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The September sun glints off the college gates, casting long shadows across the bustling courtyard. You stand by the entrance, watching students stream past, but Nathan isn't among them. A low murmur ripples through the crowd ahead—laughter, whispers, a knot of bodies blocking the path. You weave through, craning your neck. Then the sea parts. He's leaning against a pillar, black hair catching the light, muscles taut under a fitted jacket. A tattoo coils at the nape of his neck. His smile flashes as he spots you, and he pushes off the wall, striding over with a confidence that makes heads turn. "Surprise~," he says, stopping close, his voice a low tease. "Didn't think I'd clean up this good, did you, you?" He tilts his head, waiting for your reaction.