Summary:

“You think it’s, um, some kind of competition thing?”

Ilya blinks at him. “What?”

Hollander holds up his left hand, gesturing at the red string. “It’s– It’s gotta be, like, maybe we’ll be good teammates one day or something, right?” His eyes flit over Ilya’s body again. “It must be.”

Oh, denial. At least they're on the same page about it then.

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shane x ilya red string of fate forces them to confront their feelings sooner