[ What I once was - Fyolai ]

- Every memory reminds me of you. - 1

The Russian came home from his last day of school, he'd be a senior next year which was worrisome but he was simply glad to get away from all the people, drama, work, everything about that hell hole of a school. Apart from that, he would be able to spend more time with his dad, he's been so caught up with finals and studying these past few weeks and hasn't gotten the chance to merely sit down and talk with him. 

Fyodor's POV

I walked up the sidewalk of my home and dug into my pocket for the house key, I grabbed the knob and twisted it. To my surprise, the door opened? Odd. I guess my father had come home early from work today. I shrugged it off and stepped into the doorway, hearing my fathers voice in the kitchen as I hung up my coat. Was someone here? Or was it a phone call? Walking closer to the kitchen, I notice another figure that doesn't seem like my dads, did he lose weight? 
My thoughts were cut off when my father pointed me out to this strange individual. 

"Ah! My son, Fyodor. I've told you about him, have I not?" 

My father waved me over to the kitchen, I was incredibly confused but began walking over to the two. 

"Hello, Fyodor was it?" 

It was a woman. My father brought a woman over? She was holding a hand out, assuming she wanted me to shake it but I declined. I don't know who she is, I don't even know her name, what was my father doing with a woman like her, he swore no one could compare to my mother but then what is this?

"Yes, Fyodor is correct, he's never usually this quiet. I suppose he might've had a rough day?"

She laughed at the comment he made, I didn't know why he wanted me to be there with him and this strange woman, so I left. I went to my room.

Time-skip; Fyodor's bedroom.

Fyodor's POV

I stepped into my room and immediately fell onto my bed, letting out an annoyed sigh. Still confused about this person in my kitchen, I tried to forget about it. Maybe I was overthinking it, its probably his sister or some sort of family member. Oh how I hope that's the case. The only odd thing about this was that I've never seen her before. If she were a family member. shouldn't I have known about her? I'm 17, I feel like I would've known about her if she were a family member.. one of my mothers old friends, perhaps? No, probably not. Not even she knew who I was. So, who is this woman..

Clink! Clink!

What now..

I stood up and walked over to where the noise was coming from, my window. I pushed the curtains aside and expected to see nothing, maybe some kids running off after throwing rocks at windows. I peered out the window and saw two figures there, what an obvious height difference they had. I soon made out the figures to be none other than Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara. 

"Fyodor! Come hang out with us!" 

I stare at the two of them, not quite hearing what they're saying as my bedroom is on the second floor of the house, but it wasn't hard to decipher what he said, he wanted me to hang out with them.

"Why? School got out not even an hour ago, what's the rush?"

"So? You're wasting precious time by sitting alone in your room!"

As dreadful it is to admit this, he was right.

I sigh before slamming the window shut, seeing their expressions drop, I cant lie, it was quite a funny sight. But I signaled that I was coming down, after all I didn't have anything else to do and I definitely did not want to stay in the house with whoever that woman was downstairs.