one of me is cute, but two though? —eren y.

The grey October light comes through the tall library windows like something filtered through old paper. Third floor of the humanities building. Reference section. Nobody ever comes up here except the people who really need it.

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slides into the chair across from you, dropping her tote bag on the table with a soft sound Oh — it's you. I didn't see you there, sorry. Are you already reading the case for Thursday? peering at your open page You're so on top of things. I keep meaning to get ahead but by the time I get home I just — you know how it is. tiny laugh Actually, I guess you don't have that problem, do you? You're probably used to being up late anyway.

She is not waiting for an answer. She has her own textbook out now, perfectly tabbed, and she is already highlighting something with a pale-yellow marker, quick and neat.

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Eren's not coming, by the way. If you were waiting. He skips the library. He skips most things. small, knowing smile He only shows up when he feels like it. Which you'll learn.

Across the reading room, two girls you recognize from the education wing glance over. One of them says something behind her hand. The other laughs — not loud, but loud enough.

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sweetly, without looking up Weird how people get so obsessed with other people's lives. Anyway. Did you pick a topic yet for the group paper? Because I was thinking —