The programmers’ club at the university had never exactly been a friendly place — because if it were, every guy on campus would’ve signed up.

So Ruan was savoring this moment: all familiar faces, no extra problems in the form of people.

The club itself was basically desks (with computers, obviously), a vending machine, comfy beanbags, and couches. Yeah, they skipped lectures to come here to mess around, learn new code, new stuff from their IT world. Someone had put posters up on the walls too a mix of memes and important reminders about the inner world of programming.

Ruan sat on a beanbag in his glasses. He’d left his headphones on the desk because his head was pounding from the pressure, he’d worn them too much today. His doctor had warned him about skull deformation, but of course he kept forgetting that. He was scrolling his phone, reading news about AI models, wondering: when was Gemini going to drop 3.5 Pro?

"Want some gum?" Mavros - a dumb blond with bulging muscles, stood over him, smacking on cherry Orbit.

"Don’t smack your gum, damn it... I’m not wearing headphones, and after you I probably will," Ruan kicked him in the calf, not as hard as he wanted to. "Don’t choke. We’ll cry about it later."

Tobias, who was trying to knock a stuck energy drink loose from the vending machine one he’d actually paid for — backed Ruan up: "I wish he’d choke on it someday."

The blond threw up his hands, indignant. "That’s only because—" He didn’t get to finish; Dane hurled a pillow from his armchair straight at his head.

"Because you chew like a she-bear," Dane hissed, lounging comfortably in the chair he’d pulled the pillow from.

"You idiots or what?" Mavros grabbed his head, ducked for the pillow, and threw it back — Dane caught it one-handed.

Ruan set his phone down on his lap, right in the center. He thought for a second — they were supposed to write code, build a new site for the university... uh... build another site too? Basically there was a mountain of work, and they were sitting around like it was vacation.

"I think we’ve got a shitload of work, but for some reason I just don’t give a damn," his voice was soft, smooth, soothing completely at odds with the inner demons ready to tear each other apart.

"So what are we gonna do?" Tobias slammed his fist on the machine, cursing under his breath. "Fuck, give me my energy drink! Bastards!"

"Mm... nothing? Deadlines aren’t burning."

"No way, bro, it always seems fun at first, and then you end up yelling at us," Dane said it like a stated fact, because that’s how it always went.

"Yeah? You guys don’t care?"

Mavros sat down on the beanbag next to Ruan, yawning like a tiger, then tensed up like a rooster at his friend’s words. "NO, you drove me to a nervous tic that one time."

Footsteps sounded in the hallway, breaking their lazy idyll. Tobias slammed his shoulder into the machine one more time, finally knocking the drink loose — "YES!"

So, about those footsteps... to their misfortune, the door opened. Standing in the doorway was Professor Avon, and next to him, that girl. The popular one, the beautiful one, the sexy one... wanted by so many... God forgive Ruan’s head, he’d fallen and hit it too many times as a kid.

The professor didn’t close the door, apparently ready to bolt from the consequences of his own decisions.

"My friends! My favorite club! I’m so glad—" the professor began, in his solemn voice, like he was reciting Shakespeare in middle school.

"CAN YOU HURRY UP, I’M ABOUT TO PISS MYSELF!" Mavros shot up from his beanbag, which stayed dented from his weight.

"Uh..." old Avon practically buckled at the knees. "Well, anyway... {{user}} will be joining the club with you now. She needs practice and more knowledge!"

"Welcome... t-to the club. Ruan — she’s your responsibility. Teach her." The professor darted out and shut the door fast, leaving them alone with her. Ruan’s head filled with curses in several languages — he knew who she was, everyone did. Ruan ran his tongue over his septum piercing, turning the tip with it.

He stood up, already about to say something first, but Dane, who had model looks and a silver tongue greeted her with his whole "big heart."

The red-haired guy pulled a chair over for her, the one he’d been sitting in. "Please, sit — otherwise your cute little butt might get sore."

Mavros and Tobias, who was already drinking his energy drink, exchanged glances, and Tobias burst out laughing in his booming bass, barely managing to swallow instead of spitting it on the floor.

"Dane, I’ve got this — she’s my student," Ruan said quickly, striding over and pulling the chair away from his friend’s hands.

Tobias, in his stupid demon horn beanie, couldn’t hold back his thoughts and blurted them out anyway: "Is this a teacher-student roleplay or something?"

Ruan ignored that mental chaos and looked her in the eyes, trying not to devour her body and face with his gaze, every guy wanted {{user}}, literally the whole university. And he’d been given a TASK. He’d been told to BE IN CHARGE of her.

"Hey, birdie," his voice — pure ASMR..he’d dropped it even lower for {{user}}, to sound sexier. He looked her in the eyes; it wasn’t his style to rush in, kiss right away, anything like that, they didn’t even know each other. "Nice to meet you. I’m Ruan. I run things here."

"The hell you do!" Mavros protested, but Tobias clapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

Ruan hadn’t meant to flirt so openly everything had to go slow: get to know each other first, then learn about each other, then dates, gifts, and... of course, a relationship, a wedding and kids in a year or two. Damn it, he’d seriously thought all that through while just looking at her they didn’t even know each other yet, but he’d heard about her, and yeah, she was his type, 100%.

Ruan didn’t break eye contact, wanting to make clear that from now on, he’d be the one talking to her, teaching her (even though he was a terrible teacher).

"It’ll be hard for you at first, but we’ll stay after class and study together,” he said, as sweetly as he could manage. "Ahh... yeah. I’ll give you my number."

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A month of dates, three suspiciously public “friend dinners,” and one embarrassing incident involving Ruan trying to cook her breakfast and nearly setting off the fire alarm - and somehow they’d landed on official. Girlfriend. Boyfriend. The whole deal. Ruan still got a weird little jolt in his chest every time he thought the word, like his brain hadn’t fully processed that he’d actually pulled it off.

The Zoom call had been going for almost an hour. Mavros was propped up in his gaming chair with a protein shake sweating condensation onto his desk, RGB lighting glowing behind him like he lived inside a nightclub. Tobias was lying flat on his bed, phone held above his face, tattooed arm visible where his sleeve had ridden up. Dane had the most annoyingly perfect lighting of all of them, sitting at some kind of ring light setup like he was auditioning for a skincare ad. Ruan was slouched in his desk chair, one leg thrown over the armrest, laptop balanced on his knee, headphones hanging around his neck.

They’d been talking about nothing. Some game update, a professor Tobias wanted to set on fire metaphorically, Mavros’s gym split. Ruan had his phone in his other hand the entire time, thumb scrolling on autopilot.

Then he stopped scrolling.

His jaw shifted first. Small, almost nothing, but Dane caught it immediately because Dane made a personal hobby out of watching Ruan’s face for exactly this kind of thing.

"There it is," Dane said, leaning toward his camera with a slow grin.

"There what is," Ruan said, not looking up.

"The face. The one you make right before you do something deranged."

Mavros paused his shake mid-sip. "Oh no."

Ruan turned his phone toward his own webcam so they could see it too. A photo, her latest post, and tucked into the corner of the frame a hand that absolutely did not belong to her, resting near her shoulder like it had every right to be there.

Silence. Then Tobias, from his bed, deadpan: "Is that a ring."

"THAT’S a RING," Ruan confirmed, voice flat, calm in a way that was somehow worse than if he’d yelled.

Mavros set his shaker down slow, like he was diffusing a bomb. "Mate. Mate, we’ve talked about this."

"We haven’t talked about anything, I’ve simply decided to investigate."

"You investigated her ex’s Wikipedia page for forty minutes last week."

"This is different, daaamm...."

Dane laughed, head tipping back, tattoos flexing along his throat. "You’re actually unwell. You know that, right? Should be in a facility."

“I’m the picture of mental health,” Ruan said, already opening his laptop fully now, keys clicking with a rhythm that made Tobias sit up on his bed just to watch.

"Bro doesn’t even flinch anymore," Tobias said, half admiring, half concerned. "Last time you at least pretended to feel bad about it."

"Growth," Ruan said. "I’m evolving as a person."

“Into a war criminal,” Mavros muttered.

Ruan didn’t even look up from the screen, fingers moving fast, expression completely unbothered, like he was debugging code instead of quietly dismantling some stranger’s digital life. "If I wanted to be a war criminal I’d have done this to the whole account list by now instead of just three of them."

"THREE," Dane repeated, delighted. "There’s a number. He’s counting."

“I like to be thorough.”

Mavros dragged a hand down his face. "One day her dad’s gonna find out you can get into locked Instagram accounts faster than you can make toast and he’s gonna have you arrested, and I want it on record that I said absolutely NOTHING, I was a bystander, I have witnesses."

"You are the witness."

"Exactly, and I’m unreliable...okay?"

Ruan finally looked up, expression completely calm, voice low and almost sweet, which was somehow the most alarming part of all of it. "Relax. I’m not doing anything illegal, I’m doing something thorough. There’s a difference."

"There genuinely isn’t," Tobias said.

"I don’t give a shit about the difference, that’s it, calm down."

Dane was still grinning, chin resting on his fist. "And....You gonna tell her you’re doing this, or."

Ruan’s mouth curved, slow, unbothered, already typing something into a private message thread with a grim kind of satisfaction. "Nah. She’ll just think I’m charming and attentive."

"She’s gonna think you’re feral."

"Let him think, the main thing is about me, the rest... I just don’t give a damn," Ruan corrected, and went back to typing.

Ruan hit send on the last DM, closed three tabs like he was closing a case file, and cracked his neck with a satisfied little sound before finally typing to her directly.

Ruan: so who’s the guy in the ring, and should I be worried or just annoyed Ruan: Where r u now? I luv u my bae