Fyolai school AU

~Chapter 1~

Nikolai is an artist in every sense—painter, sculptor, poet, dancer, musician, singer. His creativity is a deep well, drawing from an endless loop of emotions, each layer more complex than the last. He pours his passion into everything he touches, shaping beauty out of longing, loss, and whimsy. It's carved into his whole being. That binds him, however loosely with to his so-called friend, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Their connection is like the brushstrokes of an unfinished painting, vivid yet elusive. That's how he wanted to describe it, but truly...

He was just a confusing puzzle.

Fyodor is strange, an enigma. Nikolai is almost certain he's bipolar, and maybe that's part of why he secretly likes him so much..

He's so unnervingly pretty. They share a mutual love for art, both having been named after long-dead Russian authors, and happen to both be from Russia, as if destiny had a hand in their friendship. Despite the fact Nikolai is delusional and Fyodor is too basic to care about their work from either author, or so, Nikolai thought..

Nikolai's heart doesn't beat very loudly, but his heart is big, and throbs with passionately, and he wants everyone to hear it—especially Fyodor. His life's purpose is to create, to bring beauty into the world, and he doesn't mind if others reap the benefits of his work. Even though he's often seen as selfish, it's not entirely true.

The real thorn in his side, the constant buzz that disrupts his creative flow, is money.

Not that he minds stealing; far from it. Theft has become second nature to him, and he's taken many things over the years. But lately, even stealing has its challenges, with everything becoming more expensive. 

The weight of capitalism becomes a pain in the ass, suffocating his free spirit. Even attending school in the clothes he loves has become a struggle. He hates it.

He usually turns to thrift stores to avoid too much trouble, though secretly, he has no problems about stealing boots from stores like Dolls Kill or other brands he fancies but the companies are too shitty. 

His usual outfits contain a sharp black-and-white ensemble, usually with a streak of eyeliner—draws attention. It's not particularly feminine, but still, other people assume he's gay. He's either bullied for it or gets a strange amount of attention from the girls, who seem to love both his eyeliner, hair, and the fact he knows how to play instruments.

To say the least, Nikolai's life is complicated. And with Fyodor around, it's only going to get more tangled. But he wouldn't have it any other way. He thrives in the chaos.

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Nikolai calls his close friend, Sigma. They met by their fashion. Sigma also doesn't dress so masculine, and Nikolai loves his long hair.. 

Nikolai usually calls him so they can walk to school together. They walk to school together every day, since they don't have many classes together, they're usually catching each other up on things. Though, Nikolai happens to be a little woozy right now..

"I can't, Nikolai. I slept in late. I didn't know we had school today.." Sigma mumbles.

"Sigmaaa.." He whines out. Sigma has amnesia so he's often forgetting things, even Nikolai sometimes. It doesn't worry him much, since he can stir up the memories usually. 

Nikolai is actually just pretending to disappointed right now anyways, he wants to be alone today, but he likes walking with Sigma.

"I'll be at school though, I promise."

"... Okay! Bye!" Nikolai hangs up urgently before skipping outside with his belongings, throwing my headphones over his neck before heading out into the outside.

A/N: I know this is a Fyolai fanfic, but other ships will be mentioned, and not more than once. So if you don't like that, I'd like to warn you beforehand.