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    The knock at his door comes about five minutes after Shane gets home, three minutes after Shane pees on the stupid sticks, one minute after Shane looks at the fucking pink plus signs, and about thirty seconds after tears spring to his eyes.

    Shane Hollander, professional hockey player and captain of the Montreal Metros, has a bun in the fucking oven.

    Or Shane and Ilya's enemies-with-benefits arrangement has some unintended consequences.

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    Shane Hollander was a man defined by rigor. By structure. By the elegant logic of a system mastered through sheer, unyielding effort. He spoke seven languages, not because they came naturally—though French and English had been a delightful exception—but because he pursued fluency like a grand, intellectual hunt.

    He, however, was failing Russian 301, and the solution was an enforced, peer-led intervention. His required tutor was a junior who knew the language “by osmosis”, and who, Shane knew from the university bulletin and an unfortunate run-in near the campus gym, belonged to the most obnoxious caste on campus: the frat star athletes.

    Ilya fucking Rozanov.

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    “Yes. I went back to my dorm and answered your boring homework about L’Hopital’s Rule.” Ilya chirped, his usual smirk finding its way back to his face, and Shane couldn't help but reciprocate.

    “Fuck off. They're not boring. It's to help you.”

    “Yes, they helped me fall asleep fast, like a baby.” Ilya continued to tease him more, and Shane shoved him playfully.

    Shane wanted to beat himself for being so easy against Ilya Rozanov. No matter how hard he tries to repress his feelings, just a smile from Ilya and he's already crumbling.

    or a hollanov AU where shane becomes ilya's math tutor

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