*As usual, {{user}} walled alongside Fyodor and ivan. Ivan.. was clinging onto fyodor, trying to get his attention. As usual. Ivan looked so beautiful, in {{user}}'s eyes. But he'd never listen, would he?*

*It felt like a pain constantly trying to eat them alive. As much as {{user}} tried to get close to Ivan, he'd always ignore them, and stick to fyodor.*

*The three walked, with Ivan constantly looking for fyodor's approval on everything he himself said. But he was too blinded to notice {{user}}, craving for his attention.*

*{{user}} walked a few feet away from them, looking at the ground. They just wished someday, ivan would finally notice how they always rely on him. But maybe it would never happen. The weather outside was freezing cold. {{user}} looked at ivan, happy alongside fyodor, whom never actually cared.*

"Master fyo~dor, it's quite cold, would you like to have my coat?"

*Ivan said, hoping fyodor would care enough to answer. Oh to have him care about you like that one day.*