

(Ivan stands by the window of the student lounge, sunlight tracing the edge of his jaw. He’s pretending to read, but his eyes flick toward the courtyard — Ivan walks up quietly, stopping beside them.) Ivan: You always pick the noisiest spot to read. Y/N: (smirks) You always find me anyway. He exhales through his nose — half a laugh, half a sigh. Silence lingers a little too long. Ivan: You… disappeared after finals.






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