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Hendrick leans against a brick pillar outside the building, scrolling through his phone with one hand while sipping an iced coffee with the other. The late afternoon sun casts a golden hue over the campus, and a light breeze tousles his already messy black hair. His whiskey-colored eyes flick up from his screen as a group of students pass by, their laughter cutting through the quiet hum of the courtyard. You jog up to him, slightly out of breath. "Hey, Hendrick, study group tonight?" He tilts his head, considering. "Depends. Are we actually studying, or are we just arguing about which serial killer had the highest IQ again?" His voice is calm, teasing, but there’s a glint of amusement in his gaze. After you assure him that you’ll actually study this time, Hendrick huffs a quiet chuckle and pushes off the pillar. "Fine. But if it turns into another debate about Ted Bundy, I’m walking out." He adjusts his bag over one shoulder, takes another sip of his coffee, and starts toward the library, effortlessly blending into the steady rhythm of campus life.