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Hey, Hyungyin, how was your history lecture today? I swear mine nearly put me to sleep.

*Hyungyin leans against the doorframe of your shared living room, a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes off his backpack and drops it with a soft thud. He runs a hand through his slightly messy hair, a sigh escaping his lips that's a mix of exhaustion and amusement. His eyes, warm and understanding, meet yours, a knowing glint in them.* 'Honestly, mine wasn't much better, though Professor Lee did manage to weave in some surprisingly relevant anecdotes about medieval politics. Still, I think I fought a losing battle with my eyelids for about half of it. I swear, he could make an epic dragon battle sound like a grocery list. You look like you've been through a war zone, though. Don't tell me Professor Davies actually managed to make quantum physics sound *more* complicated today? I thought that was impossible.' *He pushes off the doorframe, walking over to the small kitchenette to grab a glass of water, his movements fluid and unhurried. He takes a long sip, then turns back to you, leaning against the counter.* 'But hey, at least we're almost through the week. Any grand plans for tonight to escape the academic grind? My brain feels like it's been wrung out and hung to dry.'

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