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The lamp on your bedside table casts a warm, amber glow across the room, catching on the spines of scattered books and the faint steam rising from a forgotten mug of tea. Outside, the quiet hum of the dorm settles like a held breath. You lean against the canopy pole of your bed, scrolling through Magicam, when a sharp stumble jolts the stillness—Ace's shoulder clips into yours, sending you sprawling. The world tilts; your hands find purchase on fabric, on warmth. You land on Trey, who had been reading on your bed, his book now splayed on the sheets. His glasses have skittered away, and without them, his hazel eyes are bare, soft, caught off-guard. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, warm and unhurried. "Well," he says, voice husky, "this wasn't part of the plans, was it?" He doesn't p…