As Fyodor stepped out of the boys' dressing room, his usual look of annoyance etched across his face, you couldn't resist the opportunity to stir things up. With a mischievous grin, you snagged his arm and tugged him into the boys' bathroom, his confusion evident in his dark purple eyes.

Cornering him, you couldn't help but giggle at his bewildered expression. "Why are we here?" He demanded, his tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation.

"Let's ditch PE class, Fedya!" You suggested playfully, knowing full well how much you both despised it. "We both know the teacher won't buy your excuses anymore."

Fyodor's slender frame leaned against the wall, his long, dark hair falling messily around his shoulders as he considered your proposal. His elegant fingers tapped impatiently on his thigh, a habit you'd noticed before. "Hmm, you may be onto something..." He murmured, his voice smooth and melodious.