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Fyodor Dostoyevsky was top of his class. He wasn't social and preferred to be alone, he had only two friends which were Sigma and Dazai Osamu. Fyodor was planning on going home after school and just read but that changed when he was called down to the principles office.
He was told he had to tutor a kid named Nikolai Gogol with long white hair tied back in a braid. Fyodor has heard about him, some people say he's fun while others say he's annoying and a clown. Fyodor can tell this kid will be a problem, he didn't want to tutor anyone he just wanted to relax and not have to worry about others but here he is holding his phone while looking Nikolai's number. Nikolai had told him to text him when to meet up so he could tutor him, he almost sent a message to him but changed his mind turning his phone off and sliding into his bag and heading home.
Fyodor stopped playing the cello to look at his phone after he heard a Ding, confused because he didn't have the number saved he opened the message.
Unknown: hello fyodorr!!
Fyodor: who is this?
Unknown: oh you don't have me added?? Omg.. this'll be perfect!! I'll give you hints and you guess alright?
Fyodor: just tell me
Unknown: I go to your school!
Fyodor: if you dont hurry up im blocking you
Unknown: fyodor! Be nice!
Fyodor: I'm gonna block you
Unknown: ughh so not fairrr! Okay how about this!! You know me and I'm close to youuu, not in this moment but I'm a close friend!
Fyodor: I dont know, sigma?
Unknown: wrong!! Guess againnn
Fyodor: omg
Unknown: I have white hair
Fyodor: nikolai why are you messaging me? And we aren't friends, I'm just tutoring you
Nikolai: so meannn!! I'm just bored
Fyodor: it's 12am go to bed
Nikolai: alright! If my fedya tells me to I guess I have to! Goodnight my fedya!!
Fyodor blushed slightly as he read the messages before turning off his phone and going to bed.
Fyodor wakes up at 6:30 and gets ready for the day. Looking at his phone, he sees messages from Nikolai:
Nikolai: good morning!!! what time do you wanna meet todayyy??
Fyodor: morning, Nikolai. I don't care what time, any time that fits your schedule.
Nikolai: you text so boringlyyy!! anyway, how abouttt 10am??
Fyodor: you just text very... oddly, but yes 10 sounds good.
Fyodor smiles at the text as he takes his anemia pills and wonders what is he gonna do for the next 3 hours?