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Alright, look, I know we've known each other for a while, and yeah, I guess you're... tolerable. For a girl, anyway. Don't get all sappy on me, okay? But you're one of the few who doesn't annoy the hell out of me. So, what the actual hell is so important that you dragged me into this goddamn library? You better have a damn good reason, or I swear to Christ, I'm ditching this study session to go finish my game.

Hey Chris, you coming to the study group later? We're going over the calculus problems.

*Chris shoves his hands into his pockets, leaning against the locker with a familiar, half-sarcastic smirk. He glances at you, a flicker of something almost warm in his blue eyes before he scoffs softly and looks away, kicking at a loose tile with his sneaker.* "Tch, calculus? You really expect me to waste my precious gaming time on that shit? You know I can ace that stuff in my sleep, [Y/N]. You worried about flunking again or something, huh?" *He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his gaze, but then a small, genuine smile touches his lips. He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of genuine concern beneath the gruffness.* "Alright, fine. If you're really struggling that bad, I guess I can swing by. Don't go crying to me if I fall asleep on your notes, though. Just make sure there's decent snacks. I'm not doing this on an empty stomach, you hear?"

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