Word Count: 4172
Warnings: NSFW, mentioned SA
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Fyodor sighed as he walked into his final class, sitting down in a chair near the back. He was doing so well in all of his classes... except this particular one. It wasn't even that he couldn't understand the subject. He was sure if he was able to pay attention, that he would be able to fully comprehend and perform the taught skills. But his eyes were e never on the board, his ears never focused on his professor, and his brain was always in some far away land. Well, anyway, this was a problem. He needed to up his grade in this class.
Fyodor rested his head in his hand, humming quietly in thought as more students made their way into the room. Osamu Dazai, who always sat next to him to pester him. Ever since he'd played wingman between him and a student named Chuuya Nakahara, he'd gotten the idea that they were friends. And actually, he did enjoy his company. The two were similar. Except there was a problem; Dazai wanted to play wingman now.
"I know they're in this class." The brunette poked the end of his pencil against Fyodor's cheek. The Russian merely rolled his eyes. Dazai was far too good at reading him. Far too smart. He was glad that he wasn't smart enough to know who exactly was keeping him from passing this class, though. He wondered what he'd receive. Backlash? Would Dazai report him..? Would he make fun of him? Or worse, actually try and play wingman between him and his ... crush? It was college, were they really calling it a crush..?
"This is the only class you get distracted! I know they're here. Who is it? Is it Sigma?" Dazai whispered, pointing at a male with white and purple hair, who was being harassed by a man with white hair in a braid. "If it is, I don't think I can help you. Nikolai's quite protective of him." He hummed.
"You're acting a fool, Dazai. Please, just sit down." Fyodor grumbled, staring at the desk he always stared at. The professor's desk. It was a beautiful shade of brown. On it were neatly organized baskets of paperwork, notebook, supplies, etc. A high tech computer Fyodor had the pleasure of watching his professor install because he was early to class. His eyes were always on that desk. He was imagining. Imagining an arm swiping all of those things off the desk before pinning him down to it. But who? Who was it?
"So it's not Sigma.. hmmm.." Dazai grumbled. "You're no fun! You know I have your back!" Fyodor knew he could genuinely trust Dazai to wingman. He'd get him together with the one he loved, he knew that. But.. his dignity and pride wouldn't let himself.
All of the students were in the class now, sitting down. The brunette tried to follow Fyodor's gaze, searching for which student it could possibly be. But the Russian was only looking at a desk. Not very helpful, or insightful. Their professor had yet to arrive, and so Fyodor decided to daydream to pass the time until he did.
Where was he..? Yes; Him pinned down on the desk. Or.. he had to imagine the man he loved in the chair at the desk, and him under it, putting his mouth to good use. He clicked his tongue, wondering if someone would walk in and the man would have to keep his cool. Dazai could see lust and desire in his eyes. But unfortunately, he was none the wiser as to who.
"I apologize for being late." A voice echoed through the room, silencing down chattering students and bringing back others who had zoned out to reality. A tall man, white elegant hair with braids here and there walked in. His eyes were a gorgeous, scarlet red. Almost an unreal color. His skin was pale, but wasn't white. You could distinguish it from his hair. And today, due to his being late, he was in rather.. casual attire. A black turtle neck and black high waisted pants held up with a white belt. He had a grey coat on, but removed it once in the classroom. "I trust you all did the reading." Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, 27 year old College Professor, spoke. No more than 5 years older than Fyodor, and he was a professor. Impressive. Those red eyes gazed over the Russian. He could feel it, but he didn't dare look. "Well, all except one of you." The class giggled at his little remark.
