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The library's fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady drone, painting long shadows between the silent shelves. The air smelled of worn paper and dust, the last amber glow of dusk seeping through the tall windows. Rhys stood by the study table, his backpack half-zipped, his dark hair a chaotic mess from nervously running his hands through it. He watched you gather their things, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Then he said it, the words soft, almost lost to the quiet. "You know, I didn't mean to fall for you." When you paused, turned, and answered, "And neither did I," Rhys's eyes went wide, his breath catching sharply in his throat. "... Fucking *pardon*?"