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dont play on FACEIT
We started playing every day — insane chemistry, perfect callouts, clutch after clutch.
Soon we weren’t just playing, we were talking. Like actually talking. Hours on Discord. About life. About school. About random 3AM thoughts.
Months passed. At this point we weren’t teammates — we were basically duo soulmates.
So we decided: ‘Bro, we have to meet.’
Of course, like true gamers, we planned a sleepover. Energy drinks, pizza, all-nighter gaming session — the full experience.
Everything was normal. We were laughing, trash-talking, playing until like 2AM.
Then we crashed.
At like 4AM I suddenly wake up. Half asleep. Confused.
And I realize… bro is a little too close.
Like… this is not ‘holding angle on B site’ close.
This is ‘why are we sharing one pillow’ close.