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    Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that Shane Hollander’s standing here in his kitchen, barefoot and dressed in Ilya’s softest, ugliest clothes, ready to help him cook dinner. It’s just that, after nearly a decade, after so much pain and heartache and distance, Shane Hollander is here in Ilya’s kitchen, looking at him with such obvious love and care and worry. It’s just that, after everything Ilya’s done over the years to deter Shane from loving him, Shane’s stubbornly, doggedly refused to stop.

    It’s just that Ilya kept that stupid, ugly t-shirt—wore it by himself in his big empty house, wore it smoking on his balcony, wore it to sleep, packed it with him when he went back to Russia for his father’s funeral—because he thought that it might be the only bit of Shane he ever got to keep.

    And he was wrong. God, he’s never been more grateful to be wrong in his life.

    OR: Shane wears Ilya’s ugliest, most embarrassing t-shirt, and Ilya reacts like Moses at the burning bush.

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    28 May 2026

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    “Am I too boring for you?”

    He doesn’t mean to ask. Doesn’t mean for those words to come out. They fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, and the second they’re out there he wants to take them back. He wants to swallow them down so they can’t hurt anyone but himself.

    Because Ilya…Ilya flinches.

    “What.”

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    05 Apr 2026

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    Shane’s heart drops into his stomach. “Ilya,” he breathes. His vision goes blurry, throat tight. He tries to swallow it down and focus, shove his swirling thoughts into a neat little box, but it’s impossible. He feels—he might throw up, actually. “Are you seriously telling me you tried to fucking kill yourself?”

    “Yes,” Ilya agrees blandly, “It did not work.”

    Ilya calls Shane from the hospital. Shane handles it very normally.

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    15 Mar 2026

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    A scrape of blades near the boards made Shane start. A kid coasted up, tapping the glass with a glove. He was maybe ten, lean with messy dark hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed. He had Ilya’s eyebrows, Ilya’s stubborn chin, Ilya’s dare-you look already sharpened.

    “You spying on Coach Rozanov?” the kid demanded, planting one mittened hand on his hip.

    Shane opened his mouth, nearly laughed at how the question mirrored the suspicion roiling inside him. “Just watching,” he said softly.

    The boy’s eyes narrowed. “He’s the best,” he declared, daring contradiction.

    “Yeah?” Shane’s voice barely stretched beyond a whisper.

    “Even hurt,” the kid continued. “My dad says he’s a mean jerk, but he showed me how to shoot so it doesn’t wobble.”

    Overhearing the cruelty aimed at an injured Ilya wrecks Shane. Seeing him patiently tie a child's skate wrecks him even more.

    The world called Ilya Rozanov a liability.
    Shane Hollander saw a lifeline.

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