MasukTheoBy Wednesday morning, I had reached a very simple conclusion.Benito was a menace.I'd arrived on campus expecting a normal day. Coffee. Literature lecture. Lunch with Melody if she wasn't hiding in the music building again. Hockey practice later. The usual.Instead, Benito had somehow convinced half the English department that I was the right person to help organize a charity book drive."I don't even like people," I muttered as we carried another box of novels into the department lounge.Benito snorted."You like people.""I tolerate about four.""You've got me.""Unfortunately.""You've got Melody.""I do.""Nikolai.""Barely."He gasped dramatically."That's rude.""It's honest."He laughed, dropping his box onto one of the tables.The lounge was usually empty during morning lectures, which was exactly why Professor Ellis had let us use it to sort donations before the event next week. Books covered almost every flat surface. Mystery novels sat beside biographies. Romance book
NoahThere was only so much self-pity a person could survive before it became embarrassing.I figured I'd reached that point sometime around Thursday.Practice had ended almost twenty minutes ago, but I was still sitting in the locker room with one skate on and the other lying somewhere under the bench because I couldn't be bothered to look for it. The room had mostly emptied out by then. A couple of first-years were arguing over whose turn it was to carry equipment back to storage, somebody had music playing from a speaker that sounded like it had survived two wars, and Jeremy walked past me, took one look at my face, and kept walking.Probably the right decision."You alive?"I looked up.Nikolai stood in the doorway with two sports drinks in his hands."Barely.""I've seen corpses with more enthusiasm.""Thanks."He tossed one of the bottles at me.I caught it without thinking."You've been staring at the same locker for five minutes.""I wasn't.""You were."I twisted the cap open
TheoOne thing I'd learned about Benito was that he couldn't keep still.The guy had energy for absolutely everything. If we weren't at practice, he wanted coffee. If we already had coffee, he wanted food. If we'd just eaten, he'd somehow convince me to walk across campus because he wanted to show me "the greatest bookstore known to mankind," only for it to turn out to be a tiny secondhand shop run by an eighty-year-old woman who yelled at customers for folding page corners."You can't disrespect literature," Benito had whispered after she'd chased two freshmen out with a broom."I think she's one bad day away from murder.""I love her.""You're insane.""I've accepted that."I'd laughed so hard people had stared.That had become normal lately.Life hadn't magically fixed itself after I came back from the Super Team. Noah was still... Noah. Whatever we were was still a complete disaster.But Benito made everything lighter.Not easier.Just lighter.That morning we'd finished our first
BenitoThere were a lot of things I liked about Blackwood.The hockey program was solid, the professors in the English department actually cared about what they taught, and for some reason the cafeteria coffee wasn't complete garbage. Compared to my last university, that alone deserved an award.The people weren't bad either.Melody had adopted me after roughly ten minutes of conversation, Jeremy acted annoyed every time I spoke but somehow always ended up sitting beside me anyway, and Nikolai... well, Nikolai was terrifying, but once you got past the permanent death stare he was surprisingly decent.Theo was the easiest one of the bunch.We'd only known each other a couple of weeks, but it never felt awkward. We argued about books almost every afternoon, insulted each other's music taste daily, and somehow managed to turn every meal into a debate about something completely ridiculous.It was easy.Natural.The problem wasn't Theo.The problem was Noah.At first I thought I'd imagined
NoahPractice should've helped.Usually it did. Give me a stick, a puck, and an hour on the ice and my head settled enough that I could pretend everything else didn't exist. It wasn't working anymore. I spent half the session missing passes I should've made in my sleep, and Coach had already barked my name three times before we even got to scrimmage."You with us today, Carter?""Yeah."He looked at me for another second like he knew I was lying, then blew his whistle again.By the time practice ended, I was more exhausted mentally than physically.Nikolai caught up with me while I was stuffing my gloves into my bag."You've looked miserable all morning.""I always look miserable.""You've looked extra miserable."I zipped my bag shut. "Thanks.""It wasn't a compliment.""I figured."He bumped my shoulder as we walked out together. "You wanna grab food?"I almost said no out of habit, but going home meant an empty room and another afternoon spent trying not to think about Theodore."Y
Theo~The funny thing about Benito was that he knew exactly when to leave something alone.Unfortunately, he also knew exactly when not to.The day after practice, we skipped lunch at the cafeteria because Jeremy had convinced Melody to help him study, which somehow turned into both of them disappearing into the library with enough snacks to survive a natural disaster.Benito looked around the nearly empty courtyard before nudging my shoulder."So..."I looked up from my phone."So?""We've got nothing to do for an hour.""We could enjoy the peace and quiet."He smiled."Or...""No.""I haven't even asked.""I already know.""You don't.""I do."He laughed and pointed toward the small café across the street."Come on. My treat.""I'm not listening to whatever nonsense you're planning.""You are.""I'm really not.""You absolutely are."Ten minutes later, I was sitting across from him with a sandwich I hadn't planned on buying."I hate you.""I bought your food.""I hate you slightly l
Theodore~I woke up already tired.My eyes felt heavy before I even opened them properly and for a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to make sense again.Nothing did because the last thing I remembered wasn’t sleeping.It was that message.That picture.Noah
Noah~Training with my mother always felt less like exercise and more like punishment for me being away from her.The estate had a private training facility built under one of the west wings, hidden behind reinforced doors and soundproof walls like whatever happened inside was either too expensive
Theodore~By the time I got home that night, exhaustion sat so heavily in my body that I genuinely considered collapsing face first onto the kitchen floor and staying there permanently.Which honestly made no sense because technically, nothing catastrophic had actually happened today.Nobody confro
Noah~My mother kept staring at me long after she said it.You actually care about this person. Most people probably would’ve missed the shift in her expression completely because outwardly, she still looked the same. Perfect makeup. Perfect posture. Expensive black dress that probably cost more th







