Why am I here again? (Fyodor x Reader)

Why am I here again?

Why were you here again? Oh yeah, your boyfriend. Well, technically because of a concert but it was your boyfriend who was the reason you took part in this event. 

You sighed as you went backstage to meet your bandmates. The first one you encountered was Nikolai, the drummer of the band your beloved founded. Originally you didn't even want to join the band but he kept insisting since they were in need of a guitarist.

So eventually you gave in and now your weekends were filled with bandpractice.

"(Y/N)! You made it. Fedya was already worried you wouldn't come", the boisterous white haired boy shouted as he noticed you. His loud exclaimation caused the boy beside him with the long white and lilac hair to look at you as well.

His name was Sigma and he was the youngest member of the band, the bassist. At first you had thought that his parents must really hate him to give their child such a name. A bit later though you discovered that it wasn't his actual name but rather his nickname. He never told you his real name however.

He shot you a sympathetic look before he went back to preparing for the upcoming show. Just then you heard someone clearing his throat to your right.

You flinched together before you turned to your boyfriend. Fyodor Dostoevsky. You two had met through a friend of your brother. This friend, Osamu Dazai, was Fyodor's opponent in chess club.

You were instantly enchanted by his unnaturally purple eyes, his accent and most of all his intelligence. It didn't take you two long to hit it off and now you were a couple for over a year already. 

"There you are! What took you so goddamn long? Hurry up, we need to be on stage in twenty minutes!" And then he was gone again, heading off to wherever.

A few minutes later you were sitting on a chair backstage, tuning your E-Guitar. This band wasn't in any way popular in the mainstream but it still managed t gather a good amount of fans. Especially teenagers with a love for Rock.

You were dressed in a pair of black jeans with a beltchain and an oversized black T-Shirt over a white Longsleeve. A silver crossnecklace dangeled from your neck. It was a gift from Fyodor.

Speaking of your lover, at the moment he was hurrying around, making sure everything was perfect for their concert. Because everything had to be perfect all the time.

Honestly it got tiring. In his eyes everything you did, you had to do perfect. And still, he kept criticizing you, leaving you feeling frustrated and useless. You just couldn't understand why he was so focused on perfection. Even your relationship needed to be flawless.

Which went as well as one expects. Not that you fought a lot but there was always this certain tension between you two whenever someone did something the other didn't like. As an example, coming late for a concert. 

That's why you could feel his piercing gaze on the back of your head.

"You've been tuning your guitar for a while now. Don't tell me you forgot how to do it properly", you heard his normally calming but now unsetteling voice. You rolled your eyes at his words.

"I'm sorry but it's hard to concentrate when you're penetrating me like that. With your gaze I mean." You couldn't stop the smirk spreading on your face. Your joke didn't have the same effect on Fyodor though as you heard a scoff coming from him. 

"Just hurry up."

The concert was over before you knew it and if you were honest, you found it really good. You had a lot of fun and you nailed your solo in the last song, even though you were already getting tired at that point.