Fyodor, Who Loves Me [Mainly Bungo Stray Dogs]

Fyodor probably likes me. I know that. Back in Russia, we were practically a couple. We could dance together in the snow and ice, or stroll along the paths in Moscow. He played the violin for me, and I read poetry to him. When my eyes met his, I could see something in them that was just like what I felt: Affection. Longing. We were an utterly ordinary couple. If nothing unexpected had happened, we would have lived peacefully together, smiling at each other even with our hair turned white. . So, there are no "what ifs" in this world. I breathed my last under his horrified gaze. Blood clouded my vision, then something warm and clear fell onto my face. I raised a hand to wipe away his tears, but all I touched was cold. I closed my eyes. Fyodor, the things you cannot have, the things you regret losing, are the most precious. Because you can never have them again. . Four years later, I met Fyodor once more. He had a remote control in his hand, but when he saw me, he froze, and it slipped from his grasp. At that moment, I kicked Osamu Dazai in irritation. "Osamu Dazai! You lazy bum, get up and get to work!" Dazai replied in a languid drawl: "I kno-o-ow." "I can tell you don't know at all! You're sleeping out on the street tonight!" I roared. The next moment, he wrapped his arms around me. The man with amber eyes breathed against my neck. His voice was smug and lazy. "You can't bear to, can you?" . #Fyodor'sFistsAreClenching# . Told in third person. OOC is inevitable, so if that's not your thing, please move along. CP undecided. Please pick your favorite. Theme: Of course, this is all fake too.