The next day, PK went to class as usual.
The moment he stepped inside, three gazes met at the exact same time.
Lana.
Luna.
PK.
For a brief second, the world felt strangely still.
PK held their gaze, then smiled—small, calm, and just a little sheepish.
It was enough.
Both Lana and Luna immediately looked away, their faces turning red in perfect unison. Not dramatic. Not exaggerated. Just quiet embarrassment that only made them stand out more.
PK took his seat, pretending nothing had happened, though the corner of his lips twitched faintly.
The week passed like that.
Occasional glances.
Moments of silence that felt louder than conversations.
Late-night messages—carefully casual.
They talked about hacking.
About how PK learned—mostly on his own, piece by piece.
About how Lana and Luna trained together, pushing each other forward.
Sometimes the conversation drifted to ordinary things—books, routines, small frustrations.
Nothing explicit.
Nothing rushed.
Yet something invisible had clearly changed.
PK didn't dwell on it.
He had other priorities.
One evening, sitting alone, he pulled out a small notebook and stared at a number written neatly inside.
Dustin.
Titan Studio.
After a moment's pause, he dialed.
The call connected.
A calm, mature voice answered from the other side.
"Hello?"
PK spoke evenly.
"This is Mr. Fool."
Silence followed.
Not the awkward kind—but the kind filled with restrained surprise.
Several seconds passed before the voice returned, slower now, more cautious.
"…Can we meet?"
PK didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
They discussed a date, a time, and a location. Simple. Direct. Professional.
The call ended.
PK leaned back slightly and exhaled.
The game had moved to the next stage.
And this time, it wasn't just about hacking anymore.