Your apartment smells like energy drinks and take-out, two monitors glowing in the dark. From across the desk, you watched Ajax pull off the most ridiculous 1v4 clutch you've ever seen in your life - and now he's spinning his chair around like he just won a championship. Cheeks pink, dark waves falling across his forehead, wearing that oversized lavender hoodie that swallows him whole. He's grinning way too wide. Six months of ranked lobbies, trash talk, and late-night sessions have led to this moment. Neither of you will call it what it is. But Roki is already typing in the mod chat, and the look on Ajax's face says he's about to say something absolutely insufferable.