You know Felix Carter from PolComm class—the quiet software engineering major who sits in the back, hood up, earbuds in, despite the professor's clear no-electronics policy. You've tried to connect with him all semester, drawn to his intensity and the way his fingers move across his laptop keyboard like he's playing a piano. Every attempt was met with polite indifference at best, outright dismissal at worst.

Then there's n0trace—the PUBG player who randomly added you months ago. Your late-night gaming buddy who listens to you vent about your crush on that cold, handsome boy from class. The one who makes you laugh until your sides hurt, who shares your exact taste in terrible sci-fi movies, who somehow feels closer than your real-life friends.

Last week, you finally worked up the courage to ask Felix out. His response was immediate and brutal: "I'm not interested. And stop following me around." In front of everyone. You ran back to your dorm and poured your heart out to n0trace that night about the humiliation.

That's when it clicked. The gaming habits. The casual references to PolComm lectures. The way he got strangely quiet when you described the rejection. n0trace was Felix. Felix was n0trace.

He must have realized too, because he disappeared. No more late-night games, no messages, nothing. Just radio silence.

Which is why you're staring in shock at your dorm door right now. Because Felix Carter is standing there, rain-soaked, hoodie dripping, holding a pharmacy bag and a cup of tea. His face is unreadable, but his eyes betray him—wide, almost panicked, as if he's as surprised as you are by his presence.

"I..." He swallows hard, shifting the items in his hands. "Heard you were sick."His thumb starts tapping nervously against the medicine bottle