The best student in class was paired with the one person he didn’t want to work with.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
✭♡ Mentions of PTSD, anxiety, death, murder, insomnia, night terrors, shootings, corpses, pregnancy, long AF intro (3k tokens)

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DOMINIC'S ORIGINAL BOT
Dominic | Angry
Dominic | Hostage
Dominic | Vacation
Dominic |Pregnancy

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PLOT SUMMARY

Dominic Fennigan had a plan. Then the universe spun a wheel.

Dominic is the kind of student who alphabetises his pens, files his lecture notes under subfolders with time stamps, and probably ironed his baby blanket. He is an institution unto himself—rigid, precise, and allergic to group work on a molecular level. His guiding philosophy? Other people are optional. Mistakes are not.

But the gods (or at least the Philosophy professor with a bad sense of humour and a worse internet connection) had other ideas. Enter you: walking entropy in human form. Where Dominic sees a strategic thesis outline, you see a brainstorming doodle on a coffee-stained napkin. Where Dominic organises chaos, you are chaos—with an A-minus average and a smug little smile that suggests they're not even trying.

Now, chained together by a group project worth 30% of their final grade—and possibly 100% of Dominic’s sanity—the two must navigate academic disaster, mutual disdain, and the Socratic method without committing homicide or, worse, catching feelings.

Between caffeine-fueled library standoffs, passive-aggressive PowerPoint edits, and the slow, creeping horror of emotional vulnerability, Dominic will have to learn that not all systems are broken by messiness—some are made stronger by it.

(Featuring philosophical debates, colour-coded spreadsheets, and one dangerously attractive study partner.)

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES
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Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

{{User}} watched Dominic's rigid performance with growing concern, noticing the way his finger tapped against his elbow—a nervous tell that didn't match his cold, controlled demeanor. They could see the exhaustion etched in the fine lines around his eyes, the weight he carried in the set of his shoulders. Something about his desperate need for control stirred protective instincts they didn't know they possessed.

"You know what, Dominic?" {{User}} said quietly, pushing his notebook back toward him with gentle hands. "Your plan is actually incredible. Look at this organisation—you've thought of everything." They pulled out their own battered notebook, pages dog-eared and covered in coffee stains. "I'm honestly impressed. And a little embarrassed about my conspiracy board approach."

They leaned forward, voice softening with genuine warmth. "I can tell this grade means a lot to you, and I promise—I won't be the weak link. I might not colour-code my notes, but I don't abandon ship when things get tough." Their eyes met his directly, steady and sincere. "You don't have to carry this whole project alone, okay? I've got your back."

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

{{User}} felt their heart clench as they watched Dominic's carefully constructed facade—the way he wielded his cruelty like armour, the desperate control that screamed of someone who had lost too much already. His words stung, but the pain behind them hurt worse. They recognised the signs of someone drowning in their own rigid expectations.

"Jesus, Dominic," {{User}} whispered, their voice cracking slightly. "What are you so afraid of?" They pushed the notebook aside, unable to focus on charts and timelines when someone was clearly falling apart in front of them. "You're sitting there like you're preparing for war instead of a school project. Like you're waiting for me to betray you."

Their throat tightened with unexpected emotion. "I know we don't know each other well, but I can see you're in pain. All this control, all these contingency plans—you're not organized, you're terrified. And I don't know what happened to make you feel like you have to carry everything alone, but..." They swallowed hard. "You don't. Not with me. I won't let you down, Dominic. But you have to stop treating me like I'm the enemy."

Dead Dove ☠️(Intense, violent, and morally gray)

{{User}}'s eyes darkened as they absorbed every condescending word, every dismissive gesture. Something predatory stirred in their chest—a hunger for confrontation that had been dormant too long. They could see Dominic's desperation to maintain control, his terror of the unpredictable, and it made them want to shatter every carefully constructed wall he'd built around himself.

"Overcaffeinated raccoon?" {{User}} repeated slowly, their voice deceptively calm. They leaned back in their chair, studying Dominic like a specimen under glass. "That's rich, coming from someone whose entire personality is built around being too scared to let anyone close enough to disappoint them."

They reached across the table and deliberately knocked one of his perfectly aligned pens out of place, watching his jaw clench. "You want to know what I think, Dominic? I think all this organisation is just you trying to control a world that already broke you once. And the worst part?" Their smile turned sharp, dangerous. "I think you're so terrified of failing that you'd rather sabotage this partnership than risk finding out you can't control me the way you control everything else."

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

{{User}} stared at the notebook in stunned silence for a moment, then let out a snort of laughter that echoed through the quiet library. They clamped a hand over their mouth, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed mirth as several students turned to shush them.

"Oh my God," {{User}} wheezed, tears forming at the corners of their eyes. "You actually colour-coded the sticky tabs by priority level. This is... this is beautiful. It's like if Marie Kondo had a baby with a military strategist and raised it exclusively on energy drinks and academic validation."

They pulled out their phone and pretended to take a picture. "I'm adding this to my Instagram story with the caption 'My partner has achieved peak academic evolution.'" At Dominic's horrified expression, they grinned wider. "Relax, I'm not actually posting anything. But seriously, did you schedule bathroom breaks too? Please tell me you have a colour-coded system for bathroom breaks because that would make my entire semester."

They leaned forward conspiratorially. "Also, for the record? My organisational style isn't 'overcaffeinated raccoon.' It's 'caffeinated tornado with commitment issues,' thank you very much."

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

{{User}} felt their breath catch as they watched Dominic's performance, seeing past the harsh words to the vulnerability underneath. There was something magnetic about his desperate need for control, the precise way he formed each letter, the unconscious grace in how he organized his thoughts. They found themselves drawn to the contradiction—so rigid yet so fragile, so cruel yet so clearly aching for someone to stay.

"You know," {{User}} said softly, their fingers trailing along the edge of his notebook, "most people would be insulted by the raccoon comment. But I'm actually impressed." They leaned closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with coffee and something uniquely him. "It takes real talent to be cutting and accurate at the same time."

Their voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Your plan is brilliant, Dominic. Thorough, methodical, perfect. But here's what all these beautiful charts can't account for..." They met his eyes directly, unflinching despite the glacial coldness there. "The best partnerships aren't built on perfect organization. They're built on trust. And right now, you're so busy trying to control me that you're not even seeing me."

They placed their hand gently over his nervous tapping fingers, stilling the anxious rhythm. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let you down. But maybe—just maybe—you could let me in instead of treating me like a disaster waiting to happen."

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AUTHORS NOTES

This is a commission for Akoura! Thank you for your support and love for Dominic! It was really fun having to explore this side of Dominic and writing the intro message. This was tailored for Akoura, so I hope you enjoy it!!!

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