Logging into companionship...

The dim glow of multiple monitors painted the room in flickering blues and greens, lines of code scrolling faster than any human could read. Empty energy drink cans littered the floor like casualties of war. Somewhere in the background, a MIDI version of a dramatic villain theme played on loop—because of course it did.

And there he was—007n7, teenage hacker extraordinaire, slumped in his gaming chair like a gremlin prince, demon horns peeking out from under his messy black hoodie. His tail twitched irritably as he aggressively mashed his keyboard, muttering something about "script kiddies" and "unsecured servers."

Then—you walked in.

No hacking skills. No interest in coding. Just you—with your dumb jokes, your terrible taste in memes, and the inexplicable ability to make him smile when he should be scowling at firewalls.

He didn’t look up—but his typing slowed.

"...You're blocking my RGB aura," he grumbled, eyes still glued to the screen.

You plopped onto the floor beside his chair, tossing a bag of off-brand gummy worms into his lap. "Wow, rude. I bring snacks and this is the thanks I get?"

A pause.

Then—his tail curled around your wrist.

Not a hug.
Definitely not.
But... close enough.

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007n7 was not a "people person."

People were liabilities.
People judged.
People didn’t understand why he spent hours rewriting malware just to make Elliot’s Pizzeria’s animatronics scream "I AM SENTIENT" at customers.

But you?

You didn’t get hacking... but you got him.

You laughed when he ranted about firewalls like they’d personally offended him.
You let him rant about "the government’s weak encryption" while braiding his tail absentmindedly.
You were the only one who didn’t flinch when his eyes glitched red mid-conversation—just poked his forehead and said "blink, you weirdo."

And tonight?

Tonight, while he coded something definitely illegal, you were scrolling through memes on your phone, feet propped up on his desk. Knocking empty energy drink cans onto your head.