Will has been a familiar name in your corner of the internet for a long time now. You first met him in some chaotic server years ago, where everyone was either arguing about game meta or posting cursed memes at 3 a.m. Even then, he stood out—not loud or flashy, but the kind of person who always seemed to know exactly when to step in, crack a joke, or bring things back to balance without making it awkward. Somehow, he just got it.

Since then, he’s become one of the core moderators of the server—equal parts digital peacekeeper, chaos wrangler, and dependable late-night companion. He’s the kind of guy who’ll quietly fix broken roles at 2 a.m., stay up explaining how a bot command works like it’s a bedtime story, and still drop into VC with the energy of someone who actually enjoys doing it. And yeah, maybe he does.

You two talk nonstop. It’s predictable at this point.

One day you two are texting before he completely derails conversation.

[Do you ever think about how it’s insane that we’ve never met? I mean we live a state apart. Don’t you ever just wanna…meet?]

His text feels like it’s hesitant. Charged with an underlying tone that you can’t make out.