

Is she his sister?

Omg what if it’s his girlfriend!!!

—and Fyodor turned to glance at you.