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fyodor stepped onto the gravel driveway, suitcase with all of his belongings in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other. his new caregiver had dropped him off at the gate, already proving they wouldnt be easy to deal with.
oh well. not like theyll be around for very long, fyodor thinks.
he looks up at the sign on the entry way, big bold letters reading "Stray dogs academy." it was clear the letters hadnt been redone in years, signs of weather very clear on all of them.
fyodor sighed, walking into the place that might just be his demise.
the lady at the front desk looked like she had lived for both world wars, a permanent scowl planted on her face. in the very little hair she had left, grey had overtaken every strand. her wrinkles made her look like a shrivelled prune. fyodor had to stop himself from recoiling away from her, she was just so hard to look at. a sore sight to behold indeed.
"whaddya want kid?" she asked, annoyed. fyodor disliked her even more, she had horrid manners. if every person here was like that, fyodor might just commit arson. again.
he tried to smile with all the politeness he could muster, he was sure it looked strained if you were looking closely enough. "ah, im just looking for dorm room 44? im unsure of the layout here, this is my first day. apologies for the trouble." he asked politely, pointing to the sheet of paper with all the details of the school on it. it conveniently left out the dorm room layouts, leaving out which dorm was which number as well.
the old lady sighed, typing loudly on her computer. fyodors eye twitched at the loud clacking noise, already annoyed by her fan in the corner that sounded like it was about to fall to pieces. the lady clicked her mouse a few times, then printed something out. her chair slid across the hard wood floors, fyodor pitied whoever had installed these floors, then handed fyodor a printed photo of the dorm room layouts. his dorm was on the 2nd floor of building b, not too far.
he thanked the old woman, recieving an annoyed grunt. how rude, fyodor thought. he sighed and made his way over to the next building, praying he did not have to interact with anyone any longer. he was seriously hoping not every person here was like that.
upon getting to his dorm, he realised there was two nameplates on the door. seems as though he'd be sharing this room. he sighed, hoping that his roommate was tolerable.
after opening the door, he realised that no. his roomate would be the most insufferable person to grace this earth. just his luck..
the entire left side of the room had clown themed items scattered across it, which woukd be fine if it wasnt for the fact that half of the clown dolls loomed like they had witnessed chernobyl explode and were now coated in radiation. there were also bird themed things, a couple fake birds hanging from the cieling. seems his roomate has an expanse taste in collectables. a bible sat atop the night stand, underneath what he assumes is a reading lamp. a lone deck of cards sat next to the bible, a very fitting sight for his roomates side of the room.
fyodor walked over to his side, placing the suitcase on his bed. he took the clothing he brought with him, only a few sleep wear clothing as he was given a uniform before attwnding, putting them in the closet on his side. once he was finished, he took out his personal belongings. a crucifix matching the one on the chain around his neck, a holy bible, a flask he had stolen from his caregivers when he was still in russia (it had vodka in it, fyodor just couldnt part with the drink), his ushanka and a pocket knife hes had since his first caretakers. they had gifted it to him after he had mentioned liking it, he had grown attatched to the thing. it was pretty.
he placed the bible and crucifix on his nightstand, putting the flask and knife in the drawer below. he placed the ushanka on his head, happy to finallly have it back on.
his new phone was heavy in his pocket, he pulled it out and placed it onto the bed. his new caregivers had given him a phone to "keep in touch" whilst he was away in this place. fyodor assumed they wanted to keep up appearances infront of the child protection services, but he didnt care. he didnt know how to use the phone anyway.
a ringing noise echoed throughout the school. fyodor was told what the different rings meant before coming here, the one he had just heard signalling supper time. he straightened himself out and went to walk out the door, making a last decision to grab his phone and put it in his pocket. he may not know how to use it, but he still wanted to have it on him for some reason.
as he made his way to the dinner hall, he spent his time observing the other students here. there was a ginger boy arguing with a brunette, a long white haired boy walking alongside a boy with a black stripe and matching white hair and a split dyed lilac and white haired boy walking alongside a boy with a white braid and multicoloured eyes.
fyodor was dreading living here now. the school was full of lunatics, evey single one of them. he bumped into someone whikst dwelling in his thoughts, quickly apologising to them and attempting to walk away. fate decided it had enough with him apparently, as the person he bumped into loudly exclaimed "oh. my. gosh!! are you a new kid? whats your name!" the brunette he had seen earlier exclaimed. fyodor heard the hallway go a little quieter as people wanted to see what the commotion was. "hello, my name is fyodor. what is yours?" he responded politely, attempting to smile in a way that didnt show his annoyance.
the brunette hummed in ammusement at something fyodor did not know, turned around to the split dyed hair and whit braid biys before yelling very loudly "yo sigma and nikolai! you guys are like.. russian, right?" he said excitedly. ah, seems fyodors accent was very noticable. he sighed. this boy was very annoying, fyodor was sure he was going to dislike him in the future.
the two previously mentioned boys wakked over. the white braided boy, whos name was apparently nikolai, giggled at the brunette. "im ukranian dazai, but im from russia! sigma here is uh.. im actually unsure.. i think hes russian?" nikolai responded confused, staring at the boy who must be sigma. he just shrugged in response, turning to dazai. "i cant remember. apparently, i was found in russia but im not entirely sure of my heritage. i cant afford a dna test." sigma smiled politely. seems hes an amnesiac of sorts, how peculiar.
dazai turned to fyodor, finally acknowledging his existance again. "fyodor, this is sigma and nikolai! sigma and nikolai, this is fyodor! hes russian too, hes also the new kid. i think hes a bit clueless considering i saw him earlier at the front office near ready to tear the front ladys head off over the dorm rooms, seriously he looked so annoyed at her!" dazai giggled, placing his hand on nikolais shoulders. nikolai giggled along with him, imagining the sight of the front ladys head being torn off. oh, how delightful!
fyodor had decided just then he did not like dazai. dazai is now his sworn enemy, he will overpower him and make him pay for this embarrassment. sigma was unsure what to do, the new kid was glaring at dazai who was cracking jokes to nikolai and sigma was scared he might attack dazai or something.
sigma had gone to the principals office earlier that day after getting a message from his adopted father, requesting his presence. upon entering the office he had been told that a new student was coming to the school. he was also told, that the boy might know something about sigmas backstory. sigma was confused about what the principal meant, but oh well. he'll find out eventually.
he had also been told by the principal that, fyodor could be very agressive when he wanted to be. he had been in around 7 foster homes before being dropped off here by his 8th foster carers. sigma felt a little bad, until he found out that every single foster home had gotten rid of him due to someone dying. wether it be a different child, a carer or even the family pet, someone always died in every home fyodor had been in. and fyodor always happened to be at the scene of the crime, yet no evidence pointed towards him. sigma was a bit scared to be around the boy, but he was sure fyodor didnt actually do anything.. right?
sigma just hoped no one would end up dead in the next few years of fyodor being here.
speaking of, the boy was currently arguing with dazai about the fact that dazai had.. stolen his hat. it looked like a preschoolers fight, fyodor trying to snatch the hat off dazais head and failing.
"why are you so angry over a hat? have you even watched this thing ever? it stinks man!" dazai pinched his nose and stuck his tongue out at fyodor. "i have washed the ushanka, im not disgusting. im angry over you having it because YOU are disgusting and youre dirtying it." fyodor responded. nikolai cackled from the sidelines, clutching his stomach. dazai scowled at fyodor, taking the ushanka off and holding it above fyodors head.
"why is it so important? its just a hat." dazai scoffed, throwing it at the floor infront of fyodor. "well, since you wanna know so bad ill tell you." fyodor started, picking his ushanka up and placing it on his head. "this is the hat my biological father killed himself in, my mother gave it to me before she too, took her life. its not important, more like a souveneir." fyodor smiled darkly. dazai was momentarily shocked, before scoffing and walking to the dining hall. seems he gave up.
nikolai burst out laughing again, finding it funny. he walked over to fyodor and tapped the ushanka. "so this hats been worn by two dead people? sick! can i wear it?" he asked, walking alongside fyodor. "no, one person stealing it is enough. i prefer it only be worn by my family, dead or alive." he joked with a straight face, making nikolai maniacally cackle.
sigma was absolutely mortified. someone was definitely going to die, at the hands of this new kid. he was 100% sure if dazai died from mysterious circumstances soon fyodor was the cause. he just needed to stay on fyodors good side and he'll be safe.. right?
at the dining hall, fyodor got a better look at all the students and staff. he sat besides nikolai and sigma at their table, the only people he had met so far and they were tolerable apart from nikolais constant talking and irritable laugh. sigma was polite and quiet, but he was very anxious. after learning the principal was his foster parent, fyodor suddenly understood he knew far too much for his own good. his little show with dazai earlier definitely did not help his nerves it seems, not like fyodor cared.
the long white haired man from earlier was sat at nikolai and sigmas table, alongside a few others. one by one they introduced themselves to fyodor, each having different levels of annoyingness.
"hello there, my name is shibusawa. i saw you earlier in the halls talking to dazai, i advise you to stay away from him. hes a pest." the white haired man, shibusawa, told fyodor. fyodor agreed with him.
a silver haired man dressed like a vampire sat next to shibusawa, glancing over fyodor quickly. "bram." he said. how rude, only a name? fyodor nodded, annoyed.
the next man had long blue hair and bandages on his head. he had a weird smile plastered on his face, making soft humming sounds. "thats ivan, he recently got a severe brain injury. we dont know how, he doesnt talk much nowadays." shibusawa supplied. fyodor was curious now, it looked like he had a lobotomy. he wanted to nitpick at this ivan guys brain.
the next man looked like he belonged in an accounting job. his hair was combed and he kept fidgeting with his fancy clothes. he was very obviously forced here, a cold sweat constant on his forehead. "my names mushitarou.. n-nice to meet you." he said quietly. looks like fyodor wont be able to get close with him.
the last man was.. quite ugly. he had a failed haircut that looked like a toddler had drawn it on his head, but only im a straight line. "my names pushkin, nice to meet ya!" he smiled, even that was quite horrible to see.
seeing as everyon had introduced themselves, fyodor took it as his turn to. "hello, my name is fyodor. its a pleasure to meet you all." he smiled politely. nikolai immediately went back to chatting with whoever would indulge him.
fyodor silently ate his supper, not really having an appetite. he ate a small portion of the food, moving the rest around his plate with his fork in boredom. mushitarou stared at him in confusion (or disgust, fyodor couldnt tell with that guy) wondering what the hell he was doing.
"hey, new kid. you'd wanna eat all of that, we dont get 'snacks' around here. that food has to last you until morning so make sure you eat it all or you'll regret it later." mushitarou informed fyodor. he took a large bite out of his own food, as if to show he was telling the truth. fyodor, quite frankly, did not care. he tilted his head in confusion, placing the fork on the table next to his plate. "im full, who are you to tell me what to do anyway? what i've eaten will be enough to last me until morning. if you're that hungry, you can take my food." fyodor slid the plate across the table to mushitarou, smiling with fake politeness.
nikolai snickered from where he was next to fyodor, only having eaten half of his own plate. mushitarous face turned red in a mix of anger and embarrassment, eye twitching with rage. sigma tried to calm him down, reminding mushitarou that he already had one strike on his behaviour, two more and he would be in detention for two weeks. mushitarou decided that he was okay with that apparently, grabbing fyodors previously discarded plate and slamming it down hard on fyodors head. bits of food went all over his head and shoulders, gasps from students and soft snickers heard throughout the room.
fyodor was seething with rage. he stood up abruptly, grabbing his fork and launching across the table at mushitarou. he landed ontop of him on the floor, trying to gouge his eye out with the fork. the only thing that kept mushitarou from losing an eye was sigma holding fyodors arm back, a surprisingly easy task considering how weak fyodor was. a crowd had formed around the two, some people egging them on and others yelling at them to just stop. teachers attempted to barge their way through, finding it extremely difficult to get past the group.
fyodor had shoved sigma away, discarding the fork and instead shovelling up food from his hat and shoulders and shoving it into mushitarous mouth. he choked most of it up, coughing and spluttering everywhere. it got so disturbing to people watching that someone finally intervened, the boy who was with shibusawa earlier. he grabbed fyodor from underneath his shoulders, lifting him up and pushing him away from mushitarou. he could hear nikolais sadness about the fight being over, the other people at his table shunning the boy for ending the fight as well. the teachers grabbed fyodor harshly, pulling him to his feet and practically dragging him out of the dining hall. he couldnt help but smirk, looking back at mushitarou from over his shoulder and finding the pitiful sight enjoyable.
nikolai watched as the new kid was dragged away by the teachers, smiling at mushitarou. he too couldnt help but smile, this new kid was going to be so fun!
mushitarou coughed up the last of the food fyodor had shoved in his mouth, he had practically vomited up everything he had eaten all day including his dinner and the remains of fyodors. atsushi pat his shoulder in comfort, helping him to his feet. nikolai burst out laughing upon seeing his face, literally laughing in his face like he wasnt right there infront of him.
"mushitarou.. you look like shit!" nikolai yelled, clutching his stomach and laughing. sigma swatted his shoulder, but couldnt help the smile playing at his lips. everyone besides maybe 5 or 6 people giggled and laughed at mushitarou, quiet muffled snickers coming from all around mushitarou.
he stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the dining hall door behind him. this caused nikolai to laugh even harder, falling back into his chair whilst laughing. once everyone had quieted down, dazai turned to look around the room. "hey.. every teacher is gone." he noted. everyone looked around, also noticing there were no teachers like he said.
nikolai turned to shibusawa, stealing the food off his plate (even though he still had food leftover on his own) and launched it directly at atsushis head. atsushi spun around, gaping at shibusawas direction. kyouka, atsushis friend, grabbed food off her own plate and launched it at shibusawa. he ducked, causing it to hit chuuya in the back of the head. dazai giggled in delight, causing him to get food launched at him as well. "oh its so on.. food fight!" he yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, the entire hall erupting into chaos.
sigma slid out of his chair, down to the floor and under the table. he could hear nikolai standing on the table and food hitting the floor around him. the table shook with every dodge nikolai did.
sigma wanted to go to bed. this was all fyodors fault. the next time he saw the new kid, he might just burst into tears.
sigma had come to a conclusion, fyodor was just a trouble magnet.
in the principals office, food dropping from his hat and shoulders, fyodor sneezed. "bless you." the principal said, writing on a sheet of paper. fyodor assumed he was documenting the incident. he noted that the hallways sounded quite loud, he wondered what had happened in the dining hall after he had been dragged out.
he made a note to ask his roomate later, which he still had not found out who it was. he hoped it wasnt someone annoying like mushitarou. or dazai. or nikolai.
fyodor would rather die than share a room with an annoying person.