sorry i havenât been active since iâve been in college and such. iâm a behavioral analysis major (psychology) so that takes up a lot of my time!! i do have some oneshot wips i will start finishing up since i have a few days off! ^^
with my oneshot posted i may make a rough sorta idea of the timeline of my bsd x pmmm au, as well as some relationships, whoâs in what organization, etc
i still am having trouble placing Sayaka and Nagisa though. Sayaka may not even be part of an organization, or sheâs in the process of trying to become a part of the ADA
suggestions would be greatly appreciated. or questions, i like those a lot! đââïž
This fic is not proofread! Apologies for any mistakes, this is the first fic Iâve finished after a very long writerâs block!!
The cold air the fan blew in did little to combat the heaviness the humidity brought within the underground bunker. If it wasnât for the fact that Fyodor was sitting an arm length away sheâd probably be complaining about it right now.
Aside from the constant buzzing of the damned fan, the room was relatively quiet. No greeting from Fyodor when Homura entered, and none from her side either. Just the silence between them as Fyodor continued to type away on his keyboard, strings of purple text appearing on the screenâs black background. Even after so many timeloops, Homura still could not wrap her head around the jumble of code Fyodor typed up like a second language. To her, it was all nonsense. Nonsense that still somehow made the Moby Dick fall from the sky, or get her enrolled in a school with no suspicion. The string of letters and numbers, so interesting, yet still held no significance when it came to Fyodorâs larger plans.
âWhy bother with codes if you can still create a plan far easier and faster that skips it entirely?â The girl asked from behind, still peering ever so slightly over the Russianâs shoulder.
Silence followed, the sounds of fingers tapping keys stopping shortly after. Fyodor leaned back in his seat, letting a low hum out in consideration. âBeing able to avoid something all together doesnât mean it makes the plan as a whole efficient.â He answered, finally turning his chair towards the girl. âBut such things should not concern you, Akemi-San.â Fyodor said, in that tone Homura knew all too well. The slow, deliberate emphasis on âshould notâ being his nicer way of saying âI donât want you asking about this anymore.â Homura wasnât new to responses like that, and this warning certainly wonât be the last.
Fyodor then stood up and took a step toward her, his long pale fingers now gently grazing her bangs, repositioning them. âNow then, how are you feeling, Akemi-Chan? I was told that youâve been acting differently lately.â Mock careâ at least thatâs what Homura thought it wasâ seeped through his words, especially emphasized every time Fyodor chose the honorific âchanâ instead of his usual âsanâ. He wanted something. Information usually, trying to come off more parental when Homuraâs in one of her moody phases. Sometimes it feels like heâll use it just to get under her skin.
Homura chewed the inside of her mouth, averting her gaze towards the left. Suddenly, that small dust bunny in the corner seemed at lot more interesting than the conversation at handâ
âHomura.â
It was that warning tone and the use of her first name that gave her pause.
Fyodorâs hand, once brushing her bangs, drifted down to her chin, grabbing it with his index finger and thumb. Slowly, they guided her chin up, forcing her eyes to finally focus back on him.
âI told you to stop biting the inside of your mouth. It wears your teeth down.â He said, chiding the girlâs nervous habit.
Homura had to stop herself from biting her lip, then also having to swallow down some remark that could possibly earn another reprimand from the Russian.
ââŠSorry.â Homura huffed.
Fyodorâs stiff smile softened ever so slightly with his grip, his hand carefully dropping to his side. Always gentler when she listens, always proud when she isnât arguing. He never laid a hand on Homura, or even raised his voice above a speaking level, no. Physical punishment just makes her more combative, and a back and forth between them will only lead to Homura believing she has more say in the situation. Thereâs plenty of factors that Fyodor has started to shift his approach to be less of a man training his dog to the more⊠normal side of raising a teenager. Broader than what he wouldâve wanted, but if his original plan cannot adapt to a new addition like Homura, then itâs time to write a new one entirely.
With an amused huff, Fyodor tilted his head to the side. âGood. But I asked you a question, remember?â
If it was just about anyone, Homura could easily hide behind her stoic persona and say something vague, anyone who wasnât Fyodorâ or Fukuchiâ would take it as an answer. Questions like these are so complicated and annoying because she doesnât know how to cross this minefield correctly. Too much honesty would lead to her being figured out more than what she would like at this very moment. But lying too much would also lead to more questions, or the possibility of something far worse. Despite nothing having happened to herâ yetâ Itâs still a very real possibility.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Homura hummed in thought and to calm her nerves. âCan I be honest about something?â
âOf course you can, Akemi-Chan.â Fyodor replied, his softened smile sharpening.
Homura shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet, back to her heels, repeating the movements while she spoke. âItâs all been so muchâŠâ She mumbled, trying her best to practically shrink into herself to appear smaller. âSchool, all the attention Iâm getting, Fukuchiâs storyâŠâ Homura paused momentarily to nervously grab the hem of her skirt, rubbing it between her fingers to try and self soothe. Soon after, she continued, âItâs all been so much⊠I try my very best to play along but⊠what if I fail you?âŠâ
After putting on the smallest voice she could muster for the last sentence, Homura risked a sneaky glance up to gauge his reaction.
Still the same sharpened smile, similar violet eyes weighing her down, and his looming shadow over her, thanks to the monitorsâ illumination behind the Russian. It all made him feel bigger, broader than what he actually was. Though that didnât really matter in the shoes of a 14 year old girl. He wasnât really buying it, but the answer was also not too out of reach where Fyodor would want to dig further.
âYou do have a lot to keep up for someone just getting back into the schooling system, hm?â Fyodorâs hand reached back out again and wrapped a strand of Homuraâs black hair around his finger. Feeling the silky texture between his fingers neither spoke. Homura didnât want to push her luck, and Fyodor, simply, didnât feel like it.
But heâd known if he didnât continue then the girl could possibly pass out from the way she was holding her breath.
âYou will be fine.â The short sort of tone Fyodor used was less of an attempt at comfort and more of an order that Homura would be forced to follow. Be okay, donât arouse suspicion, just be good. Fyodor, despite all the manipulation did seem to care, at least in his own eyes. What he said was the truth after all, she will be fine. She just needs to obey, like what a good, well behaved child does, and she wonât even need to worry about coming across the Armed Detective Agencyâs radar. Not when they still see her as Fukuchiâs poor sick niece, who was raised by him in secret up until her recent recovery. If he (and admittedly Fukuchi as well) did not care for the girl, he wouldâve thrown her to the wolves and left her to create some sort of alibi when the time came. But the idea of that bandaged detective speaking with Homura, using her power, left an ugly knot in his stomach. A feeling too complicated and foreign for Fyodor to properly pinpoint at the moment. Maybe parental, though he had never been a father and had no interest in wanting to even raise a child at any point of his life. But things changed, especially when Shibusawaâs dying wish was to hand his little time bending experiment on a silver platter to him.
Sure, she may hide things sometimes, itâs obvious by the way she bites the inside of her mouth or shifts her weight on her feet. But at the end of the day, Homura always happens to do exactly what Fyodor had planned for her to do, intentionally or not. She was on track to helping him get to where he wants.
And for that
she was worthy of being his own.
Quite literally formatting and posting this right before class starts. May edit this later on, but for now here it is!! Acting writing this au Iâve had for like 2 years be proudđ
