An angel's voice. || Fyolai ||

5.⊹Starboys⊹

⚠︎Warnings for this Chapter⚠
•smoking
•swearing(not gonna include it in other chapters because chuuya exists!!)

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"I'm not playing that, no way," Nikolai declared, squinting his eyes. It had been hours since the two bands were paired up, and everyone was keeping to themselves while the leaders negotiated which song to perform together.

The conversation dragged on for another hour until Fyodor had enough and stepped out onto the balcony. Nikolai watched him leave, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, Fyodor sat outside, puffing on his cigarette, contemplating the Ukrainian musician. There was something about him that intrigued him.

A while passed, making the Ukrainian a little curious why the Russian wasn't back yet. Everyone had already gone to sleep, making only him and Fyodor awake. Nikolai sighed annoyed and stepped out onto the balcony, seeing Fyodor sit in one of the chairs, stargazing.

Nikolai blinked a few times, slowly moving closer to Fyodor, sitting down next to him. Both sat in silence for a while until Nikolai spoke up. "Aren't you cold? Or are you that ugly that not even the cold wants you?" He asked, tilting his head softly to which Fyodor only hummed.
"I am not cold. And I'm not ugly. Everyone here has manners, except for you. Didn't you notice?" The Russian asked back, looking at Nikolai with a blink.

Nikolai huffed, not knowing how to answer that statement. The albino just looked back up, noticing how bright the stars were shining. So that's why Fyodor had been outside this long. Watching the stars calmed him. Another note that Nikolai added in his mind. His eyes slowly wandered back to Fyodor. The Russians eyes were shimmering in the starlight, and his skin seemed even more paler because of the moonlight. Surprisingly, he didn't smoke. But that was only because he didn't have any cigarettes left.

A while passed, making Nikolai sleepy. He leaned back with crossed arms, watching the sky with Fyodor. None had to talk. The night had its own sounds, making the whole atmosphere perfect. It was around 2am, all apartments completely dark except for theirs.
Another 10minutes passed, now Fyodor shifting in his seat. The Russian got up, looking down at Nikolai. "Come on, let's go to sleep. We have to choose a song tomorrow.. Perhaps make a new one." He hummed, walking inside when seeing that Nikolai followed.

Both leaders went to bed, having an extremely short sleep. But none minded that.

The next morning was going smoothly. Fyodor was playing different things on his guitar while Nikolai shook his head most of the time. By now they only had two good sounding sounds that both liked. Nikolai sighed, shaking his head. "This is so unfair.. Why can't the others do something as well?" He asked, throwing his head back. "Because it's a leader's thing. They only play what they're given to. At least that's what the show wants." Fyodor hummed, throwing a paper ball into the trash.

The two men sat in silence until Fyodor broke the silence. "Do you play any instruments?" He asked, making Nikolai blink a little. "Yeah.. I do actually play the violin. But I don't really want to show it to the world... What about you? You're a guitarist right?" Nikolai asked, tilting his head in surprise as Fyodor shook his head.
"I play the cello too. But it's too heavy to carry to every music show, that's why I usually play it at home. " the Russian hummed, leaning back.

They talked for a while, getting to know each other more. A few mean comments here, a few mean comments there. But other than that it was pretty peaceful. Nikolai for example learned that Fyodor's smoking depends on his stress level, or that he has a pretty bad iron deficiency and insomnia.
And Fyodor learned that Nikolai had a blind eye that he usually covered up with his hair or contact lenses, which he found pretty cool to be honest.

It seemed that just over one night, the two got a little more comfortable around each other. A comfort level where both didn't yell at each other.
Even the others were surprised. Shibusawa had already put up theories on what had happened. "What if they aren't them? What if they got kidnapped by aliens and these two are just clones?" The long haired man had asked for a joke.

Time passed by quickly and the others left Nikolai and Fyodor alone in their apartment to get some food. Fyodor was lazily laying on the couch playing his guitar, while Nikolai was thinking of a song text. "How about we make our song calm and at the same time fast? It would be a mix of both of our play styles. " Fyodor suggested, making Nikolai look up.
"That's a pretty cool idea.. Yeah we should do that. But how should the text be? I have literally no idea. "

Fyodor hummed and tapped his chin, thinking. "How about a person being someone's liberty and stuff? Two people together, you know?" He asked, tilting his head softly as Nikolai nodded. "Yeah... Yeah that's good! Now we have the idea.. "

Nikolai hummed softly and wrote a few lyrics down with Fyodor's help while also helping with the music in general. He listened to a few rhythms that Fyodor played, until finding one specific one that he liked.
"Okay that one's good.. Now we have to make sure everything fits with the song text.. "

Another hour went on and the others came back with food, chatting. All 8 them say down and ate their curry while talking about the song. "So fedya, how's the song doing?" Dazai asked with a grin while eating his crabs.
Fyodor let out a hum as he drank his water. "It's doing good. We'll be finished soon. " he stated, looking up at the others who nodded happily.

After the small break, Fyodor and Nikolai continued with their work, both smiling. Fyodor almost had the whole music done while Nikolai was finishing the text. Both yawned and for tired after a while, but eventually finished the song.

They played it a few times, including the singing until calling the others to have a listen as well. The others all sat down, clapping in amazement after it was played. "That was awesome!" Atsushi smiled to which Akutagawa agreed with a small nod.

Then Dazai sat up, looking at the two leaders. "And how do you want to name song?" Fyodor and Nikolai blinked and laughed slightly. "Isn't it obvious? We want to name it..

Bernadette. "

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I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! School was getting a little stressful but now I'm home for two weeks! I'll try to update every few days. <3