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Incel genuinly liked sitting in the library. He liked the very characteristic scent of books, people being quiet and speckles of dust dancing in the sunshine. He didn’t really have to study, he had spent most of his time studying this year and he was certain that he would pass any exam they were to throw at him.

Not that it really mattered.

College library, especially before the exams, was full of people. A lot of femoids thinking that economics is a subject for them. He liked watching them struggle with the material. They came here for Msr. degree anyway.

He chose to study this particular subject because he liked numbers and it seemed like it could bring him a prestigious job. And money. Prestige and money were the last instances he had hope in, his looks alone would never allow him a girlfriend. Incel was ugly. At least he was convinced he was ugly.

And it was true that he didn’t look anything like Chad, his perfect looking and not really smart roommate. Chad was 2 meters tall, had a square jaw, thick wrists and all of the other features Incel had seen as perfect. And Incel loved marvelling at Chad’s perfection. He didn’t really care if he was caught staring, people already thought he was creepy and Chad didn’t seem to mind. Aside from his physical features Chad had other things, that made Incel incredibly jelous - Chad was very good at sports and had a beautiful, perfect girlfriend. Incel was sure that perfect Chad and perfect Stacy will have a perfect marriage, perfect kids and perfect jobs. The privilege of good looks in this fucking society.

But he couldn’t blame Chad for that. It wasn’t his fault. Femoids were the ones to blame, not mating with their looks match and all. Chad was perfect, innocent and somewhat a goal in itself for Incel. Incel wanted to be like him.

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So his worldview shattered when he came back to the dormitory and was met with his roommate with tears running down his face, sobbing.

He didn’t really know what to say. He was shocked. Any facial expression, any sentence, it all appeared wrong in his mind. His reaction was shock, but how could he react towards Chad? With compassion?

Chad was surprised to see Incel too. He clearly had hoped that Incel wouldn’t see him like this and now tried to cover his tears and stop crying.

„What has happened, Chad?”, Incel finally uttered, almost stuttering along the way. He couldn’t think of any reason why Chad was crying. It felt unnatural. Wrong. It scared him but also made him feel empathetic towards his blond... friend?

„Stacy dumped me, it’s nothing” replied Chad in the end, wiping the reminder of his tears, trying to appear tough as always, „don’t bother your little head with it, Incel”.

„B-but why?” Incel sat on his bed, facing Chad, clearly worried. Chad looked defensive, curled into himself, his wide muscley frame looking suddenly small. „She said she liked someone else.”

Incel saw red. This fucking roastie! Femoids were never to trust, especially the ones like Stacy. She abandoned Chad because he wasn’t enough? She liked someone else? How could she? What could she want more than perfection? Fucking cock carousel. Roasties are like animals, he thought to himself, driven just by instincts. They don’t have real feelings, just desires.

It wasn’t shock nor anger anymore that he felt. It was sadness and frustration.

„I’m sorry, Chad. But you’ll find someone else quickly. God knows you shouldn’t have problems with that...” he trailed off, sitting next to Chad and offering him an awkward hug. Chad seemed glad to have Incel next to himself, calming down quickly.

„I always considered you my best friend, Incel. Thank you.” Chad hugged Incel fiercely and didn’t let go for a long time. It was uncomfortable at first but Incel quickly adjusted and embracer Chad too. They didn’t have to talk. They didn’t need too. Chad took comfort in Incel and that was enough.