✎ 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 / bsd smau
Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader
chapter 1, act iv. - what a misfortune,
SYNOPSIS -- right after that sudden rescript ranpo gave you, something… unpleasant happens. (long written part ahead)
highly suggested to click here for summary of this smau first
chuuya’s pov (left to right)
You weren’t sure of what happened either.
As seconds of Ranpo’s sudden declaration of you being some sort of.. masterpiece, lay on the ears of others, so did their eyes on you. It formed tension and fear down your mind and throat, and it doesn’t help that Sigma was being quiet right now too.
Yet only confluences of the most mischievous would even guess what happened next as you hear a harsh sound scratch the floor.
Your head turns immediately to the source, your eyes widening as they deceive it.
The bookshelf beside you and Sigma. It didn’t seem to filled of books - if anything, it could be the least packed shelf out of what you’ve currently seen in this library.
However, the way it was seemingly getting a little… too close from you the longer you dare to stare, as if it was falling… did somebody push it? It was impossible to think you were just imaging things.
You try to get Sigma’s attention by squeezing his hand, yet even he seemed too intimidated by the stare Ranpo gave. What - was Ranpo not seeing the falling bookshelf?
But before you even get time to get you and Sigma off of your spot, the scenario falls victory between you and him.
…All you can be certain of right now is how it felt.
Painful. Really fucking painful.
"What a shame, your injures look as if you just tripped for being clumsy." Yosano, who was tending your more… harsh scratches, hummed out, in that voice so graceful yet also held some tone of jest as if trying to joke her words.
But, not only has Atsushi mentioned it to you; you’ve heard about Yosano a lot of times, aware she seemed to… think oddly at the sight of pain from others,
"So I don’t know if I like that coming from you." Your mind spoke, not wanting to directly insult the undeniably beautiful lady in front of you.
"Who knew our bookshelves were getting old?" Ranpo joined, leaning forward as he sat rather lazily on the chair facing your infirmary bed.
His chest was pressed on the top rail, words coming out lightly muffled as he sucked on a pink lollipop. You turn your eyes away, silent.
The corners of your eyes saw Sigma, foreheads creased into lines as he fights back the noise of discomfort once the nurse tightly wraps his arm with a bandage.
Sigma was in front of you when the incident happened. He was trying to protect you from the two people you were now being a plaything to.
Sigma may have failed, but you can’t stop that banging stab of guilt seeing his current state. His whole arm had to be covered in that ugly bandage wrap, one cheek having a visible scratch.
You thanked the heavens the bookshelf didn’t have much books on it - even if it was strange. Something was surely up.
How on earth did the bookshelf even fall in the first place? And more specifically - why to you and Sigma? Why right on cue after Ranpo’s ‘grand speech’?
And for what you can not just get over - what did he mean by you’re the masterpiece? You just got here, for heavens sake.
You didn’t even want to know what was blowing on twitter right now. Neither did you want to see Atsushi’s concerned texts - more than a hundred percent sure he was already updated on it.
You’ll get to that later, right now though…
"Yeah.. mister president, I can’t wait to hear the replies you’ll give to our school principal later on." Yosano sighed out rather dramatically, finally moving her hands away from your arm as you almost defensively pull it back to your chest.
Yosano seemed to notice but payed no mind, facing back at Ranpo who’s face was all the same; eyes shut, mouth busy with eating that lollipop. He didn’t even seem concerned one bit. Hell - he was only really here because Yosano insisted him. "What? It’s not my fault an object I couldn’t control just suddenly tripped over!"
"Even when it seemingly was on cue?"
"At least show some decency to a new student, you hear?" Yosano scoffed sarcastically, standing up from her seat. "For their first day, you sure got them in trouble. Even with that Sigma boy."
"Don’t call me that." Sigma replied quick.
"Didn’t know you and Sigma were close!" Ranpo hums the mock with a smirk, lifting himself up from the chair with a foot on it. The nurse scolded, "President Ranpo, I told you not to put your foot there every time!" making the said president fake a whine and put the foot down.
All this noise really made you uneasy.
With so many questions in your head - contradicted by a voice that just didn’t want to come out and speak right now… you felt trapped within a school you thought would treat you more differently.
This was a different you didn’t like.
But not even the nurse did anything to stop it.
If only something or somebody could shut them up right now…
"Pardon me," A masculine voice snaps both Yosano and Ranpo’s alternating talk and your head back to reality, eyes immediate to face forward as they move to where the voice originated.
You quickly see a tall figure that walks in those open infirmary doors, his knuckles even giving time to knock on it as he spoke those words. His hair was a long black, his frame and sight was quick to catch you right at that. He -
"Dostoevsky?" The nurse replied, head turning over to him.
Albeit you didn’t see, you heard Sigma’s bed give a ruffling noise, as well as a faint gasp your ears failed to further care of. Was he just surprised as you were?
Even so, you were sure your and his reasons were drastically different as your eyes never leave the new sight.
"Good morning." You see Dostoevsky’s lips curve a small smile, yet your view was being partly blocked by Yosano as she turned around to face him too.
You wanted to tilt, "I’m looking for a newly transferred student named (Name) (Last Name)," but found your body frozen.
You find your shoulders stiffen at the way how his voice called out your full name, the whole infirmary waiting for a continuation as he moved a step closer to the room, eyeing you immediately as if he knew you were there all along.
Stop, everything’s going too fast all the sudden…
As if within his instruction, you were barely able see Ranpo gently tugging Yosano’s sleeve, making her step back for you and Dostoevsky to have a full view of one another.
His smile formed mannerly.
Your eyes widen at him, while his focused on you.
"I see your injuries aren’t fatal. Might you be available… privately?"
a/n, i’m sorry for my long inactivity.. being one of the two last acts of ch1, whole list of ch2 is now updated on the main post of this silly smau. :)
previous - act iii. masterpiece
next - act v. blame it on those from above
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