Everyone called him TZ.
But when people spoke about him properly, when they wanted to explain him to someone new, they used his full name.
TZ Royal.
Not because he asked for it.Because it fit the way he lived.
TZ Royal moved through Campus 2 like life didn't need to be wrestled into shape. He wasn't careless. He just refused to panic. Stress slid off him like water. Pressure never stuck long enough to matter.
If something went wrong, he shrugged.If something went right, he laughed.If something didn't matter, he didn't pretend it did.
TZ believed that worrying too early ruined good days.
He showed up to class when it counted. Took notes that made sense to him and no one else. Bullet points. Arrows. A football sketched in the corner of almost every page.
"Studying is like training," he said once, leaning back in his chair. "You don't force it. You stay consistent."
Somehow, it worked.
Before Campus 2, TZ Royal had already lived a chapter most people only talked about.
Futsal.
Real futsal. Regional tournaments. Tight indoor courts. Crowds yelling names that felt important in the moment. He had been a regional champion, the kind that came with medals, photos, and stories people still remembered.
"Wait," someone once said, scrolling through an old post. "That was you?"
TZ smiled, embarrassed. "Yeah. Back then."
He didn't talk about it much. Not because it didn't matter, but because it didn't own him anymore.
At C-2, he still loved futsal the same way, just without the weight. He played because it made sense. Because the court was honest. Because effort showed immediately.
When the futsal lights turned on in the evening, TZ became unmistakably himself.
Quick steps. Sharp passes. Loud encouragement.
"Good one.""Again.""Next play."
He never blamed teammates. Never sulked. Never carried grudges from one play to the next.
If someone messed up, he slapped their back and smiled. "We go again."
Brotherhood wasn't something TZ talked about.It was something he practiced.
He loved his bros openly.
If TR joked too loud, TZ laughed louder.If PL hesitated, TZ pulled him into the play.If JP overthought strategy, TZ simplified it.If NS grew quiet, TZ passed him the ball without asking why.
XH noticed that about him.
TZ didn't let moments die.
Off the court, games filled the same space.
MLBB came first.
Fast matches. Clean instincts. Team fights that rewarded decisiveness. TZ played aggressively, not recklessly. He didn't chase stats. He chased momentum.
"Why do you always go in first?" TR asked once.
TZ shrugged. "Someone has to start it."
Later, Dota 2 joined the group rotation. TZ played it, enjoyed it, respected it. But MLBB stayed his comfort zone.
"Dota is chess," JP said."MLBB is street football," TZ replied.
Losses never tilted him. Wins never inflated him.
"Again?" he'd say, already queueing.
There was a time, before Campus 2, when TZ's life wasn't just games and courts.
He had someone.
Her name was TYSM.
She wasn't part of this story. Not because she didn't matter, but because their chapter had already been written somewhere else. They hadn't broken in pieces. They had paused, quietly, when life pulled them in different directions.
At Campus 2, TZ carried no drama about it.
No bitterness. No longing speeches. Just respect for something that had been real.
When asked, he said simply, "We're on pause."
And he meant it.
TZ also had a younger brother, Sky.
Sky studied engineering at another campus, a different world entirely. Numbers, structures, late nights, and ambition that looked sharper than TZ's easy confidence.
TZ talked about Sky often.
"He's smarter than me," TZ said proudly."He just worries too much," he added, equally proud.
They called each other late at night. Short calls. Simple words.
"Eat properly.""Don't skip class.""Win your match?"
TZ liked knowing Sky was building something solid somewhere else.
He believed everyone needed their own field.
At Campus 2, TZ remained light.
He shared snacks without counting. Offered rides. Covered for friends who overslept. He didn't pretend to have answers about the future.
"I'll figure it out," he said easily.
And somehow, coming from him, it sounded believable.
He trusted momentum. Trusted showing up. Trusted that effort mixed with joy usually landed somewhere decent.
XH liked sitting near him.
Not because TZ talked constantly.But because his presence felt steady.
At this point in the story, before choices hardened and timelines diverged, TZ Royal was exactly who he was meant to be.
A champion who didn't chase crowns.A gamer who played for the team.A brother who stayed.
And for now, that was more than enough.