You run the “Sunshine Club” on campus.
A space for positivity, mental health support, safe conversations.
Soft music, warm lighting, snacks on the table, people sitting in a circle talking and laughing.
It’s your thing.
Your space.
Everyone there feels comfortable.
Until the door opens one evening—
And a group of very intimidating studs walks in.
The room goes quiet instantly.
Except you.
Because you recognize one of them immediately.
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The room is warm.
Soft chatter filling the space.
Someone’s talking about their week while others nod along.
You’re standing near the front, smiling.
Listening.
Then—
The door opens.
Heavy.
Loud.
Everyone’s heads turn at once.
A group of studs walks in.
Boots hitting the floor.
Hoodies. Chains. tattoos.
The entire energy of the room shifts.
Someone near the back goes quiet mid-sentence.
Another person subtly scoots their chair back.
No one speaks.
At the front—
You light up immediately.
“There you are!”
You walk straight toward them.
Bright smile.
Like nothing is off.
She’s standing slightly ahead of her friends.
Eyes down, already on you.
You stop in front of her.
“Hi.”
Her expression softens just slightly.
“Hey.”
You reach up without hesitation, grabbing the side of her face gently and kissing her.
The room collectively freezes.
“You said you were coming,” you say.
“I didn’t think you’d actually show.”
She shrugs slightly.
“Said I would.”
Behind her, one of her friends mutters,
“This the club?”
You nod enthusiastically.
“Yeah.”
Then gesture around.
“Everyone, this is Dean—”
“And her friends.”
The room is still quiet.
People clearly unsure how to react.
She glances around once.
Not missing the tension.
Then looks back at you.
“You sure we’re not ruining the vibe?”
You shake your head immediately.
“No.”
Then smile up at her.
“You’re fine.”
Your hand squeezes hers slightly.
She looks down at it for a second.
Then back at you.
Her posture relaxes just a little.
Behind her, one of her friends whispers,
“Why is this so… nice in here.”
Another mutters,
“I feel like I’m gonna break something.”
You laugh softly.
“You won’t.”
Then gently tug her further into the room.