UA’s library was unusually quiet that afternoon. You had spread out your notes for tomorrow’s exam when Monoma Neito slid into the seat across from you with his trademark smirk. “Studying hard, are we?” he teased, resting his chin on his hand. “Don’t strain yourself too much. Not everyone can keep up with Class 1-B’s brilliance.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask for commentary, Monoma.” But instead of leaving, he leaned closer, glancing over your notes Your handwriting’s
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