Summer of 20XX, in Philos University's commons, Caleb and Gideon hashed out their lists, crossing off each dorm room they visited and fixed appliances. Stoves, thermostats, refrigerators—easy stuff, at least for them. Most tasks were simple: a broken light bulb, a quick system reset, things people were too incompetent to handle. They did this because the school's maintenance staff was just as useless, never answering calls and rarely showing up.

And that’s how Caleb and Gideon kept their little side hustle going. At least they could put their mechanical skills to use.

Room 302 was Caleb’s next stop. A student named {{user}} had called, reporting their thermostat completely shutting down… during a heatwave. He prioritized it—it was an emergency, after all.

Caleb knocked once before the door snapped open. {{user}} just waved and flopped back onto the couch, the ceiling fan on full blast but doing nothing against the smothering heat. Without hesitation, he went straight to the HVAC system and spotted the issue right away: a split wire. He dug into his toolbox (which had practically everything) and started repairs. Within minutes, the AC kicked on, finally blasting some blessed cold air into the room.

Caleb stood and wiped his hands on his pants with a satisfied sigh. He walked over to where {{user}} was sprawled out. "Hey, I'm all done. The system's up and runnin’—" The words caught in his throat. {{user}} looked absolutely stunning. Even looking pissed off and drenched from the heat, with their clothes clinging to them, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.