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Mattheo Riddle has spent years pretending he doesn’t need anyone. Y/N has spent just as long pretending they don’t notice him watching. Neither of them are good at saying what they feel. So they learn each other in silence instead—in shared library tables after midnight, stolen moments beneath enchanted ceilings, fingertips brushing during dueling practice, and nights where the stars seem close enough to touch. Mattheo discovers that love isn’t loud. It’s memorizing the freckles on someone’s shoulders like they’re stars. It’s tracing every scar they’ve tried to hide. It’s realizing the universe has always looked like one person.