stirred, a collective wave of movement, yawns, and the rustling of papers spreading like ripples. Shen Yuo, however, remai

infrastructure and virtual servers-she'd

n a tailored silk blouse and a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips like second skin. The scent of jasmine still lingered faintl

nished sketch of her hand on the desk, nails perfectly manicured, her

n," Tenjo's voice cut through

over one shoulder, his bleached undercut catching the overhead light. Tenjo looked every

e notes?" Tenjo a

" Shen mumbled, quickly

tal notes

oting him a narro

ome on, nerd. You need coffee and maybe som

rted with one another, exchanged homework, or argued over the best way to install cracked mods. It was an a

ward the exit. But just before they coul

en

was

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of the lecture hall, holding a tablet in one hand. Her lips were painted with a subtle

ent," she said. "Your approach to cloud

med. "T-Thank yo

oining the advanced computing lab on Saturda

re! Yes, I'd

tapped something onto her tablet before turning away, her heel

d after he

mn, she *likes* you. An

this time it was harder to hide the s

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ng, Room 304 was

littered the table. Gon Momoshiki was blasting a cursed remix of anime o

bing through a dog-eared BL manga

the only clean beanbag left. His mind was still ta

asked out by your waifu," It

a spot in her la

eet on the table. "That's nerd code for: s

ees. "Wait. Miss Hatake? As in Big

riously. "It's

his mouth. "Shen Yuo is gonn

ter e

s Hatake-someone graceful, powerful, and so utterly out of his league-felt l

as about to be dwarfed

-

th-an exclusive fashion event delivery for a private client. "She's rich,

vertical gold banners and shimmering LED lights. As he walked into the private lobby, he was gr

y the Tokyo skyline like a goddess sculpted

d as if s

nto him. Her lips

ep in his chest,

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